Just five words, like a demon whispering.

It is also like the vast distant sound from outside the sky, and like the empty silence of the endless dark abyss.

When the voice fell, the ferocious demonic shadow in Yun Che's pupils slowly dissipated... and then appeared in the pupils of the Dreamless God.

"Nirvana...Demon Soul..."

As Yun Che gradually regained his clarity in the sea of ​​soul, Li Suo's absent-minded murmur resounded.

She remembered that before Yun Che fell into the Abyss of Nothingness, the Demon Queen Chi Wuyao injected 80% of her Nirvana Demon Soul into Yun Che's soul.

Yun Che cannot control the Nirvana Demon Soul, and cannot even actively activate it.

but……

"It was split and transferred by me personally, so it will hide in your soul obediently...until the moment it is touched."

"If you are touched, what will happen?"

"It will be like a demon god awakened from his sleep. But it can only be touched once, and it may be the Nirvana Demon Emperor..."

"The final rage!"

Remembering Chi Wuyao's words at that time, Li Suo finally understood Yun Che's plan.

It is rumored that the God of Painting Heart loves his daughter as much as her mother, the marriage contract between Goddess Zhetian and Son of Senluo, the Divine Kingdom of Dreamweaver who majors in soul power and has the power of "falling dreams", Senluo, Zhetian, and Weaver are close friends with each other.

Meng Sanshenzun...

Taking into account the above factors...

Yu Wuhai met Hua Caili again, and Jiang Mengmengzhou Xuangang captured the soul... Only then did Li Suo realize that from that moment on, Yun Che had been planning to this day.

When the dark demonic shadow appeared in Mengkong Chan's pupils, she knew that Yun Che had succeeded!

Although, compared to a complete soul of the true god, a few wisps of the Nirvana Demon Soul are simply insignificant... But after all, it is the soul of the Demon Emperor. Even in the distant age of gods, it was the highest level soul in the world.

The true soul of the true god is higher than a whole big plane.

Moreover, this is not a head-on confrontation between souls, but a struggle of soul power under the complete control of Lord Wu Meng... and then the backlash of the demon emperor's anger without any defense.

A silver needle is destined to be unable to fight against the dead wood, but it will definitely leave an eternal mark on the dead wood!

The wrath of the Demon Emperor, the terrifying souls of all demons.

Mengkong Chan's facial features began to tremble, and the demonic shadow in his eyes was quickly distorting, and then faded away little by little... with the angry roar of the Demon Emperor gradually fading away.

When the demonic shadow completely disappeared, the remaining soul of the Nirvana Demon Emperor died forever... Only the last trace existed in Chi Wuyao's soul.

However, an eternal mark of darkness was left on the soul of the Dreamless God.

After the demonic shadow, the black light in Mengkong Cicada's pupils also gradually dissipated.

Finally, he opened his eyes suddenly, then stood up with a "whoop".

He looked at Yun Che intently, his pupils were shrinking, his lips were trembling, and even his breath seemed to be flowing out of control, completely losing the previous absolute majesty, indifference and control.

In fact, such a loss of control should not appear in the body of a god.

"Yuan'er... you are Yuan'er! You are Yuan'er!!"

He trembled, and every word trembled as if he was being blown away by a storm.

"..." There was a hint of surprise in Yun Che's eyes.

Because Meng Kongchan's reaction was far greater than he expected...much greater!

Obviously, he misjudged the status of the name "Meng Jian Yuan" in the mind of the Lord Wu Meng.

Yun Che raised his eyes, his eyes looking hazy as he had just regained consciousness: "Sir Wu Meng, you said...what? What Yuan'er?"

Boom!

Meng Kongcicada flew down and the majestic Lord Wu Meng, with such a simple movement, stumbled violently when he stood up. However, he didn't even bother to balance his body shape, so he rushed in front of Yun Che with his body tilted, and then

She grabbed his arm tightly and stared at him:

"Yuan'er, you're still alive... you're still alive!"

Suddenly realizing something, he quickly removed his grip on Yun Che's hand, but still held on tightly and refused to let go. After saying this, Yun Che could clearly see from his violently trembling pupils...

I saw a hint of fog.

Yun Che leaned his upper body back slightly, his face full of surprise and bewilderment: "Yun Che, I am definitely not the 'Yuan'er' that Lord Wumeng said, please ask Lord Wumeng..."

"No, you are Yuan'er, you are Yuan'er who has been lost to my father for hundreds of years!" Meng Kongchan became more and more excited every word, and the mist in her eyes became thicker and thicker: "Back then, it was because my father was incompetent and failed to protect him well.

You, I have lost you for so many years...hundreds of years, a whole hundred years, but my father has never given up looking for you."

"It's so pitiful that you are still alive and returned to your father alive...you are already so old...so good..."

His voice gradually became hoarse, and at the end, he was obviously a little choked.

Yun Che slowly shook his head: "I... really don't know what Lord Wu Meng is talking about..."

At this time, a burst of urgent shouting came from outside the temple: "Father God, what happened?"

Meng Kong Chan's breath was obviously out of order, and his voice was even out of control, which shocked Meng Jian Xi who was near the temple. When he rushed in in a hurry, the scene in front of him made him freeze on the spot.

His body was shaking and his eyes were filled with tears... This was the second time in his life that he saw his father, who was the Dreamless God, like this.

The first time was when Meng Jian Yuan disappeared a hundred years ago.

Behind him followed a tall young man with sharp eyes, whose face was as shocked as Meng Jianxi's.

Mengkong Chan turned his eyes, and the excitement in his words did not diminish at all: "Jianxi, Jianzao! Yuan'er is back... He is back! This is Yuan'er!"

"...!?" Meng Jianxi looked at Yun Che, his eyes full of shock.

Dreaming that Zhe's eyes were widened, he stared at Yun Che and said in disbelief: "Which...which Yuan'er?"

Meng Jianxi also walked forward slowly at this time, and said excitedly: "Could he be... Brother Yuan?"

"That's right, that's right." It seemed that it was only now that Mengkong Chan regained his composure. He took a deep breath and calmed his breath and emotions: "Yuan'er is not dead, he is back, and he is back intact.

"

Mengjianxi: "..."

"This..." Mengjian Zhe glanced at Yun Che and then at Mengjian Xi. He didn't know what to say for a moment.

Yun Che, however, turned sideways and said neither humble nor arrogantly: "I have seen the Son of Dreamweaver. My surname is Yun Che. I came to visit the Lord Wumeng on the order of the Lord Painting Heart. I am definitely not a 'Yuan'er'. The Lord Wumeng must be doing something like this."

Something is wrong."

"No, it can't be wrong."

Meng Kongchan's hand was always on Yun Che's arm, as if she was afraid that if she let go, he would leave her world again: "Yuan'er, let me ask you, how old are you?"

"Yes." Yun Che nodded.

Meng Kongchan continued to ask: "Hua Xin Shen Zun said that you were saved by someone when you were about ten years old. After you woke up, you had no memory of before you were ten years old, right?"

"Indeed." Yun Che nodded again.

Mengkong Chan tightened her fingers slightly, looked into his eyes and whispered softly: "My father, Yuan'er, disappeared for no reason a hundred years ago when he was ten years old. No one was seen when he was alive, and no body was found after he died."

"The time and age are exactly the same."

He continued: "You will lose your memory. You must have been plotted back then, which caused your soul to be damaged. And Meng Jian Yuan was your name before you were ten years old...it was the name your father personally chose for you."

Yun Che's eyes were slightly startled, but he still shook his head: "The time and age are probably just coincidences. The heir of the Lord Wu Meng has such a big deal, how can you think that I am Meng Jian Yuan based on this alone?"

Mengkong Chan's eyes were stained with mist. Except for the moment when Meng Jian Xi and Meng Jian Zhe rushed in, his eyes were always on Yun Che, and he never left Yun Che for even an instant: "I, Meng Kong Chan, am the god who weaves dreams for the Divine Kingdom.

Dear Lord, even if my soul collapses and my cognition becomes confused, I will never be able to misidentify my son!"

"Your soul, your breath, your flesh and blood... How could I be wrong as a father, how could I be wrong!"

"This..." Mengjianzao turned to look at Mengjianxi, but saw that his eyes were red, and he said excitedly: "That's great...that's great! This is simply a miracle sent from heaven."

As he spoke, he walked forward quickly and put his hand on Yun Che's shoulder: "Brother Yuan, welcome back. Do you know that Father God has been caring about you day and night these years, and he has always been stuck in the quagmire of guilt and refused to

Escape, even if a hundred years have passed, Father God still has not given up looking for you."

"Your safe return this time is not only a great joy for our Dreamweaver Divine Kingdom, but also saves Father God!"

He was full of excitement and emotion, no less than Meng Kong Chan.

"Hahahaha!" Mengkong Chan laughed heartily: "That's right, there is no greater joy than this. I will immediately tell the world... tell the world that my Yuan'er is back!"

Compared to the excitement of the two of them, Yun Che's expression was more confused. He emphasized his voice and said: "Dreamless God, Dream Weaver God, this is definitely a disappointment, but... my surname is Yun Ming.

Che, this name was given by Master and will be remembered throughout my life and will never be abandoned."

"Today is the first time that I have set foot in the Kingdom of Dreamweaver. Before that, I had no image of the Kingdom of Dreamweaver in my memory, let alone the name of the Dream Abyss. Therefore, I would like to ask the Lord Wumeng to enlighten me. I am

Yun Che, not Meng Jian Yuan!"

"Nonsense!" Before Meng Kongchan could speak, a sharp shout came. Meng Jianzao said with a solemn expression: "How could Father God be so wrong about blood? You have been missing for a hundred years, and today you come back for the first time, and you are questioning it like this.

and contradict..."

Snap!!!!
To be continued...