Chapter 2076 Demonic Mark

These five short words were like the low hum of a demon.

They were like the vast distant sound from the sky, and the silent hum of the endless dark abyss.

When the voice fell, the ferocious demon shadow in Yun Che's pupils slowly dissipated... and then it was reflected in the pupils of Wumeng Shenzun.

"Nirvana... Demon Soul..."

In Yun Che's soul sea, which was gradually regaining clarity, Li Suo's absent-minded murmurs rang out.

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 could not control the Nirvana Demon Soul, and could not even actively activate it.

But...

"It was cut and transferred by me personally, so it will be very obediently hidden in your soul... until the moment it is touched.

"What will happen if it is touched?

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

"The last anger! 』

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

The rumored Huaxin God who loves his daughter as if her life, the engagement between the Goddess Zhetian and the Godson Senluo, the Zhimeng Divine Kingdom that focuses on soul power and possesses the power of "falling dreams", the three Gods Senluo, Zhetian, and Zhimeng who are close friends...

Combining all the above factors...

Meeting Hua Caili again in the sea of ​​fog, and taking Mengjianzhou Xuangang's soul...Li Suo only realized at this moment that from that moment on, Yun Che had been plotting until today.

When the dark demon shadow appeared in Mengkongchan's pupils, she knew that Yun Che had succeeded!

Although, compared to a complete true god soul, a few strands of Nirvana Demon Soul are simply insignificant... but, it is the soul of the Demon Emperor after all. Even in the distant era of gods, it is the highest level of soul in the world, a whole plane higher than the true god soul.

Moreover, this was not a direct confrontation between souls, but a crushing of soul power under the complete control of Wumeng God... and then, without any defense, suffered the backlash of anger from the level of the Demon Emperor.

A silver needle is destined to be unable to fight against a ten-thousand-foot-tall dead tree, but it will definitely leave an eternal mark on the dead tree!

The wrath of the Demon Emperor, the horror of all demons.

Meng Kongchan's facial features began to tremble, and the demon shadow in his pupils was rapidly twisting, and then faded a little bit... with the Demon Emperor's angry roar gradually fading away.

When the demon shadow completely disappeared, the remaining trace of the Demon Emperor's soul of Nirvana Demon Emperor in the world was gone forever... Only the last trace remained in Chi Wuyao's soul.

However, it left an eternal dark mark on Wumeng God's soul.

After the demon shadow, the black light in Meng Kongchan's pupils gradually dissipated.

Finally, he suddenly opened his eyes, and then "whoosh" stood up.

He stared at Yun Che steadily, his pupils shrank, his lips trembled, and even his breath seemed to be out of control and flowing chaotically, completely without the absolute majesty, indifference and control that he had before.

In fact, such emotional loss of control should not appear in a God.

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

He trembled, and every word trembled as if it was swept by a storm.

"..." Yun Che's eyes showed a hint of surprise.

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

Obviously, he misjudged the status of the name "Meng Jianyuan" in the mind of Wumeng God.

Yun Che raised his eyes, his eyes were hazy after he had just regained consciousness: "Wumeng God, what did you say...? What Yuan'er?"

Boom!

Meng Kongchan flew down, and the dignified Wumeng God, with such a simple action, stumbled hard when he stood up. However, he didn't care about balancing his body at all, and rushed to Yun Che with a crooked posture, then grabbed his arm tightly, staring at him with his eyes fixed:

"Yuan'er, you are still alive... You are still alive!"

Suddenly realizing something, he quickly released the force on Yun Che's hand, but still held it tightly and refused to let go. As soon as he finished speaking, Yun Che saw a misty light from his violently trembling pupils...

Yun Che leaned back slightly, his face full of surprise and confusion: "I am Yun Che, definitely not the 'Yuan'er' mentioned by Wumeng God, please Wumeng God..."

"No, you are Yuan'er, you are the Yuan'er that your father has lost for a hundred years!" Meng Kongchan was more excited with each word, and the mist in his eyes became heavier: "Back then, it was your father's incompetence that failed to protect you, so you were lost for so many years... a hundred years, a whole hundred years, but your father never gave up looking for you."

"Thank God, you are still alive, and you are back to your father alive... You are so old now... so good..."

His voice gradually became hoarse, and at the end, it was clearly choked with sobs.

Yun Che shook his head slowly: "I... really don't know what Wumeng God is talking about..."

At this time, a hurried shout came from outside the temple: "Father God, what happened?"

Meng Kongchan's breath was obviously disordered, and his voice was even more out of control, which frightened Meng Jianxi, who was near the temple. When he rushed in, the scene in front of him made him stand there.

His body was shaking, his eyes were filled with tears… This was the second time in his life that he had seen his father, the God of No Dreams, look like this.

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

Behind him followed a tall, sharp-eyed young man, who had the same look of shock as Meng Jianxi.

Meng Kongchan turned his head, and the excitement in his words did not diminish at all: "Jianxi, Jianze! Yuan'er is back... He's back! This is Yuan'er!"

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

Meng Jian Zhe's eyes 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 only now did Mengkong Chan find a little bit of calmness. He took a deep breath and calmed his breath and emotions: "Yuan'er is not dead, he is back, and he is back intact. "

Meng Jianxi: "..."

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

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

Meng Kongchan 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. It must be that you were plotted back then, which caused your soul to be damaged. 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 a moment: "I, Meng Kong Chan, am the god who weaves dreams for this divine kingdom. Your Majesty, even if my soul is shattered and my cognition is 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..." Meng Jianzao turned to look at Meng Jianxi, but saw that his eyes were red, and he said excitedly: "It's great... it'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 Get out, 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 Dream Weaver 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: "Yes, 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 of confusion. He emphasized his voice and said: "Dreamless God, Dream Weaver God Son, it must be disappointing to say this, 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 I have set foot in the Kingdom of Dreamweaver. Before that, I had no image of the Divine Kingdom of Dreamweaver in my memory, and I didn't even know the name of the Dream Abyss. Therefore, I would like to ask the Lord Wumeng God 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 disappeared for a hundred years, and today you came back for the first time, and you questioned it like this and contradict..."

Snap! ! ! !

The sound of shattering teeth and cheek bones resounded throughout the hall. Before Meng Mengzao could finish his words, he flew out, spraying large amounts of sticky blood foam in the air.

Idiot... Meng Xiangxi whispered in secret.

I dreamed of Sakura getting up in panic. When he raised his head, he met his father's extremely sinister eyes.

The knees he was about to lift suddenly went weak again, and the endless fear made his eyes shrink.

"Yuan'er has just returned after a catastrophe, and I don't know how to put down my love and joy... How dare you speak so harshly to Yuan'er!"

The wrath of the god is like the heaven pouring down. As one of the most outstanding sons of Meng Kongchan, Meng Jianzao had never been stared at like this by his father. He leaned over in fear and trembled: "My child... I don't dare, my child just..."

"Get out!"

"Yes...yes!"

I dreamed that Sakura retreated in panic and ran away.

When his eyes turned back to Yun Che, the stern eyes instantly turned soft: "It doesn't matter, your master saved your life. He is not only your benefactor, but also your father, and the great benefactor of the entire Dreamweaver Kingdom. You He has lost his memory and cannot accept the body of Meng Jian Yuan, nor can he accept me as Father God. This is normal...it is normal and there is nothing wrong with it."

"In this way... if you like it, then continue to use the name 'Yun Che'. When you remember it, or if you are willing to accept me as your father someday, you can use the name Meng Jian Yuan again."

His words and gestures were more than just compromises... they were almost flattering.

"This..." Meng Jianxi admonished: "Father God, I know you have always been guilty of Brother Yuan and want to make up for it in every possible way. But Brother Yuan is the son of God Father after all. But the son of God Father bears his surname. This ...It will definitely lead to gossip.”

"Haha," Mengkong Chan smiled faintly: "It is a great gift from God that Yuan'er can come back safely. Everything else is not important. As long as Yuan'er is well and Yuan'er likes it, anything is fine."

Yun Che tried his best to suppress the doubts on his face, and said respectfully: "I am really flattered by the Lord Wu Meng's great love. It's just that the impact of this incident on this junior... is too great, and I really don't know how to deal with myself and how to respond."

Yun Che has always been unwilling to call him Father God, and has always objected to the identity of "Meng Jian Yuan". Meng Kong Chan felt disappointed, but he quickly waved his hands to comfort: "It doesn't matter, I am too worried about being a father, you must not have anything to do with it. Pressure. Father will find a way to restore your memory. Until then, who you like to be is who you are and no one will force you."

Yun Che immediately saluted: "Thank you, God Wu Meng..."

"Thank you, father and son, why should you be so polite?" Meng Kongchan smiled and stopped Yun Che's salute. He looked at Yun Che, and the more he looked at him, the more he was overflowing with joy: "What you will look like when you grow up, But it's far better than when I was a father. If your mother saw it, I don't know how happy she would be."

"No wonder that girl..."

At this point, he suddenly turned his eyes: "Jianxi, tell the whole area quickly that Yuan'er has returned safely! Five thousand high-grade Yuan crystals will be distributed to each major dream palace; the dream realm will be open for three months, and all disciples above the god king Everyone can enter; all sinners in the Sin Domain will have their sentence reduced for a hundred years; all affiliated domains will be exempted from paying tribute for a hundred years... Go quickly!"

Meng Mengxi suppressed the shock in her heart and respectfully accepted the order and left.

Mengkong Chan took Yun Che's hand and said, "Yuan'er, my father will take you to a place... a place that only belongs to you."

…

The moment he walked out of the Dream Weaver Temple, Meng Jianxi's expression suddenly became gloomy, but as he took steps, he slowly returned to calm.

Soon, Meng Jianzao rushed out from the side and came behind Mengjian Xi. His silver clothes were stained with blood, his face was swollen, and he was in a state of embarrassment. There was still lingering fear on his face.

"Your Highness, is that boy...really Meng Jianyan who should have died long ago?" Every word Meng Jianzao said was stabbed in the heart with broken teeth.

"Do you think Father God might be wrong about this kind of thing?" Meng Jianxi said in a faint voice: "There has been no news for a whole hundred years. Everyone thought that he had been destroyed, but he didn't expect that he was still alive. He was really very lucky. ”

Looking at Meng Jianxi's expression, Meng Jianzao said cautiously: "Your Highness, are you... not in a hurry?"

"Afraid? Why?" Meng Jianxi said calmly.

"He is the former Son of God!" Meng Jianzao said in a deep voice, "It's okay if he dies. If he comes back alive this time, he may threaten your status."

"Threat?" Meng Jianxi smiled: "He has been reduced to cultivation. He does not have the resources of the Kingdom of God. He can cultivate to the third level of the God Lord in two thousand years. In the ordinary world, he is an out-and-out genius, but in front of me, he is not good enough at all; In terms of understanding and controlling the Dream Weaver Kingdom, in terms of achievements, and in terms of people's hearts, he is not even qualified to compare with me."

"Except for everything else, my godhood is one point better than his. For this reason alone, do you think he might threaten my position as the Son of God?"

"What His Highness said is correct, but Father God's attitude makes me unable to stop worrying." Mengjian Zhe said: "He treats us as if we are seeing rivers and seeing Zhe, but he treats Mengjian Yuan one by one. 'Yuaner'."

"Your Highness, you must not forget that although godhood is an important condition for choosing a son of God,... the final decision maker is always God the Father!"

Meng Jianxi's steps became stiff for a moment.

"Back then, when Meng Jian Yuan disappeared, you must not have forgotten the appearance of Father God. Moreover, back then, Meng Jian Yuan was just an unweaned baby, and Father God couldn't wait to make him the Son of God. The ceremony was so important that it cannot be tolerated by the whole world. He came to congratulate him and built a temple for him early. Even though he disappeared for a long time, the construction of the temple did not stop until it was completely completed. "

"But Your Highness, you still don't have your own god..."

"Stop talking." Meng Jianxi interrupted him coldly: "We and Jian Yuan are both brothers. We should work together and work together. How can we be so different? Don't say these words again in the future."

"Your Highness!" Meng Jianzao emphasized his tone: "My life and fate are all tied to Your Highness, and I never dare to disobey you in the slightest. But Your Highness must not take this matter lightly!"

"Has Your Highness forgotten what happened to the former god son of the Owl Butterfly Divine Kingdom, Pan Buwang?"

Be loyal to the Son of God early, and when the Son of God becomes a god, he will naturally follow the chickens and dogs to heaven. Therefore, just as Meng Jianzao said, his fate has already been tied to Mengjian Xi.

How could he not be anxious about Meng Jian Yuan's return and Meng Kong Chan's attitude that was far different from other sons.

And after the news of Meng Jian Yuan's return spread, he was not the only one who was worried.