Chapter 278: Holy Devil Hall

Mo Yan only felt that she fell into a warm chest, giving her a feeling of wanting to nest in it. She looked up and saw a heroic face in her eyes.
Look at his appearance, estimated to be in his twenties.
"Girl, are you okay?" The young man gently placed Mo Yan on the ground without any extra movements on his hands.
Mo Yan looked at his eyes and was shocked.
It is a pair of eyes without any impurities, crystal clear, just like the polar snow is pure.
Although this young man has been staring at Mo Yan, Mo Yan, who has seen countless men, knows that this man’s eyes are different from those of other men.
The other men looked at Mo Yan, only the red bare naked desire, but the eyes did not bring any coziness.
"I... I'm fine..." Mo Yan subconsciously lowered her head, and she felt that her face was hot and hot.
"Yan, you scared your sister!" Maureen rushed up from the rear, panting, pale face.
She was embarrassed to say to the young man: "Thank you, sir... oh? Are you Yang Xiaotian?"
The young man looked at Maureen and Mo Yan seriously, and suddenly there was a hint of surprise in his eyes: "Xiao Lin? Xiaoyan?"
Mo Yan was also surprised: "You are the son of Uncle Yang?"
Yang Xiaotian nodded again and again: "Yes, I am your little brother!"
Mo Yan was a blushing heartbeat. At that time, Yang Xiaotian, who was very naughty and only bullied himself and her sister, turned out to be like this. It really made Mo Yan unimaginable.
"How come you come here? Come with me, it's too cold here." Seeing the sisters are at a loss, stupidly standing in the same place, Yang Xiaotian said quickly.
"Okay." Mo Yan followed Yang Xiaotian and prepared to leave. Maolin’s brow was a glimpse: "Those who are in the same league..."
Yang Xiaotian’s face suddenly became indifferent:
Xiao Lin, leave them alone, let them come up, this is the rule here.

Moline had no choice but to go to the top of the mountain with Yang Xiaotian.
Followed by Yang Xiaotian, Ma Lin no longer felt the cold. She glanced around and as soon as the snow touched Yang Xiaotian, she would immediately be melted by a warmth.
The three of them walked in and out, and I did not know how long they had gone, and finally reached the top of the mountain.
A palace carved out of ice is located on the top of the mountain, adding a touch of holiness to the polar.
But Maureen saw this tall palace at first glance, but her heart felt a strange feeling.
Moline’s eyebrows are slightly embarrassing.
This feeling is very strange, very bad.
On both sides of the palace's gate, a pair of quirky ice statues stood upright from left to right. Maureen looked at the pair of ice statues and couldn't help but feel awkward.
"This ice statue can actually capture the soul!" Morin immediately alerted, forcing herself not to look at the pair of ice statues, but their appearance has been deeply imprinted on Maureen's mind.
The eagle head has four arms, each with four weapons and swords.
The eyes on the eagle's head were like living, staring straight at Morin.
It is these two pairs of eyes that have this fascinating function, so that Maureen does not dare to look again.
Yang Xiaotian was very enthusiastic to introduce: "Xiao Lin, Xiaoyan, this pair of eagle-headed beasts is said to be from another world. They are the servants of the Lord of the Holy Devils. If they live, they are comparable to the purple-level strong. ""
"Live over? Are they not ice sculptures?" Mo Yan asked curiously. Her current strength is much stronger than Maureen, and there is not much fear of these two eagle heads.
Yang Xiaotian smiled in disapproval: "No, listen to me and say that they are alive. Only the Lord of the Holy Devils descends from another world. They fear that their powerful forces will destroy this world, so they have to be themselves. It’s all frozen.

Looking at the incomprehensible faces of Maureen and Mo Yan, Yang Xiaotian said: "You come in with me, I will explain to you in detail, he knows more than I do."
With curiosity, Maureen and Mo Yan followed Yang Xiaotian into the Holy Devil Hall.
As soon as they entered the holy demon hall, the two sisters were immediately shocked by the scenes in front of them.
From the outside, the roof of the Temple of the Holy Spirit is also more than ten meters high. Looking up from the inside, the entire holy demon hall is like a roof.
In other words, the day of whiteness becomes the roof of the Temple of the Holy Spirit.
A road paved by ice leads straight to a giant statue hundreds of meters in front, and looks away as if the statue stands under the sun.
The sky above the head, the foot standing, giving the impression that the height of the statue is the distance between heaven and earth.
Underneath the statue, a man in a black robe devoutly casts his body and does not straighten up for a long time.
It was not until Yang Xiaotian took Moline Moyan to the side of the man that he slowly stood up.
"Uncle Yang." Mo Lin and Mo Yan shouted at the man at the same time.
The man turned around and smiled slightly, smiling peacefully: "How did you get these two little girls? What are you?"
Looking at this elder who is about the same age as his father and looks young and young, Maureen can't help but feel sad.
With a little sorrow, Maureen elaborated on the ins and outs of things. In the meantime, all kinds of complicated emotions such as admiration, fear, hatred, etc. of Ling Xiao in her words were revealed.
However, her evaluation of Ling Xiao has always been very pertinent, neither exaggerating the strength of Ling Xiao, nor having to make Ling Xiao worthless.
Mo Yan just listened, and occasionally issued one or two cold voices.
Ling Xiao? In her dictionary of Mo Yan, it is a dead person in the morning and evening.
After listening to Maolin’s narrative, Yang Tian couldn’t help but be deeply interested in Ling Xiao’s kid:
You mean, this kid has both a demon and a soul?

Maolin nodded: "Yes."
"Chaos soul, haha, turned out to be a chaotic soul!" Yang Tian's eyes glowed with a radiant glow: "As long as the kid is caught, the Lord of the Holy Devil will be able to resurrect!"
Mo Lin and Mo Yan’s face changed at the same time:
Resurrection?

"Yes!" The hot moment in Yang Tian’s eyes spread to his face: "If the Lord of the Great Sorcerer restores the human body in this world, he can bring immeasurable benefits to all of our Demon Souls. !"
Maolin’s attention has always been in Yang Tian, ​​and now she has begun to notice the huge statue of the Holy Devil.
This statue is very tall, so people can only look up to its height. However, Maureen looked at the face of this statue, but fortunately, this statue looks like a person.
Except for a pair of weird horns on his head.
"Just a statue, is there such a big force?" Maureen couldn't help but feel skeptical. She couldn't help but scream in her head, and she was dizzy.
"Taro, don't doubt the strength of the Lord, what kind of power you need, the deity can give you." An old and empty voice rang in Moline's ear.
Moline’s heart stunned:
Who are you? How do you know what I am thinking?

"Oh, little girl, this is just the most common genius in the soul world. Is there anything weird? You want this ability, I may pass it to you." This old voice carries this kind of The meaning of playfulness is said.
Ma Lin finally understood that she had not been able to escape the other side. She simply stopped jealous: "Well, I want to be able to kill the power of Ling Xiao, can you give it to me?"
"Well, I can give you. You tell me, what kind of strength does he have?" asked the old voice.
"He has the power of the gods and the two souls. It should be green now. As for what hidden means he has, I am not sure... are you not so powerful? You will not look at it?" What Maolin suddenly thought of, asked with a slight sarcasm.
The voice paused, and it took a long time to say quietly: "I can give you the strongest power on the continent, but I don't know if you are willing to pay the same price?"
Maureen couldn't help but panic: "The same price? What does that mean?"