"I don't want to ride your holy tortoise. If I need it, I can tame a holy tortoise."
The Devil Mountain Ghost shook his head.
Abel was right when he thought about it. This Demon Mountain Ghost is quite powerful. He tamed a holy tortoise but let it go. If the spirit ship really sank, he can tame a holy tortoise again.
"Then who knows why elder stopped us?" Abel asked in puzzlement.
"I want to know, who did you learn your Holy Light Fist from?"
Moshan JoeiMr. asked seriously.
"Follow what an old elder learned." Abel replied.
But he didn't directly mention the wind demons. After all, in the whole world of heaven and man, many people hate the demons. Necessary misunderstanding.
"Which old elder are you following?"
Moshan JoeiMr. asked.
"This…" Abel hesitated.
"You man, how can you get to the bottom of it? Who did you learn from? Do you have to tell you?"
Auralan was a little displeased, obviously Abel didn't want to say it, but the devil mountain ghost kept asking.
The Demon Mountain Ghost Elder ignored Auralan, but looked at Abel and said, "Your Holy Light Fist is extremely pure and powerful. It is obviously the direct descendant of the Solitamo lineage." "But as far as I know, after the battle between God and Demon
, The Solitamo was destroyed, and the Solitamo lineage also fell apart, and now there is no 1 who knows this pure Holy Light Fist."
Hearing the words of Moshan JoeiMr., Abel pondered for a moment and said, "To be honest, my Holy Light Fist was precisely Elder Solita Mo personally taught it."
When Moshan JoeiMr. heard this, he was immediately shocked, "Impossible, absolutely impossible, Solitamo Patriarch…"
Having just said this, Moshan JoeiMr. suddenly closed his mouth, as if realizing that he Wrong word.
And Abel keenly caught the words of the old demon mountain ghost, and frowned instantly, "Solitamo patriarch? Are you a demon cultivator, from the wind demon lineage?" Seeing this, the old demon mountain ghost could only nod his head, "That's right.
" , I am indeed a demon cultivator, belonging to the Solitamo lineage. In order to survive, I have practiced complete exercises, so the aura on my body can change in an ever-changing manner. This is
also to prevent people from knowing my identity as a demon." Because of this, my strength has not improved for 100s of years, and I have been guarding Umeldamo Mountain, hoping that 1 day I can rectify the name of my Solitamo lineage." "The ancestor of Solitamo has been dead for thousands of years, and even
those who have seen him His apprentices and grandchildren are all dead and injured now, how could he teach you the Holy Light Fist in person?"
The Demon Mountain Ghost did not believe what Abel said, after all, it was too outrageous.
"Elder Solitamo is not dead, his remnant soul was suppressed in the demon-suppressing tower in the secular world. I rescued Elder Solitamo by chance, and he taught me the Holy Light Fist." "He also said
, Give me a chance, see you at Umeldamo Mountain…"
Abel said truthfully.
"What? Patriarch Solitamo is not dead? Has he returned to Umeldamo Mountain? Why haven't I seen him?"
Moshan JoeiMr.'s face was full of excitement, and his body was trembling slightly.
"Then who knows. Maybe he is just a remnant soul, and he doesn't want people to know. Maybe he will appear when he recovers his body." Abel also didn't understand why
Solita Mo never showed up.
But think about it, Solita Mo only has a wisp of remnant soul left, and his strength must be greatly reduced. If he shows up now, he might be suppressed again.
Maybe he thought it would not be too late to show up after he regained his physical strength.
The Devil Mountain Ghost stared at Abel, "You didn't lie to me?"
"What did I lie to you, does it mean anything to me?"
"And my Holy Light Fist can't be faked, right?"
Abel smiled lightly.
At this time, Moshan JoeiMr. had completely believed in Abel. After all, Abel's Holy Light Fist would never be learned by anyone except Solita Mo himself.
To be continued.....
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