1973 Fengdu Ballad

"Brother, thanks to you for taking action just now!"

Princess Qilian turned around and saluted the eldest son. Her lowered eyes were filled with excitement and defensiveness. The four of them were half-brothers and the eldest son’s biological father. He is the legitimate prince-in-law. As a cultivator of immortality, Princess Qilian usually doesn't care because the person with whom her mother has the best relationship is her father.

However.

The chessboard shown by the eldest young master just now made her change her mind!

Although she is favored by her mother, she can have the final say whether it is Baizhou City or Changmeng City. However, even though she has spent all the resources in Baizhou, she cannot compare with her eldest brother. Grandfather’s preference!

The eldest son's father was the consort appointed by Emperor Xuan of Zhou Dynasty.

When he learned that Princess Changmeng and her husband-in-law were not in harmony and ignored their eldest son, the eldest son, Emperor Zhou Xuan specially took the eldest son to his side and trained him until he was twenty-eight years old. Princess Changmeng said that she was seriously ill in bed. For this reason, he deceived the eldest son from the imperial capital back to Baizhou!

The eldest son has no chance to return to the imperial capital since then.

That's right.

Emperor Zhou Xuan was even more concerned about his grandson, the eldest son, and would reward the eldest son with rare treasures from time to time! This chessboard spiritual treasure was even produced by Emperor Zhou Xuan himself.

Rumor has it.

In the whole Baizhou, as long as the eldest son asked Emperor Zhou Xuan for help, there would be nothing wrong with Princess Qilian. She didn't believe it before, but after witnessing the strength of the eldest son today, the emotions in Princess Qilian's heart were complicated. bright.

"Brother, thank you for being here, otherwise my little brother's life would be in danger."

"Yes, thank you for your hard work, brother!"

The Seventh Young Master and the Ninth Princess, who had always followed Princess Qilian's lead, also silently stood beside the Eldest Young Master. The eldest son waved his hand and withdrew his spell, only to see that his black hair had faded away and he looked like a bad old man again. He covered his mouth and coughed desperately, then pointed at Fu Shiyi.

Everyone's eyes suddenly fell on Fu Shiyi.

But he saw that Fu Shiyi had already quickly activated his magic skills and was sealing the spirit body.

Princess Qilian frowned and said angrily: "County Master Fu, why are you so anxious? The gate of Wangui Gate Ruins has not been completely opened yet. Could it be that you want our group to waste all our previous efforts!"

Princess Qilian not only lost a magic weapon of her destiny, but what made her even more uneasy was that she suddenly realized that her previous wealth was no more than the water and moon mirror, and it would be shattered by a blow.

Therefore.

For a tool-man in the Golden Core stage, and one who had already used up his tool-man, she was not as good-tempered as before. She waved her right hand and was about to cast a spell on Fu Shiyi.

However.

She seemed to be aware of it, and suddenly looked towards the gray vortex of gloomy energy. Everyone seemed to vaguely sense something at this moment, and all their eyes fell on the gray vortex.

The next moment.

A faint chanting sound came from the gray vortex.

It was like tinnitus at first, but the sound became clearer and clearer.

Fu Shiyi, who was sealing the spirit body, was also trembling at this time. She was all too familiar with this chanting sound. Several images flashed through her mind, and then a familiar song came to her ears:

The song seems to come from the land of Jiuyou:

"It's pitiful that I'm all alone and have no relatives, so I can only swallow my voice and complain in the air. Don't you think Feishuang June is due to Zou Yan, if there is a cavity of resentment spurting out like fire, I will definitely feel it. The iceflakes are rolling like cotton to prevent my corpse from showing up; I want a plain chariot and a white horse to send me to the ancient wilderness!"