Emperor Xia looked up at the shaky old monk, pondered for a moment and said:
"Jinghui, do you want to take a rest?"
Jinghui shook his head, walked to Mu Cang, sat down cross-legged, and began to use his life skills.
Buzz~
After receiving the spell, Mu Cang instantly sensed a spiritual power enveloping his mind in an extremely strange form.
Everything around seemed to be at a standstill.
"Complex and exquisite, mysterious and mysterious."
Mu Cang, who was in the art of purifying one's life, finally clearly saw its structure and foundation.
The delusion-breaking consciousness is activated autonomously, and rapid learning and analysis begins.
Keep it up like this.
Mu Cang felt that he should be able to perform this kind of life magic soon.
However, as a spell caster, Jing Hui was now in unimaginable pain.
After using his destiny technique to spy on the fate of the ninth prince in front of him, the world in his eyes suddenly collapsed.
Jing Hui felt that an extremely majestic god instantly filled his entire field of vision.
His whole body was stiff, and he felt like he was being stabbed repeatedly with countless blunt knives inside and outside his body, which was extremely painful.
Jing Hui suddenly realized something.
'It turns out that Ninth Prince...you are my fate! '
His mind suddenly opened up, the stubborn stone blocking his mind suddenly disappeared, and a smile appeared on the old monk's face unconsciously.
This smile revealed a kind of supreme satisfaction.
In fact, Jinghui is no longer afraid of death.
What he was really afraid of... was the unknown.
'The end of my road is today! '
Kakaka~
Suddenly there was a crunching sound of bones squirming in Jing Hui's body.
He actually broke through the barrier of his heart at this moment and reached the state of indestructibility!
'It seems that heaven will help me. Your Highness, please let this poor monk see your destiny thoroughly! '
Jing Hui endured the dizzy pain that was almost boiling in his brain, his eyes shone brightly, and he began to perform the technique with all his strength.
Suddenly, the god in his field of vision seemed to sense his prying eyes, and slowly turned his head, scanning his eyes with an extremely cold and indifferent gaze.
The old monk's body froze for an instant, and the next second his eyes exploded, blood spurting out all over the ground.
“Ahhhhhhhhh!”
After only crying out in pain for a second, Jing Hui forced himself to hold back and continued to watch his fate.
The princes and princesses finally realized something was wrong.
Emperor Xia stood up directly, his eyes shining brightly.
There was so much movement!
Could it be that... Xiaojiu's destiny is more mysterious than that of Lao San? !
At this moment, Jing Hui's body burst into flames.
The color of the fire is like blood, extremely strange.
And he spoke with difficulty in the raging blood and fire:
"His Ninth Prince's fortune... Huh... God? Demon?!"
“It’s like a god descending into dust, like a golden immortal being banished to the mortal world!
Looking at the people and things in the world, they are all inferior to one another!
The world is turned upside down and soared, just in one thought! "
The princes and princes all had their eyes widened, stunned and stunned.
what's the situation? !
Such outrageous criticism!
Could Xiao Jiu still be a god coming to the world? !
"Resident... Immortal Buddha!"
Marquis Xuanping muttered, looking miserable.
"Okay! Okay! Okay!"
Emperor Xia laughed wildly three times and quickly asked, "Jinghui, what is Xiaojiu's horoscope?!"
The old monk, who had become a charred corpse in the flames, clasped his hands with a smile on his face:
"Your Majesty the Ninth Prince is buried for eternity...with a fate that goes against the will of Heaven and Tao!!!"
After saying that, the burnt body made a loud bang and collapsed instantly, turning into a pile of withered bones.
"Hahahahahaha!!"
"How lucky is the heaven, how lucky is the heaven! My great summer is prosperous!!!"
Emperor Xia looked up to the sky and laughed, not caring about Jing Hui's death.
He flicked his sleeves, pointed his hand at Mu Cang, who had a leisurely expression, and announced:
"I declare that from now on, you will be the Crown Prince of Daxia!"
As soon as these words came out, the three princesses' beautiful eyes widened and they looked at the handsome Mu Cang in shock.
Marquis Zunshuo rubbed his temples and said nothing.
Marquis Xuanping opened his mouth slightly and looked gloomy.
boom!
Marquis Wu An smashed the square table with one punch, his expression ferocious.
The three of them had different emotions and looked deeply at Mu Cang, who was looking leisurely in the distance.
Mu Cang, after feeling the scrutinizing, cold, or furious gazes of the three people, smiled softly and slowly raised his head to look at them.
boom!
It was like detonating a nuclear bomb in my heart.
The brains of the three people buzzed for a while, and they felt that the world was spinning, and their eyes seemed to be dim and dazed.
Feeling the tearing pain in their heads, the three of them no longer dared to look at Mu Cang.
They knew that this must be Mu Cang's doing, but they did not dare to behave in an aggressive manner, and they all sat in their original positions without saying a word.
In fact, the three of them didn't know.
Mu Cang didn't do anything to them, he just let go of the aura that his eyes should have.
It's just that they are too weak to resist even a glint of light.
If there wasn't still some blood affection and respect for the old emperor that a child should have, given Mu Cang's character, these three people should have turned into dust on the spot tonight and disappeared from this world.
As the attributes of his soul continued to expand, Mu Cang had already determined that he was not the so-called soul-piercing soul. It was more likely that he had cleared away the 'dust' that had obscured the light of his soul and awakened to the past.
He was originally the Ninth Prince Mu Cang.
I just woke up a little later.
…
Thousands of miles southeast of Daxia, Liancheng is located in a luxurious garden.
"Master, the young master was found in the garbage dump outside Shendu, with a few bitches at the time..."
"Okay, okay, stop talking!"
A fat middle-aged man raised his hand to stop the servant next to him.
"Yingbo! It's mother, Yingbo!"
A woman hugged Chu Yingbo, who was covered in stench, and cried bitterly.
"What's wrong with you, Yingbo, my son, Yingbo, oooooooooooo!!"
Chu Yingbo, who was hugged by his mother, had no normal reaction. He only knew how to huff and spit out his tongue like a dog, and his eyes kept looking around in panic.
The middle-aged man shook his head with his hands behind his back and sighed: "Oh, what a crime."
"Chu Xionghui!!"
The woman was like a she-wolf guarding her cubs, glaring at the middle-aged man fiercely, "Yingbo is your biological son, please come up with something for me! Do you want him to be like this for the rest of his life?!"
"Method?!"
Chu Xionghui glared and scolded: "If you, a woman, hadn't doted on him to be so arrogant and rebellious, how could he have offended His Highness the Ninth Prince and ended up like this!"
"Ahhhhh!"
The woman screamed on the spot and jumped up, grabbing the man and saying, "I don't care about him, Your Highness Ninth Prince, he has made my son look like a human being and a ghost, I want him to die!!!"
"absurd!"
Chu Xionghui slapped the woman aside, pointed at her and shouted angrily, "Zou Chunmei! You brainless woman, don't make trouble for me and cause trouble for the Chu family!"
Zou Chunmei fell to the ground and covered her face and said bitterly: "Hmph, don't think I don't know. You want to bring all your outhouses into your house, right?"
She stood up, pointed at Chu Xionghui, who looked ugly, and gritted her teeth:
"I tell you it's absolutely impossible! As long as those cousins dare to step into the Chu family, I will kill them!!"
"What nonsense are you talking about!"
Chu Xionghui snorted angrily, pushed the door open and left angrily.
The old Taoist priest who had been silent in the corner of the room also walked out.
"Let's go! Let's all go!"
Zou Chunmei hugged her stupid son and growled and cried.
After crying for a long time, she took out her mobile phone and said coldly:
"Son, you watch, my mother will definitely avenge you!"
After that, quickly press a series of fifteen digits on the phone dialing interface to jump to a blank web page.
Then she entered a longer string of numbers, added facial verification, and logged into a mysterious webpage with a black skull printed on it.
outside the house.
Chu Xionghui rubbed his temples and turned to ask the old Taoist priest.
"Taoist Master Baihe, look at Quanzi now..."
Bai Hezi stroked his beard and said, "I have just seen the strangeness of the young master carefully. It is because his soul has changed from a human to a dog."
"How could it be?! How could it be like this! Alas!"
Chu Xionghui's face was full of sorrow: "Then, is there any solution?"
Taoist Baihe pinched his sleeves and mused: "A human soul turns into a dog, which I have never seen before in my life.
I have only seen a few records in ancient books, but those are more like supernatural beings than real evil magic. "
"but……"
Taoist Bai He looked at Tianyun from a distance and said solemnly, "It's really scary that such a master of evil arts exists next to the Ninth Prince."
"Yeah, I feel terrible too."
Chu Xionghui nodded, "The Ninth Prince has been showing mediocrity all this time. Who would have thought that... it was actually a false appearance? His thoughts are really deep enough, and he has hidden his plans for many years without knowing what he is doing."
Speaking of this, he sighed: "That woman doesn't understand anything. How could she know that the Daxia royal family seems to be weak and powerless, but in fact it is deep and cunning, and cannot be easily..."
At this time, Taoist Baihe suddenly said: "I have a way to save the young master."
"Oh?" Chu Xionghui's eyes lit up and he said eagerly, "Taoist priest, please tell me!"
"Yes." Taoist Bai He touched his beard, "Master, do you know that although warriors who train their bodies are the mainstream in this world, there are also ancient sects that specialize in the art of the soul, hidden in the deep mountains and old forests.
And the way to save the young master lies in that ancient sect. "
Chu Xionghui frowned and guessed:
"Oh, you mean...Da Luo Dao?!"
