The princess is the ancestor of evil

Chapter 113 That's a kind of... hunger
On the top of the mountain, the summit of no one, the wind howled, and her red clothes were ripped apart.

The green shoots that grew out of the sarcophagus stood firm in the cold wind.

Wen Ku stood firm, with layers of black bones behind her, rolling towards her feet in the dark wind.

The evil spirit on her body intertwined with the black mist, and she moved closer to the sarcophagus.

Outside the sarcophagus are densely packed runes, and she even recognizes some of them, which are from the ancient time of Immortals.

And the words 'Seal of the Essence' at the center of the sarcophagus are particularly conspicuous.

"You Jing?" The warm red lips moved slightly, she had sucked a lot of souls, so she naturally knew what it was.

Regardless of human beings, immortals, gods, demons, and demons, their souls are composed of three souls and seven souls.

The three souls are: Taiguang, Shuangling, and Youjing, which are the Qi of Taiqing Yang and Harmony, the spirit of the five elements of nature, and the miscellaneous Yin Qi of the earth.

The seven souls are: corpse dog, volt arrow, sparrow yin, swallow thief, non-poison, decontamination, stinky lung, respectively corresponding to joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, evil, desire.

Usually the three souls and seven souls exist at the same time, and none of them can do without it.

She had seen a great god whose soul was sealed, but had never seen one whose soul was sealed alone.

The minute she gets closer, the green shoot grows, and within a short time, it is already a finger high.

Wen Ku didn't move rashly, she didn't know what was going on inside, such powerful spiritual power, even if it was just a soul, it wasn't something to mess with.

It's just that a plan had suddenly appeared in her mind, and there was light in those dark eyes immediately.

If this soul can be eaten by her... Thinking of this, the corners of the warm and dry lips twitched slightly.

She circled around the coffin again and carefully looked at the other runes on it. Perhaps because of the age, those runes were too blurred to be recognizable.

Only the top of the sarcophagus can be vaguely seen, with the imprint of a lotus flower.

Like a lotus but not like a lotus, only a little shadow is blurred.

Walking down this circle, I didn't see any changes in the coffin. Wen Ku didn't study anymore, took out a few black talismans, and after a while of silent words, pasted them on the eight corners of the coffin. superior.

The evil spirit in the palm of her hand turned into black threads and fell on the sarcophagus. She planned to open a slit in the sarcophagus first.

The black talisman is the soul-receiving talisman, and there is only a soul in the coffin. It has been sealed for so many years, and it needs a little reaction time.

Wen Ku intends to give 'it' a slap before 'it' reacts.

This soul is estimated to be worth at least the complete souls of hundreds of fiancés. She hasn't eaten a soul for a long time since she came to Wen's residence.

Although his cultivation has been improving, he always feels that something is missing in his body.

It was a... hunger.

The kind that can't fill you up no matter how much meat you eat.

"Huhuhu~" The wind was blowing recklessly, and the slightest bit of evil spirit did not enter the coffin, and I could feel the extremely strong spiritual power inside and began to fluctuate faintly again.

Not a single blade of grass grows on Mingshan, and it has been gloomy all year round. The people and beasts who come in by chance are all dead.

The miasma became more and more intense, and the wind blew the bones all over the ground to creak, but Wen Ku remained motionless. Standing in front of the coffin, the evil spirit on her body became more and more intense.

All of them were buried in the coffin.

……

At the same time, Wen Fu's little milk cat was blown all over.

Nascent Soul forcibly left the body again, and sank into the boundless night with just a swipe.

"Wow!" The evil beast who was dozing at the gate of the yard suddenly pricked up its ears, rubbed its eyes as big as copper bells with its paws, and looked towards the night sky.

What was it just now, it flew away with a whoosh?

It listened to the wind with its ears upright, but didn't hear anything.

It must be a big rat!
It turned around in a circle, yawned big, dragged the heavy chain around its neck, put the dog's head on its big paws, and fell asleep again.

……

Jinding Palace, outside Mingshan, when the palace master led a group of elders to fly over, he saw the black mist of Mingshan getting thicker and thicker, and a faint spiritual force seemed to break through the mountain and overflow.

"Last time it was just a human voice from the mountain, and my entire Jinding Palace was almost wiped out." The Palace Master was full of worry. When there was a change in Mingshan last time, he was still a kid in crotch pants!
But that doomsday-like scene was deeply engraved in his mind, and he would never forget it in his life.

"If it weren't for the fact that the first generation of palace masters knelt down and burned incense in the Ming Mountain for seven to seven days, and sent in countless cattle and sheep, and even living sacrifices, where would there be today's Jinding Palace?"

The great elder's old eyes were also full of fear.

Since then, the first palace lord has set up a barrier outside Mingshan, and ordered the disciples in the palace not to approach Mingshan easily.

It's just that few people remember the events that happened so long back then. After all, so many years have passed, and most of the disciples either went to a higher plane to continue their training, or died of old age.

In addition, for so many years, Mingshan hasn't had any changes, and gradually, they didn't feel too much panic.

Bo Cong followed the palace lord, looking at the dark mountain of Ming, he said, "Father, now my Jinding Palace is no longer the small sect of the past. Are you afraid that he will fail?"

The palace lord immediately gave him a hard look, "You unfilial son, shut up quickly!"

After saying that, the palace lord clasped his hands together, and bowed respectfully towards Mingshan, "Nizi is young, offend adults, don't blame, don't blame."

The other elders also worshiped together, "My lord, please forgive the Young Palace Master's crime of being ignorant at a young age."

Only Bo Cong was dumbfounded and disdainful, he silently clenched his golden square seal, and took a step forward, "Father, you have never seen that there are people or ghosts, demons or demons in there, so you are so afraid?"

"If 'it' is really so powerful, if we want to destroy my Golden Cauldron Palace today, we won't be able to escape."

"If it's just a paper tiger, wouldn't it be a joke to scare you so terribly?"

Bo Cong has always been conceited. He claims that in this Central Plains continent, no one of the younger generation of cultivators can beat him.

Except for being bullied last time, he has never lost in his life!

The palace lord was about to speak, when Bo Cong said again, "What's more, the spiritual power overflowing from this mountain is so strong, maybe there are some natural treasures in it, chances and risks coexist, when will I, Jinding Palace, be scared?" Pass?"

What he said was not unreasonable. For so many years, no one really knew what that thing in Mingshan was.

Back then, it was just a 'human voice' overflowing from it.

Palace Master Jinding was extremely cautious, he frowned, "If you talk nonsense again, go back."

Having said that, he also hesitated in his heart.

There is no cultivator who does not yearn for great opportunities, especially if he has reached a bottleneck and cannot break through for a long time.

(End of this chapter)