The princess is the ancestor of evil

Chapter 118 As long as you like, take it
"Youjing" belongs to yin, even the soul of the gods in the heavens must be deeply yin.

So Wen Ku couldn't figure out what his true self was.

The only thing I can be sure of is that it is extremely powerful.

Under the dazzling light, after a long time, Wen Ku discovered that there was a faint imprint of a lotus flower between his brows.

Fuyuan's Nascent Soul has long been submerged in this spirit, but he never thought that one of his three souls would actually exist here.

It was also awakened by the little daughter-in-law.

The main reason why his Nascent Soul came to the mortal world was also to find his scattered soul and soul.

As for why the soul was lost, he couldn't remember clearly.

When a soul returns to its place, the Yin Qi is very heavy, which will naturally affect his Nascent Soul, and it will be infected with this gloomy Yin Qi.

Standing beside Wen Ku, he pointed at the glittering things all over the floor, "Hunyuan Vine, Nine Star Sword, Mingyue Whip, Longevity Lamp... You can take these few things that catch your eye."

Concubine Su Gui said that if you like it, you have to do what you like, and Fu Yuan naturally wants to give her the best.

Without facial features, his voice seemed to float from the clouds, with a sense of emptiness, and it was naturally completely different from his voice when he was 'Gu Jinghong'.

Wen Ku, "..." She felt that this thing had malicious intentions.

His eyes fell on the things he was pointing at, and he saw that there were still a few glowing fragments, but with a wave of his hand, they immediately returned to their original appearance.

He almost packed it up and gave it to Wen Ku!

Having lived Wenku for so many years in her previous life, she has seen countless treasures.

It's just that in this life in the mortal world, the treasures I see are at most tempered from the fragments left over from the ancient times.

And every piece of treasure in this sarcophagus is complete!It is haunted by the spiritual energy that belongs to the ancient times, which makes people's heart beat at a glance.

Any treasure here is enough to shock the entire Central Plains.

But he stuffed it all into Wen Ku's arms as if he didn't want any money, "As long as you like it, take it."

"Take what you don't like, you can give it away."

Wenku, "..."

Countless treasures, the moment they transformed into their real bodies, their spiritual power overflowed uncontrollably.

The Great Elder was still wrestling with the huge skeleton, and the lord of the Golden Cauldron Palace and his party had already rushed over.

Bewitched by the spiritual power overflowing from the sarcophagus before getting close, everyone's eyes were full of greedy light.

"Sure enough, there is a supreme baby!"

"It's just this spiritual power, if I get any of it, I'm afraid it will be enough for my Golden Cauldron Palace to go up to a higher level, and maybe I can survive on a shoulder to shoulder with the higher forces!"

The Golden Cauldron Palace Master and all the elders flew over together, and when they reached the Great Elder, they were all taken back two steps by the huge skeleton.

"Palace Master, there is an evil cultivator in that sarcophagus, and the Young Palace Master has already died in her hands." While resisting the skeleton tenaciously, the Great Elder handed the golden square seal that had been burnt into black charcoal to the Palace Master.

For a moment, the palace owner Bo Hong's face turned pale, "Is Cong'er really?"

"By the time I arrived, the Young Palace Master had already been reduced to ashes." The other two elders looked sad, but they were thankful in their hearts. If it wasn't for Bo Cong who was going to be the chess piece of "throwing stones and asking directions", maybe the one who turned into ashes now is They are gone.

Holding the square seal, Bo Hong almost embedded it in his palm.

He was just such a son, he was old enough to raise him like a peerless treasure since he was a child, he was reluctant to be beaten and scolded, and he was going to choose a wife for him in three days, but he died so suddenly...?
Bo Hong looked at the spiritual energy, evil spirit, and lingering miasma surrounding the sarcophagus, and because of the sudden pain of losing his son, all the hesitation in his heart disappeared.

Not to mention what treasure was in the coffin, at least he wanted to find out that evil cultivator and avenge his son!
"Are you sure there is only one evil cultivator in that sarcophagus?" Bo Hong's old eyes were heavy, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

"Only that evil cultivator." The Great Elder said with certainty, "Most of the powerful spiritual power before was overflowing from the treasure in the coffin."

They didn't know any of the writings written in ancient times on the sarcophagus.

Of course I don't know, it's a 'quiet spirit' that's sealed inside.

Bo Hong groaned angrily in a low voice, chopping his feet fiercely, wisps of spiritual power sank into the ground under his feet, and the earth was so shaken that it cracked open.

The fissure spread from the bottom of the foot to the bottom of the sarcophagus, and in an instant, the head of the sarcophagus sank directly, about to fall into the crack.

The Great Elder turned his head away, and saw a faint phantom behind Bo Hong, emerging from his dantian, covering his back like a huge sculpture.

He was slightly startled, he didn't expect that the palace lord had already cultivated Nascent Soul!

In the Nascent Soul stage, he could be regarded as a top monk in the Central Plains, even he was still one step away.

Even if it is just this step, it is completely an insurmountable gap.

One is in the sky and the other is on the ground, there is no comparison at all.

Just stomping one's feet can shake the earth and shake the mountains, so powerful!
This hasn't really worked out yet!
With sharp eagle eyes, Bo Honglian chopped off again, "I don't care who you are, you killed my son, come out quickly and die, and you will die happily!"

He wanted to see what kind of evil cultivator could kill his son so easily!
He has forcibly suppressed his emotions, afraid that he would lose his mind.

The voice carried the spiritual power belonging to the Nascent Soul cultivator, resounding everywhere in Mingshan, and the other elders blocked their ears, feeling like they were going to be deafened by the sound.

Wen Ku naturally heard the voice.

To her, a monk in the Nascent Soul stage should not be underestimated.

She first put away a pile of treasures, then clenched the black gold stick in her hand, and took out a mask from the storage ring.

It was the mask that 'Gu Jinghong' left on Meiling Mountain last time.

He went out, but was caught back by the 'youjing' beside him.

"Noisy." His voice was extremely cold, and even the sarcophagus was filled with a dark wind.

He wrapped Wenku's waist with one hand, and swept off all the pearls on the top of the sarcophagus with the other, and put them into Wenku's storage ring.

Then a palm fell out, smashing the lid of the sarcophagus to pieces.

"boom!"

For a moment, gravel flew like rain, smashing in all directions.

Even if it is a gravel as big as a thumb, it will be a pit tens of meters deep.

The eighth elder couldn't avoid it, but was rubbed by a gravel, his arm was broken on the spot, and he was hit hard to the ground by the gravel.

Everything was as fast as lightning, and everyone was so shocked that they didn't react.

In an instant, endless black mist gushed out of the sarcophagus.

In the black mist, the man's silver hair fluttered and his purple clothes fluttered. There were black and golden lotuses under his feet. He clearly flew out of the sarcophagus, but his appearance was more like falling from the sky.

He didn't make a move, just the overwhelming coercion made people breathless, his legs trembled, and they wanted to kneel down together.

(End of this chapter)