The princess is the ancestor of evil

Chapter 122 Little wild cat, different

He glanced at him coldly and indifferently, with the expression "You think I'm a fool" in his eyes?
Fu Yuan was gloomy, and the surrounding wind was howling, blowing his long silver hair, and he reached out and took the Thunder Drum of Jinding Palace Master Patriarch.

He said, "Go away, you've never seen Ben...me."

How could the master still have the intention to get back his magic weapon, he nodded repeatedly, even if he didn't fully confirm the identity of the other party, he didn't dare to act rashly.

It's not that I don't dare...it's that I can't at all.

The thunder light all over the sky subsided in an instant, and in that instant, he also disappeared into the clouds along with the thunder light.

The man hadn't disappeared yet, but Fu Yuan suddenly regretted it. He stretched out his hand, and an irreversible force tore him down from the clouds, and then everyone saw their master, standing in front of the demon god. The hands of ordinary people turned into loose sand.

Wen Xianyue also opened her mouth wide in shock. At that moment, she was sure that this 'god' was definitely not from the Central Plains.

In this situation, she naturally didn't dare to get any closer, so she rode the snow luan bird and ran all the way outside the Golden Tripod Palace.

While running, she still turned her head frequently, wanting to see his face clearly. Although she didn't have the chance tonight, it didn't mean she wouldn't have it in the future.

No matter what method she uses, she has to get involved with such a powerful person.

Even though she couldn't see his face clearly, Wen Xianyue still firmly remembered his silver hair and purple clothes.

……

And Wen Ku saw it most clearly, that master was directly shattered by Fu Yuan's spiritual power.

In her cognition, Fu Yuan can be regarded as a person with the halo of the Holy Father on his head, but tonight completely overturned her inherent impression of Fu Yuan.

When he became ruthless, he was no weaker than her.

Standing in the void, Fu Yuan scatter the ashes of Jinding Palace master casually with his fingertips, his wide sleeves are filled with wind, and he said to everyone in Jinding Palace, "You will forget everything tonight."

This time his voice really hung down from the clouds, and accompanied by extremely powerful spiritual power, it swept out with light visible to the naked eye.

If he wanted to kill someone, the entire Jinding Palace would be littered with corpses tonight.

Where there is good, there is evil, and where there is yang, there is yin. The good and the evil are relative. The soul of 'youjing' is exactly the soul of yin and evil. Full control over its innate properties.

The disciples of the Golden Cauldron Palace were able to save a life, it was the grace of Fuyuan Yuanying not to kill.

It wasn't until the light waves of spiritual power covered the entire Jinding Palace that Fu Yuan's hand landed on the top of Wen Ru's head again, rubbed it, and asked her, "Are you scared?"

Wen Ku's expression remained unchanged, "Do you want to erase my memory together?"

She has secrets that cannot be known to others, and it is obvious that Fu Yuan has them too.

Fu Yuan's hand froze for a moment, and the ethereal voice became softer, he said, "Little wild cat, it's different."

No matter what he becomes, whether he is good or evil, a god who saves the world, or a demon who destroys the world, there is only one thing that will not change.

He remains the same to everything mild and dry.

……

Ten days later, Wenfu.

That night, Wen Ku was brought back by Fu Yuan, and brought Wen Lanwei and Yunniang back along the way.

The sarcophagus of Mingshan has been buried by the entire collapsed mountain, but the palm-sized green plant at the head of the coffin was taken away by Fuyuan.

When he left, he only left that thing by Wen Ku's side.

Before he even had time to say a word to Wen Ku, his secluded spirit disappeared under the starry sky, together with Nascent Soul.

For ten days in a row, Wen Ku never saw him again.

'Gu Jinghong' in the palace became a physical puppet again, Wen Ku checked, and there were faint cracks in his body again.

"Can't bear his Nascent Soul?" Wen Ku sat by the window, looking at the green plant.

Even the puppet she made with her own hands can't carry Fuyuan's Nascent Soul, which only shows that he is too powerful.

It's like a glass of glass can't hold the hot magma, and it will shatter sooner or later.

Everything seemed to be calm without any disturbance.

Yunniang and Wen Lanluo only remembered what happened before they were thrown out of the huge pit by Wen Ku, and they were curious about how they got out of the dark mountain in the end, but seeing that Wen Ku was not in a good mood recently, they didn't ask any further questions.

"My lord, a major event happened in Jinding Palace. Bo Hong and Bo Cong both died. Now there is no leader in the palace. The strange thing is that all the disciples don't remember what happened." Wuqing brought the news to When she was warm and dry, she wasn't interested at all.

Wuqing saw her interest, and said, "Why don't we take the opportunity to occupy the Golden Cauldron Palace, after all, it is the number one holy place for cultivation in the Central Plains, if we can subdue it, it will be of great benefit to the Lord."

Wen Ku glanced at him, then casually took out a Nine Star Sword from the storage ring and handed it to Wu Qing.

Wu Qing immediately took it with both hands, and started with the heavy black sword, which was almost so heavy that he couldn't lift it up.

This sword looks ordinary, without any spiritual power, and there is no wave of evil spirit, but it exudes a chilling murderous aura.

Withdrawing the scabbard, the sharp sword light shot out immediately, and with a light wave, it turned into a sharp starlight in the air.

The starlight only slightly swept to the window, and the entire wall was split open.

Ruthless put it away in an instant.

Wen Ku's face was expressionless, and he only said to him, "Take it for fun."

The complete magic weapon of the ancient immortal period can only exert at most one-tenth of its power in the hands of Ruthless at this stage.

If a magical weapon falls into the hands of ordinary people, it is no different from a kitchen knife.

It takes matching strength to control it.

As his strength increases, he will be able to exert more power from the Nine Star Sword.

Ruthlessly put away the Nine Star Sword, and bowed to Wen Rong, "Thank you Lord for your gift."

His warm eyes still fell on the palm-sized green plant, "The Golden Cauldron Palace is nothing interesting, so there is no need to spend effort on it."

After all, all the natal artifacts of the elders are with her, and even the thunder drum of the 'master ancestor' is still lying in her storage ring.

Wen Ku rubbed his temples, and finally found a Ningtian Pill from it.

The top-quality pill that can repair the broken dantian is extremely rare, and she immediately thought of Wen Lanluo.

"Give this pill to my sister quietly."

Ruthless, "Yes."

He watched the Lord take out a bunch of treasures from the storage ring, although he was puzzled, he didn't ask any more questions.

It was just a moment to think of the tragedy of the Golden Cauldron Palace. The shadows have already found out that several elders died in the Golden Cauldron Palace, and a lot of magical treasures were lost.

Looking up at the Lord again, the ruthless eyes are full of light.

Most of this...is done by the Lord.

After all... Bo Cong kidnapped the young lady before, how could the master let that thing go so easily?

When he looked at Wenku, his eyes were full of stars.

Wen Ku just randomly selected a meteor hammer from the treasures in the place, "Take it to the watchdog, if there are too many, there is no place to put it."

(End of this chapter)