Unparalleled in the world: the princess is too arrogant

Chapter 1220 Soldiers in the Eastern Wasteland, the beginning of the counterattack! (3)
Ling Wushuang listened carefully while thinking.

"At the beginning of the world, the primordial energy suddenly opened, and the primordial energy is the original power of the heaven and the earth, which nourishes all things. The so-called spiritual power in our mouth is actually the gradual shallowing of the primordial energy, which can be said to be tens of thousands of times later. , tossing and consuming among all living beings." Ye Xingtian explained to Ling Wushuang in detail.

Ling Wushuang understood, and murmured to himself, "This is the first time I've heard of it." He asked casually, "Where did the primordial aura come from?"

Ling Wushuang already had a guess in his mind, but just needed to be sure.

"The Frozen Throne." Ye Xingtian spit out four words directly, tilted his head to Ling Wushuang, sighed and smiled, "The Frozen Throne is also the Lord of Primordial Mentalism in my family's mouth. Qi is bestowed by it."

Ye Rong also spoke at this time, and continued, "When the Frozen Throne is at the end of the sky, it can continuously bestow endless power of heaven and earth on this continent, but after the Primordial War, it drifts in various interfaces."

"So that's how it is." Ling Wushuang understood, and suddenly said, "It's no wonder that in the ancient times, there were many strong people in the God's Domain and Heaven Realm, and there were many in the ancient times, but now they are almost extinct, very rare."

The spiritual power of the world is constantly being consumed, but there is no supply, and it is naturally getting thinner. If you want to continue to maintain it, I am afraid that you will have to return the Frozen Throne to the end of the sky, otherwise this continent will not be able to withstand the exhaustion. ah.

Now it's not just the demons, this is another headache.

"Also, the most orthodox way of cultivation?" Ling Wushuang muttered suddenly.

Ye Xingtian naturally knew what Ling Wushuang wanted to ask, so he replied directly, "Containing Qi in the world is indeed not the only way for a mysterious master to practice. Various crooked cultivation methods have evolved, many of which are typical, and the most hateful and cruel one is the soul refining technique of the demons in the ancient times. In order to improve their strength, they have gone crazy and will do anything."

Ling Wushuang nodded and muttered, his eyes were a little blurred, "Forcibly stripping the soul from the body of the mysterious master, absorbing the fusion power for his own use, is indeed extremely cruel, and it is really a calculation once and for all."

Unconsciously, Ling Wushuang thought of the hermaphrodites in Fengdu again, and felt a chill again. The neither male nor female thing really left a deep impression on her, and I am afraid it is one of them. Bar.

"In the ancient times, before we were aware of it, countless profound masters were brutally murdered." Ye Rong sighed.

"How can things be so simple." Ye Xingtian continued with a serious expression, "What kind of power does this soul refining technique rely on? So far, we don't know anything about it. The cultivation method of the demons is completely different from ours. They are all going against the grain, but what is certain is that they are not relying on the power of this heaven and earth."

In the undead world, the reason why those people became stronger and stronger is even more unknown, and it is even more unknown how far they have reached now, but if they are allowed to break through, the world will definitely be in chaos, and the world's mysterious masters may not escape the murderous hands.

Thinking of this, Ye Xingtian and Ye Rong fell silent.

Ling Wushuang's eyebrows twitched, "What a group of difficult guys." Then he snorted softly and said coldly, "But you have to believe that heresy is definitely not a long-term solution."

The woman's brows are clear and bright, full of confidence, in the eyes of Ye Xingtian and the other two, it is like the light of hope.

"Smell, what's the smell." When Ling Wushuang was thinking about something, a childish voice came from somewhere, and before she could make any movements, a silvery white light flashed, and the round nut, It was picked up on the plate on the ground, and the green leaves above the head swayed melodiously from side to side.

Ling Wushuang suddenly smiled, "This guy."

After crying and fainting in the secret realm of the gods, this little guy has never shown up again, and it seems that he should have recovered now.

"This is." Ye Xingtian and Ye Rong looked at each other in surprise.

Ling Wushuang poked the little one with his fingers, and said helplessly, "Isn't it the bodhi seed on the ancient bodhi tree, the relic of the protoss? When we left, this little guy followed desperately, so I let him out."

Ye Xingtian snorted, "It turned out to be a psychic bodhizi."

"It's actually a sacred object of our clan." Ye Rong was also very happy.

"That's not the case." The little thing on the porcelain plate turned around its chubby body, stared at Ling Wushuang, puffed out its stomach arrogantly, and retorted, "I am a sacred object of the gods!" , naturally follow the king of the protoss."

"Yes, yes." Ling Wushuang teased a little amusedly, "We asked you to follow, that's all."

The little guy stared at the brightly smiling Ling Wushuang, feeling bored for a while, but felt a strange inexplicable chill, as if he was about to be boiled, the green leaves above his head shook, and his eyes moved to the ground a little bit. A crystal clear unknown liquid flowed out from a pile of pastries on the porcelain plate.

Ye Rong chuckled, she couldn't stand it anymore, "Eat."

"Ah." The leaves on the top of the little thing's head straightened instantly, and without any hesitation, it fit right into the pile of pastries, or it didn't intend to be polite, it just drooled for a while.

"No, no."

"Pfft."

Various unknown noises came out, and the few people could only see the pastry crumbs being splashed up and falling down again. After more than ten seconds, more than a dozen plates were bright and beautiful, and they were even cleaner than washing them.

The corners of Ling Wushuang's mouth twitched lightly, she was resigned to her fate, why are some of the little guys she took in all foodies?Forget about Zixie Xiaojiu, it's a mysterious beast anyway, but this little one can eat a piece of grass, no, it's a fruit that can be eaten, is it really good?
"Ge."

When there was a sound, Ling Wushuang's complexion was as black as the bottom of a pot.

She lowered her eyes to look at the bodhi seed, which was upright on all fours, covered her face with leaves tightly, and lay upright on a disk. Her forehead was densely covered with black lines. After eating, she either hiccupped or farted. Even this smells similar to Xiaojiu. It's really not a family, so I won't enter a family.

Ling Wushuang stretched out his hand to cover his forehead silently, expressing his resignation.

"Ha ha ha ha."

It's just that Ye Rong and Ye Xingtian were made to laugh out loud by the little guy's naive appearance.

"Wu Shuang, Wu Shuang."

The sound transmission came to my ears, and the voice of the Nanyu Holy Lady floated over, about ten miles away.

Ling Wushuang raised her eyes and looked at the two people in front of her. She shook her robes neatly and stood up, her red lips pursed slightly. "It seems that I'm ready. Let's go. Let's meet up there." After a pause, she spoke again. He called out, "Jun Yan."

(End of this chapter)