The Absolutely Favorite Poison Concubine: Demon Emperor, very arrogant

Chapter 224 Emperor Qing!Where did your little finger go?

Soon, Ling Jiuyou discovered another problem!
It is true that her Destiny Spirit Bone has returned to her body, but the immortal spirit bone in her body obtained from the phoenix lair was originally silent, but now it has also awakened, and the newly born spirit bone like a granulation is also Grow overnight!

Not only that, but the three bones have all evolved to the first level of spirit induction!

She has experienced the pain of spiritual power pouring into her body, it was like dying, but last night, she didn't feel any pain at all, and she just successfully stepped into the way of cultivating immortals for no reason?

This made Ling Jiuyou a little suspicious, and felt a little uneasy in his heart. In the end, he mustered up his courage and stepped into Diqing's territory!

Although it is said that Mu Ding was originally connected with her soul, so it must be her fault, but after all, it was taken over by Di Qing, right?

Therefore, Ling Jiuyou, who stepped into the mother cauldron, had an illusion of chaos for no reason!

"Emperor Qing?"

In the space of the mother cauldron, the spring water was gurgling, and the little Guozi hid somewhere to dry his belly, but he was nowhere to be seen, and the surroundings were abnormally quiet.

"Diqing, are you here?"

Ling Jiuyou carefully approached the position of the golden coffin...

Breathe!
The breath of the emperor!

However, as strong as Emperor Qing, when she entered the inner space of the cauldron, she couldn't feel his breath at all, what happened this time?
Ling Jiuyou panicked for no reason, rushed to the golden coffin, grabbed the coffin and looked inside...

"Emperor Qing!"

Seeing the person in the golden coffin clearly, Ling Jiuyou couldn't help but exclaimed, "What's wrong with you? Why is your face so pale? Have you been struck by lightning again?"

Asking this, Ling Jiuyou frowned.

Because, even if struck by lightning, Di Qing has never been so weak!
Inside the golden coffin, the face exposed under half of the golden mask was as pale as snow, and Di Qing's entire aura was sluggish, as if he had experienced a catastrophe!
The people in the coffin were silent, and Ling Jiuyou was even more worried. He crawled into the coffin anxiously, and anxiously groped on Di Qing, "How did you become so weak? It wasn't your spirit who made the cauldron last night." Is it a void formed by force? Could it be struck by lightning again?"

"No! Lightning strikes won't turn you into this bear. What's wrong with you?"

The breath is so unstable, even a rookie like her can feel it, this is not normal!This is very abnormal!
This is just a soul of Di Qing, and there is no pulse at all. Even if Ling Jiuyou wants to help him feel the pulse, it is impossible for her. She is worried, and keeps touching Di Qing. This time, there is no molestation and blasphemy at all. The meaning is entirely out of worry!
When he touched Di Qing's hand, he felt the weak breath of the man around him, and he broke free unconsciously. Ling Jiuyou suddenly got excited, and grabbed Di Qing's hand...

The slender and slender...four fingers are like a gift from the Creator, but they should have been five fingers!

"Where's your little finger? Di Qing! Where did your little finger go?" With a low growl, Ling Jiuyou's heart clenched tightly in an instant.

Three souls and nine souls, the wound of the soul is the most difficult to heal!
What's more, such a disabled and severed finger?
Soul injury!

For an existence as powerful as Emperor Qing, who could hurt his soul?

Even if the thunder and thunder oppressed Di Qing alone, he couldn't really damage his soul to such an extent...

(End of this chapter)