bad bad prince unbridled love

Chapter 645
Seeing that she still didn't understand, Hong Jiuqing reminded her: "I still remember what I told you about the many monsters trapped in the tower. After hundreds of thousands of years, they died in the tower long ago. Only the souls are trapped here, and these The state of the soul in the tower is like a living person.

No matter how he looks like a living person, he can run and jump, but he is just a soul. If he cannot eat grains, he will not suffer from illness, let alone poisoning. Even if you soak these souls in a poison vat, it will have no effect at all. "

"Then this person has been dead for hundreds of years, hasn't he been in the tower for a long time?" The medicine took effect, and Feng Qingqing spoke much more smoothly, "No wonder he is crazy, he seems to be from the Yulong family. From the words in his mouth, it seems that he was framed and trapped in the Yulong Pagoda, and he would go crazy when he mentioned the Yulong family."

"A member of Yulong's family?"

Hong Jiuqing raised her eyebrows, looking disgusted.

"According to what you said, souls can't eat, but when I just woke up, he was clamoring to boil me," Feng Qing leaned closer to inspect the weird pot of blood soup, "Then this pot of soup is definitely not for eating Yes, then why is he cooking this? Is there such a thing as the so-called profound art of training blood?"

Hong Jiuqing stepped forward with great interest, picked up the stirring rod next to it and stirred it a few times: "The kind of mystic arts you mentioned do exist, and they are all mystic arts used by evil cultivators to harm people. , but his is not that kind, it’s just a pot of messy stew, without the slightest surge of spiritual energy, and there is no necessary thing for blood energy cultivation.”

"Necessary?"

"Just need resentment." Feeling bored, Hong Jiuqing threw the stick aside, took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands carefully, "The creatures who are killed must have great resentment. Said, just like we have the same need for spiritual energy, the greater the resentment, the faster the practice speed.

I once heard that in the middle of three days, there was an evil cultivator who slaughtered the entire city in order to gain more grievances, and finally used the city as a magic circle for cultivation. "

Feng Qingqing no longer looked at the weird pot of soup, feeling disgusted: "Is there no consequence for this kind of practice that is not tolerated by heaven? If everyone practiced this kind of magic, wouldn't this world be homeless and miserable, and the people would not be able to survive. "

Hong Jiuqing looked at the cave casually, and said casually: "How can there be no consequences? Just like what you said, the law of heaven is not tolerated. Those who practice magic will not be able to survive the next wave of thunder disaster. They hide and hide every day to avoid the punishment of heaven. A group of rats crossing the street dare not show their heads, how proud they are when they are arrogant, and they don’t know when they will be backlashed by the resentment in their bodies, but they will not die, they are really stupid.”

The light blade blasted away the rocks next to the strange man's ear, and Hong Jiuqing looked at him coldly.

"Only an ignorant person like you wants to try magic."

Feng Qingqing became vigilant, the weirdo woke up?He's pretending to be unconscious?
The little black dragon would never show mercy to those who hurt Feng Qingqing, two balls of fire sprayed towards him, the strange person stiffened, got up and avoided in embarrassment, exposing the fact that he was pretending to be unconscious.

"...Little Baby knows quite a lot. Yes, I am practicing magic, but so what! As you said, I am already dead!"

"So what if a dead person practices sorcery? Can it be more miserable than it is now!"

(End of this chapter)