Attributes are infinitely increasing, I dominate multiple

Emperor Xia looked up at the shaky old monk, pondered for a moment and said:

"Jinghui, do you want to take a break?"

Jinghui shook his head, walked to Mu Cang, sat cross-legged, and began to perform the life spell.

Buzz~

Mu Cang, who was under the spell, instantly sensed a spiritual force that enveloped his mind in an extremely strange form.

Everything around him seemed to have fallen into a certain stagnation.

"Complex and exquisite, mysterious and mysterious."

Mu Cang, who was in Jinghui's life spell, finally saw its structure and foundation clearly.

The delusion-breaking divine sense started automatically and began to learn and analyze quickly.

If it goes on like this.

Mu Cang felt that it would not be long before he could perform this kind of life spell.

However, as the caster, Jinghui was in an unimaginable pain at this moment.

After performing the life spell to spy on the fate of the ninth prince in front of him, the world in his "eyes" suddenly collapsed.

Jinghui only felt that an extremely majestic god instantly filled all his "field of vision".

His whole body was stiff, and he felt that his body was being repeatedly stabbed and cut by countless blunt knives inside and outside, and he was in great pain.

Jing Hui suddenly understood.

‘So, Ninth Prince… you are my death! ’

His mind suddenly became clear, and the stubborn stone blocking his heart suddenly disappeared, and the old monk smiled unconsciously.

This smile revealed a kind of supreme satisfaction.

In fact, Jing Hui was no longer afraid of death.

What he really feared… was the unknown.

‘The end of my road is today! ’

Ka-ka-ka~

Jing Hui suddenly heard the crisp sound of his bones moving.

He actually broke through the barrier of his heart at this moment and reached the realm of Vajra Indestructibility!

‘It seems that the heavens are helping me, Ninth Prince, let me see your fate thoroughly! ’

Jing Hui endured the dizziness and pain that almost boiled in his brain, and his eyes shone brightly, and he began to perform the spell with all his strength.

Suddenly, the god in the field of vision seemed to sense his spying, slowly turned his head, and swept his indifferent and extremely cold eyes over.

The old monk's body froze instantly, and the next second his eyes exploded, and blood spurted all over the ground.

"Ah... um!"

After only screaming for a second, Jing Hui forced himself to hold back and continued to observe the fate.

The princes and princesses finally realized that something was wrong.

Emperor Xia stood up directly, his eyes shining brightly.

Such a big commotion!

Could it be... Xiao Jiu's fate is more magical than Lao San's? !

At this moment, Jing Hui's body suddenly ignited with flames.

The color of the fire was like blood, extremely strange.

And he spoke with difficulty in the blazing blood and fire:

"The fate of His Highness the Ninth Prince... Huh... God? Devil?!"

"It's like a god descending to earth, like a golden immortal being banished to the mortal world!

Looking at the people and things in the world, none of them are as good as him!

The universe is overturned and soaring, just in a thought!"

All the princes and nobles had their eyes wide open, shocked and stunned.

What's going on? !

Such an outrageous comment!

Could Xiaojiu be a god descending to the world? !

"The immortal Buddha!"

Hou Pinghou muttered, his face miserable.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Emperor Xia laughed wildly three times and asked quickly, "Jinghui, what is Xiaojiu's fate?!"

The old monk who had become a charcoal in the flames clasped his hands together with a smile on his face:

"His Highness the Ninth Prince is, buried for eternity...the fate of going against the will of heaven!!!"

After that, the charred body made a loud bang, collapsed in an instant, and turned into a pile of dry bones.

"Hahahahahaha!"

"How lucky the heavens are, how lucky the heavens are! My Great Xia is rejuvenated!!!"

Emperor Xia laughed up to the sky, not caring about Jing Hui's death.

He flicked his sleeves, waved his hand to the leisurely Mu Cang, and announced:

"I declare that from now on, you are the crown prince of Great Xia!"

As soon as these words came out, the three princesses' beautiful eyes widened, and they looked at the handsome Mu Cang in shock.

Zun Shuohou rubbed his temples and said nothing.

Xuan Pinghou opened his mouth slightly, his expression gloomy.

Bang!

Wu Anhou smashed the square table with a punch, his expression ferocious.

The three people had different emotions, and looked deeply at Mu Cang who was leisurely in the distance.

And Mu Cang, after feeling the scrutiny, coldness, or fury of the three people, smiled gently and slowly raised his head to look at them.

Boom!

It was like a nuclear bomb detonated in his heart.

The three people's brains buzzed, and they felt the world spinning, and their eyes seemed to be dim and dazed.

Feeling the tearing pain in their brains, the three people dared not look at Mu Cang again.

They knew that this must be Mu Cang's doing, but they did not dare to act arrogantly anymore. They all sat in their original positions and said nothing.

In fact, the three people did not know.

Mu Cang did not do anything to them, but just let go of a trace of the aura that should have been in his eyes.

It's just that they were too weak to resist even a trace of eyes.

If it weren't for the blood relationship and respect that children should have for the old emperor, with Mu Cang's character, these three people should have turned into dust on the spot tonight and dissipated in this world.

With the continuous expansion of the soul attribute, Mu Cang has long been sure that he is not the so-called soul through, and it is more likely that he has cleared the "dust" that has obscured his soul and aura, and awakened to the past.

He is the ninth prince Mu Cang.

I just woke up a little late.

…

Thousands of miles southeast of Daxia, in Liancheng, in a luxurious garden.

"Master, the young master was found in the garbage dump outside Shendu, with a few bitches at the time..."

"Okay, okay, stop talking!"

A fat middle-aged man raised his hand to stop the servant next to him.

"Yingbo! It's mother, Yingbo!"

A woman hugged Chu Yingbo, who was covered in stench, and cried bitterly.

"What's wrong with you, Yingbo, my son Yingbo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooov

Chu Yingbo, who was hugged by his mother, had no normal reaction. He only knew how to huff and stick out his tongue like a dog, and his eyes kept looking around in panic.

The middle-aged man shook his head with his hands behind his back and sighed: "Oh, what a crime."

"Chu Xionghui!!"

The woman was like a she-wolf guarding her cubs, glaring at the middle-aged man fiercely, "Yingbo is your biological son, please come up with something for me! Do you want him to stay like this for the rest of his life?!"

"way?!"

Chu Xionghui glared and scolded: "If you, a woman, hadn't doted on him to be so arrogant and arrogant, how could he have offended His Highness the Ninth Prince and ended up like this!"

"Ahhhhh!"

The woman screamed on the spot and jumped up, grabbing the man and saying, "I don't care about him, Your Highness Ninth Prince, he has made my son so inhuman, I want him to die!!!"

"absurd!"

Chu Xionghui slapped the woman aside, pointed at her and shouted angrily, "Zou Chunmei! You brainless woman, don't make trouble for me and cause trouble for the Chu family!"

Zou Chunmei fell to the ground and covered her face and said bitterly: "Huh, don't think I don't know. You want to bring all your outhouses into your house, right?"

She stood up, pointed at Chu Xionghui, who looked ugly, and gritted her teeth:

"I tell you it's absolutely impossible! As long as those cousins ​​dare to step into the Chu family, I will kill them!!"

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

Chu Xionghui snorted angrily, pushed the door open and left angrily.

The old Taoist priest who had been silent in the corner of the room also walked out.

"Let's go! Let's all go!"

Zou Chunmei hugged her stupid son and growled and cried.

After crying for a long time, she took out her mobile phone and said coldly:

"Son, you watch, my mother will definitely avenge you!"

After that, quickly press a series of fifteen digits on the dialing interface of the mobile phone to jump to a blank web page.

Then she entered a longer string of numbers, added face verification, and logged into a mysterious webpage with a black skull printed on it.

outside the house.

Chu Xionghui rubbed his temples and turned to ask the old Taoist priest.

"Taoist Master Baihe, look at Quanzi now..."

Bai Hezi stroked his beard and said, "I have just seen the strangeness of the young master carefully. It is because his soul has changed from a human to a dog."

"How could it be?! How could it be like this! Alas!"

Chu Xionghui's face was full of sorrow: "Then, is there any solution?"

Taoist Baihe pinched his sleeves and mused: "A human soul turns into a dog, which I have never seen before in my life.

I have only seen a few records in ancient books, but those are more like supernatural beings than real evil magic. "

"but……"

Taoist Bai He looked at Tianyun from a distance and said solemnly, "It's really scary that there is such an expert in evil arts next to the Ninth Prince."

"Yeah, I feel terrible too."

Chu Xionghui nodded, "The Ninth Prince has been showing mediocrity all this time. Who would have thought that... it was actually a false appearance? His mind is really deep enough. He has been hiding it for many years without knowing what his plans are."

Speaking of this, he sighed: "That woman doesn't understand anything. How could she know that the Daxia royal family seems to be weak and powerless, but in fact it is deep and cunning, and cannot be easily..."

At this time, Taoist Baihe suddenly said: "I have a way to save the young master."

"Oh?" Chu Xionghui's eyes lit up and he said eagerly, "Taoist priest, please tell me!"

"Yes." Taoist Bai He touched his beard, "Master, do you know that although warriors who train their bodies are the mainstream in this world, there are also ancient sects that specialize in the art of the soul, hidden in the deep mountains and old forests.

And the way to save the young master lies in that ancient sect. "

Chu Xionghui frowned and guessed:

"Oh, you mean...Da Luo Dao?!"