Becoming the Villainess: I Reign Over the Cultivators’ Realm With My Wok!

  The other palace people didn't understand, but Xiao Liuzi cherished the scroll very much. He didn't even dare to wipe the dust on it himself, for fear of accidentally breaking the scroll.

  After the prince took the scroll, he carefully brushed off the dust and looked at Yanluan.

  Yanluan's heart skipped a beat, as if some important matter was about to be handed over to her.

"Please take this scroll and go to Lingyun Mountain to find Daoist Lingxu, and ask him to come and save people." After the prince finished speaking, he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, his body immediately began to feel weak, and he needed to stretch out his hands to support his body. Can sit still.

  Yan Luan took the scroll in surprise: "Master Ling Xu?! His Royal Highness the Crown Prince actually made friends with such a person?"

   This Daoist Lingxu is well-known in the capital. She is a top figure among casual cultivators. Her cultivation level is unknown, but according to the crown prince, she should be comparable to that Yuyan.

The prince was able to get acquainted with this person because when he was a child, when he went to the temple with the same name as the mountain on Lingyun Mountain with his mother, he was suddenly asked by Taoist Lingxu, who was rarely seen in the legend, to have a one-on-one communication. In the small black room where he couldn't see the surrounding scene clearly, Daoist Ling Xu handed him the scroll and told him that if he wanted anything, he could bring this scroll to her.

  After the prince fell ill, he actually thought of finding her many times, but he also believed that birth, old age, sickness and death are normal human beings, and this illness might be his fate, and Daoist Lingxu might not be able to help him.

  This time, knowing that the second prince and Chen Muxue were in danger, the prince used this favor without hesitation. After all, a large part of it was due to him.

   Without him, Chen Muxue and his party would not have entered the palace from the very beginning...

  The prince felt a little weak and couldn't hold it anymore. He lay down slowly, and when he saw Yanluan put up the scroll and walked out, he slowly closed his eyes.

  The palace people who had been kneeling for a long time didn't know what was going on with the prince for a moment, they all raised their eyes to peek, seeing that the prince was closed, they even doubted whether the prince was dead or alive at the moment.

   After observing for a long time, I found that the prince's chest was rising and falling slightly and soothingly. He might have fallen asleep. The palace people looked at each other in blank dismay, looked around, and began to get up by themselves one after another.

  Many palace officials who were informers retreated quietly.

  In the Hall of Mental Cultivation, after the sudden shock of unusually violent spiritual power, Yu Yan looked at the emperor in amazement, stretched out his hand and pinched a few tricks, and temporarily stabilized the emperor's breathing.

  The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and Chen Muxue stood in it. I don't know if it was an illusion, but everyone always felt that her figure at this moment was extraordinarily tall and straight.

"Oh?" Yuyan was a little surprised when he saw Chen Muxue clearly, but soon he recovered his smile, "I'm curious, I didn't expect that you, an ordinary girl, not only have white dragon scales, Is there anything stronger... Then, do you want to tell this seat yourself, what is it?"

   Cen Li followed the movements of his hands, his pupils shrank slightly, and he hurriedly ran to Chen Muxue: "Get out of the way!"

   Before he got close, Cen Lizhui was pushed away by a burst of black air.

  Black air? !

   Everyone's pupils shrank sharply.

   "'My Seat'? What are you?" Chen Muxue spoke slowly, but her tone was different from before. She used to be quite sculpted with the smell of a big stubble in the Northeast, but now she became extraordinarily cold and cold.

  Yu Yan let out a "heh": "It seems that I want to dig it myself."

  As soon as the move was made, the aura in the room changed its look, the direction of the natural air flow was completely disordered, and there was a buzzing sound in everyone's ears, and there was a faint dragon roar passing through!

   "Dragon Biting Palm?!" Lin Qing's exclamation seemed very far away in the distorted air.