Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Chapter 728

"absurd!"

Uncle Bai shouted angrily with a cold face:

"Using the Dragon Burial Heaven as a test to select the next King of Lu is an inheritance passed down from generation to generation. How can it be changed just by changing it?"

"Besides, a handwritten letter..."

"Who can testify that it was really written by the prince himself?"

He was obviously in a hurry and forgot about the order of respect and inferiority, and even directly questioned what the princess said.

But this is also normal.

All the outstanding children and grandchildren have already entered the Dragon Burial Heaven. Even if King Lu is dying frequently at this time, he should not change the decision he has made.

Who knows if the re-elected successor ghost died in the dragon funeral.

This matter, no matter how you look at it, is not normal.

"That's the case." Lang Zhenghou stroked his beard with one hand, and said slowly:

"But the handwriting does have the aura of a prince, and it was written by the prince who killed Princess Yun, and no one else can do anything about it."

"It's fine if Cheng Tianhou wins in Dragon Burial."

"If not..."

He looked at Di Ku with deep meaning in his eyes:

"I'm afraid there will be trouble."

"Trouble?" Di Ku stood up with a cold face:

"The death fight in the dragon burial is witnessed by all uncles and ghost kings from all sides. I don't believe that it can be changed by just one person's words."

"Uncle San!"

He bowed his hands towards Langzheng Hou Zhengse, and said:

"I hope you will uphold justice!"

"Palace Master, you are being polite." Marquis Langzheng hurriedly stood up, stretched out his hand to support Di Ku, and said:

"This Marquis naturally follows the rules, but among the Marquises and Ghost Kings, there are many who have a close relationship with Princess Yun and Cheng Tianhou."

"If trouble breaks out, I'm afraid King Lu won't be able to bear it anymore!"

Foreign aggression is imminent, and King Lu is dead. If there is more internal fighting, no matter who wins or loses in the final result, it will be of no benefit to him.

At that time.

Fearing that King Lu is present or not is another matter.

At this time, Mo Qiu spoke slowly:

"What if Cheng Tianhou is not here?"

"Not here?"

Uncle Bai and Di Ku's expressions moved, Marquis Langzheng raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, the strange color in his eyes flashed away, and then he said without hesitation:

"Nevertheless, Master Hou is fine."

"call……"

Di Ku took a deep breath and said in a muffled voice:

"This matter is of great importance. The princess has such a heart. I am afraid that she has already picked up Cheng Tianhou and rushed to the Lu Palace. We need to arrive before him."

"Otherwise, I'm afraid I will lose the opportunity."

Once Cheng Tianhou takes the handwritten letter from King Lu and announces his succession to the throne in advance, those who don't know the truth at that time will definitely regard him as a grumpy and deliberately disturbing person.

"good."

Lang Zhenghou nodded:

"Palace Master, follow me to the palace first."

"Then convene the princes and ghost kings to discuss the matter together, and first establish the title of King Lu, and don't miss a big deal because of a woman."

Don't beg your eyes to move slightly.

It seems that this one is not angry with that princess's actions, or she has a bad relationship with Cheng Tianhou, and now she has completely taken refuge in Qifei Palace.

"good!"

Di Ku nodded:

"let's go!"

The plan was decided, and the three ghosts flew into the sky one after another, turning into four cold escaping lights, flying across the sky towards Lu Wang's mansion.

Leaving traces in the void.

Suddenly there was a dim light flickering.

Mo Qiu, who had already left, reappeared in the void, his eyes were cold, his body glowed with aura, and an invisible saber intent swirled spontaneously around his body.

Taking a closer look, he was slightly different at this time.

The breath is transparent and pure, as if there is no entity, the body will shake slightly when the wind blows, and you can almost see the back.

Nascent Soul!

Mo Qiu who appeared in mid-air was his Nascent Soul.

It is almost impossible for the monks who have just entered the Nascent Soul to separate the Nascent Soul from the body, but Mo Qiu can do it, even without hindrance.

"Zheng!"

Without a physical body, there are hundreds of knives.

The light of the saber trembled slightly, enveloping the whole body, and the Dao Jue of Yuanshenxin was running, and a wisp of the saber's light instantly crossed the sky and disappeared into the dark void.

…………

"Shua!"

Cheng Tianhou, Jiang Luxian, Qin Qingrong and other ghosts are flying towards Lu Wang's mansion by riding the dark wind.

Zonglongtian and his party.

Although they didn't lose many people, they failed to win the first place, and they gained even less, so naturally they couldn't speak with interest.

Especially Cheng Tianhou.

He has had conflicts with Di Ku since he was a child, and now seeing that Di Ku is about to get his wish and inherit the throne of King Lu, he feels even more aggrieved.

Waiting for Emperor Ku to become the King of Lu...

It is inevitable that he will be used to establish his prestige, and by then he will be close to death.

No!

It should be ten dead and no life.

"Lord Hou!"

Suddenly, a light flashed ahead, and a ghost quickly approached:

"Master Hou, you are back."

"Uncle Huai." Cheng Tianhou nodded to the ghost:

"Are you coming to pick me up?"

"Master Hou..." Uncle Huai has been with the princess for thousands of years, he is a master at observing words and expressions, and with a glance, he already understands:

"Master Hou, don't be discouraged. Even if Zanlongtian and his party fail to achieve great success, it's not like we have no chance of winning. The princess has already made up her mind."

"You're fine, that's fine."

"Have you made a plan?" Cheng Tianhou's eyes moved slightly, and the voice tape asked in doubt:

"Determining the candidate for the king of Lu based on the harvest of the dragon burial has been a rule for tens of thousands of years in the realm of the king of Lu. What else can the queen mother do?"

"I don't mind if I lose, but I just don't resent that Emperor Ku's son won. He will inevitably take revenge on our mother and son in the future."

"Is Qifei Palace Emperor Ku the winner?" Uncle Huai frowned, then shook his head:

"It doesn't matter, no matter who wins in the end, we will not lose. Lord Hou, follow me to see Mr. Luo, and we will go back to the palace together."

"Uncle is here!" Cheng Tianhou's eyes lit up:

"Where is he, quickly lead the way."

Lord Luo Heiye is a master of the underworld in King Lu's realm, powerful and powerful, he had a close relationship with King Lu, and he is also the elder brother of Princess Yun.

Cheng Tianhou is able to have what he is today, thanks to this uncle.

"yes."

Uncle Huai responded, stretched out his hand to lure him, and led the ghosts towards a distant mountain.

After a while.

An ingenious courtyard appeared in the perception of the ghosts. The courtyard stood on the top of the mountain, but it was more than three feet away from the ground.

It is impressively suspended in the air, and it is a large movable ghost weapon.

In the courtyard.

Flowers, plants and trees are all available, ghost servants walk among them, everything is in order, and it gives people an unknown sense of eerie terror.

The light fell on the backyard.

Inside the stone pavilion, a tall, stern-looking man stood with his hands behind his back, it was Lord Luo Heiye.

"uncle!"

Seeing the other party, Cheng Tianhou's face was filled with emotion, and he rushed to him:

"My son has seen my uncle!"

"Yeah." Heiye squeezed out a blunt smile on his cold face, stretched out his hand to caress Cheng Tianhou's head, and nodded slowly:

"It's fine, it's fine."

"Uncle." Cheng Tianhou's eyes turned red when he heard the words, and he took off his disguise in front of the other party, showing a rare childish gesture:

"It was me who was incompetent and failed to win."

"It's okay." Heiye narrowed her eyes and said in a cold voice:

"For this matter, your mother has anticipated it. Just in case, she has planned for a long time before you enter the Dragon Burying Heaven."

"Whether you succeed or not..."

"The position of King Lu cannot even fall into his ghost's hands."

"But." Cheng Tianhou raised his head and said:

"Using the harvest of the dragon burial to establish the position of King Lu is a rule passed down from generation to generation. My father has already opened his golden mouth, so what can mother do?"

"Hmph!" Heiye snorted softly:

"Your father is dead."

"died?"

"What!"

"How could this be?"

Hearing this, the faces of all the ghosts changed drastically.

Heiye did not change her face, and continued:

"Before King Lu died, he sent a handwritten letter asking you to take his place. This handwritten letter has been confirmed by several ghost kings."

"so……"

He looked at Cheng Tianhou and said word by word:

"You are the next King Lu!"

"I?"

Cheng Tianhou's complexion changed, he felt his heart beating faster, and the smoke from the ghost's body was rising and falling. It was obvious that he was in an extremely restless mood at this moment.

"No need to worry."

"There is no need to be afraid."

Heiye said in a muffled voice:

"With me and your mother here, you will be fine. It should be yours. No one can take it away, and you can't take it away."

As soon as he raised his voice, he burst into arrogance.

The prestige of the Lord Luo, who dominates one side, made the surroundings suddenly dark, and the ghosts stopped breathing, and subconsciously lowered their heads, not daring to look at each other.

Intermediate ghost king!

Qin Qingrong narrowed her eyes slightly:

'Furthermore, as a non-ordinary mid-level ghost king, Mr. Luo has a very secret relationship with King Lu, and his own strength is extraordinary. '

"yes!"

Cheng Tianhou came back to his senses, swept away the frustration in his heart, blushed and nodded heavily:

"What uncle said is that the position of king of Lu should be mine. That boy Di Ku is lucky for a while, how can he still be lucky for a lifetime?"

"Oh!" Heiye raised her eyebrows slightly:

"Did Qi Feigong win?"

"Indeed..."

"Unexpected."

I don't know what he thought of, his complexion was slightly gloomy, and his brows were slightly frowned, and he came back to his senses in a flash, waved and said:

"No matter who it is, you can't stand in front of you, and follow me back to King Lu's mansion, and take the position of King Lu first."

"yes."

Cheng Tianhou should be, just about to speak, his complexion suddenly changed.

"who?"

Qin Qingrong's pretty face turned cold, and she suddenly let out a low cry, and a flash of sword light pierced the stone pavilion, like a sky-piercing lightsaber, piercing straight into the void.

"Ding……"

A crisp collision sound resounded in the air, the sword light collapsed at the touch, and a phantom flashed, and then fled to the distance.

"Want to escape?"

Qin Qingrong snorted coldly, her delicate body swayed, and the secret method of the ancestral temple was cast, and it instantly turned into a white mark across the sky, chasing after the phantom.

"Don't!"

Lord Luo Heiye frowned, stretched out his hand and said:

"Poor Koumo..."

Nothing.

The speed of his speech was far inferior to that of Qin Qingrong's hands. Before the words fell, the two rays of light had already moved away one after the other.

"Why!"

Heiye shook his head helplessly, looked at the field, and then said:

"Wait here for a while, I will come as soon as I go."

"yes."

The ghosts should be.

Heiye waved her long sleeve lightly, and the ghost image dispersed like a cloud of smoke, and reappeared tens of miles away, a few flashes were beyond the perception range of the ghost king.

Although Qin Qingrong has just advanced to the rank of ghost king not long ago, but because of a fight with Mo Qiushen, he was blessed by the third generation, so his background is not low.

Dunguang went all out, but Heiye couldn't catch up for a while.

After a while.

Qin Qingrong stopped in a dark ghost area, looked around, and let out a soft snort.

"Saint."

Heiye fled to the front and said slowly:

"The ghost is gone?"

"Um."

Qin Qingrong nodded:

"He ran away very quickly, and suddenly disappeared."

"Sudden……"

Heiye was taken aback for a moment, and then his expression changed suddenly:

"not good!"