Immortal Voices

Rong Xian reached out to take Mu Lingzhu, hesitated, took the snake out of his sleeve, and slowly said, "Xiao Jin, he is optimistic about your grandma."

She said, despite the fact that the snake was still asleep, she couldn't hear it at all, and stuffed the snake directly into the wooden spirit beads.

Akin: "..."

After recovering Mu Lingzhu, she lay back on the bed.

Rong Xian's eyes are as deep as a cold lake, and his look is as calm as an ancient well.

She had just wanted to send the eldest sword prince who inherited her blood to the pool of good fortune, but stopped when she was about to move.

It wasn't that something unexpected happened, but that she couldn't trust the creation pool.

Yes, Rong Xian is not only careful, but suspicious.

Everyone knows the nature pool. For countless years, no one knows if anyone has studied the nature pool, and then they will manipulate the nature pool.

Will anyone with intentions lift the ban on the Good Fortune Pool, take away the blood they need to contain the person they are trying to do, or directly manipulate the children born in the Good Fortune Pool.

There is too much uncertainty in Rong Xian's heart, so she uses a drop of ordinary blood to create a substitute in the forged pool, and this substitute appears only to cope with her doubts.

If there is really a problem with the chemical pool, and the child born from this drop of blood is also controlled, it would be better.

She had deprived her of her bloodline at the beginning of the child's birth, and no matter how she grew up, she was in her control.

What's more, if someone used that child to coerce her--

Rong Xian narrowed his eyes with interest, and then the chicken was beaten.

She must kill the child first, and then teach the rats in the dark to be human.

She didn't want to be threatened by anyone, and no one was qualified to threaten her. Rong Xian didn't allow herself to fall into such a wolf situation!

As for the child's innocence or innocence, Rong Xian sneered, it was not the bloodline that she hoped to appear.

Just like in Xiaoqianjie, Shen Jiu stayed with her as a container for the blood of the Emperor of the Sword Emperor, and the child was just a matter of her casual arrangement.

In addition to Rong Yu's children, the children of the Rong family only have the future Crown Prince.

Whether it is Tongzhou or Fu Yuhuang, or the second prince who may pinch out to protect the grand prince in the future, it is a blind eye.

What Rong Xian is best at is preparing for the rain, preferring to think more, even if it turns out that she thinks she has done too much useless work, it is better than accidents that caught her off guard.

If she really thinks too much, she would also give him the honor of a lifetime in that child in the Good Fortune Pool.

Alas, this is a bit far away.

It's too early for a child to be born.

Rong Xian's eyes narrowed slightly, the prohibition surrounded by the palace disappeared silently.

She rubbed her aching head, and suddenly her body became rigid.

She was faintly aware of a terrible problem.

The same good fortune pool helps many monks to conceive children at the same time. This is like a woman giving birth to many monks. In this way, Rong Xian only feels that she has not put the eldest prince in it.

Rong Xian: "..."

Furthermore, it's okay without a partner. As long as the child is in his own blood, he will not care.

But those who have a companion let the natural pool help to conceive a child, who is that child?

I always feel that the monks in Zhongqianjie are covered with green clouds.

If you think about it, Rong Xian sends out a meaningful syllable: "—— 唔."

She put up with it, but still couldn't hold back her emotions, "Now Zhongzhongjie is really green."

Fortunately, no one knows what Rong Xian is thinking, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to look directly into the pool of fortune.

And those monks who have bred children with good fortune will be very embarrassed, and those who are late to be bred by good fortune will be embarrassed. I wonder if they will call for good father.

Ah no, you should call your mother.

Well, I don't know who will be more embarrassed in the end.

Rong Xian braced her head and pouted, "A single pool of good fortune can support a world."

But after she smiled, Rong Xian's expression became subtle, because she remembered that she also gave a drop of blood to the good fortune pool.

The matter of finding a green hat for herself tangled her.

Of course, Rong Xian didn't struggle for a long time. The injury on her soul broke out and her head hurt again. The relaxed mood just now disappeared.

Looking at the sky, it was another hour before the dinner time.

Rong Xian frowned slightly, she could not go in this weak posture.

She lay on her side with her head resting on her head with one hand, her eyes closed slightly, and her spirit sank into her consciousness.

In the space of consciousness, the small sword exudes a burning glow suspended in midair.

She lowered her head and glanced at her dim spirit, and snorted, feeling that this artifact could not be used at will.

Fortunately, her previous cultivation has been improved a lot, otherwise this time backlash will definitely be stronger.

Rong Xian turned into a streamer and flew into the small sword. He came to this empty and silent world, and the lone stone monument still stood.

Rong Xian glanced casually at the stele, his palms were flat, and Jin Lingzhu, Shui Lingzhu and Mu Lingzhu were suspended above his palm.

She stretched out her hand and scratched it over the three spirit beads, and the power of the heavenly power that was intercepted during the sacrifice of heaven turned into an eye and appeared above her head.

Even if it was only a trace of strength, when Rong Xian looked directly into this eye, he still had a humble feeling.

This is order, rules, and immense power.

Rong Xian waited for a while, but found nothing strange, so it was certain that the small sword donated by the emperor really created a space of its own, which could isolate the heaven.

The corners of Rong Xian's mouth were slightly tilted, and he no longer had scruples, and began to refine his eyes directly on the spot.

Xu is the reason for doing the Tao, and Rong Xian's refining the strength of this Tao is extremely smooth.

After the refining was completed, this eye flew into Rong Xian's eyebrows quickly.

Rong Xian froze slightly, and then turned into a water mirror, which reflected her spirit.

There was a purple mark on her eyebrow, which looked like a red mark accidentally scratched.

Ke Rongxian knew that this was not a simple red mark, it was a small heavenly eye with the power of heavenly power.

Rong Xian waved his hand, and the water mirror dispersed.

As soon as she was at ease, she had returned to her body.

Above the dragon bed, Rong Xian opened her eyes, a flash of purple gas flashed in her eyes.

She sensed it carefully, and found that the power of refining did not cause the idea of ​​heaven, so she was completely relieved, but the power did not help her to alleviate the soul injury as she wanted.

Rong Xian braced his head and sighed: "It seems that we have to go to the small world to heal."

However, she was particularly interested in the small sword that led to the small world. When her eldest prince grew up and recovered her memory, she could still ask.

Rong Xian thought of this, with a smile on his lips, and the spirit regained his consciousness and flew into the small sword.

She came to the stele, palms swept over it, and a door to space slowly opened.

As soon as Rong Xian stepped up, he went in.