svetikya Chapter 132
Chapter 132
Inside the magnificent palace.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak..."
The precious and gorgeous black bird screamed and exploded into a ball of blood mist.
The gloomy young man's face became colder and colder, and he slowly shook off the blood on his hands.
"Good, very good... It seems that I underestimated my brother."
"It's a pity that death is not temporary, and what awaits him will be endless pain."
"My good brother... Why do you resist? Isn't it better to accept the quick death I grant you?"
Others were servile and silent.
The man in black robe said cautiously: "Master, do we need to send more people..."
The young man said: "We can't kill him! Someone is watching from above! This matter can only happen once, let him live for another two years!"
"Oh, I want to see what my arrogant and foolish brother can achieve after a year."
He waved his hand, "That guy can be crushed to death easily, don't worry about it, what really needs to be taken seriously are my brothers."
"You pay attention, report their situation at any time."
"Yes!"
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From the Demon God Temple to the west.
Outside the pass.
It was night.
Mo Xie and Feng Qingcheng rushed for a day and found a place to rest.
The bonfire was jumping.
A delicious and juicy pheasant was roasted on the fire, splashing fragrant fat.
Mo Xie sat comfortably on the ground, flipping the beast's legs, "Aren't you tired standing there?"
Feng Qingcheng stood aside with her hands behind her back, looking up at the night sky, her long black hair hanging down leisurely.
The night breeze made her phoenix skirt flutter.
She said lightly: "It's not worthy of a cultivator to be so out of control."
Mo Xie shook her head and smiled, raised the roasted chicken that was roasted to golden yellow, "Do you want to eat?"
Feng Qingcheng frowned and said: "Mundane food is just to satisfy the desire for food, how can people of our generation who practice cultivation..."
"Stop, stop... Forget it, don't talk about these big principles."
Mo Xie hurriedly stopped, shook his head and said: "I'm just an ordinary person, and I just like these desires for food!"
Pah!
Pushing the wine gourd away.
He took a mouthful of beast meat and a mouthful of spiritual wine, and ate it happily, "Great!"
Baji Baji...
The place was filled with the sound of Mo Xie eating heartily.
Feng Qingcheng frowned slightly and withdrew her eyes from the night sky.
After a moment of silence, she said: "Hey, let me ask you a question!"
"First, I don't say hello..."
Mo Xie ate the wine and meat, and said vaguely: "Speak."
Feng Qingcheng said: "Why do you have a dragon soul?"
"I think your question is a bit too ambiguous. After all, this is a big secret of mine..."
Feng Qingcheng's face turned cold.
Mo Xie drank a mouthful of fine wine and continued: "But you have done me a favor, so I naturally can't hide any secrets from you!"
Feng Qingcheng's face lightened up a little, and she thought to herself: It seems that the "Heart-to-Heart Art" still works on him.
Mo Xie said in a low voice:
"It was a dark and windy night, and I was looking at the stars outside."
"Just then, I saw nine dragons pulling a coffin flying across the night sky..."
Feng Qingcheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and she whispered: "Nine dragons pulling a coffin?!"
"Yes, nine dragons pulling a coffin!"
Mo Xie drank a mouthful of fine wine, and said in a deep voice: "Even such a strange phenomenon was encountered by me, and at that time I felt that I had the talent of the emperor..."
Feng Qingcheng frowned and said coldly: "Speak to the point!"
"Oh..." Mo Xie nodded and said: "The point is that I suddenly fainted, and when I woke up, I found that a dragon soul was entrenched in my mind."
"That's it..."
His serious and solemn demeanor disappeared, and he returned to his usual frivolous laziness, "Really, if the storytelling is all about the point, what fun is there?"
Feng Qingcheng ignored his complaints.
Looking at the night sky with flickering eyes, he fell into silence, not knowing what he was thinking.
"I'm just making it up, just let your imagination run wild..."
Mo Xie shook his head and smiled, enjoying the quietness.
While eating meat and drinking, he admired the woman who was thinking under the moon.
To be honest,
This Feng Qingcheng is really very beautiful.
Not only is her stunning face, but she also has a kind of arrogant aura that is rare for ordinary women.
Rather than calling her a queen, it would be more appropriate to call her a queen!
If some fat guys saw this, they might cry and prostrate themselves on the ground: I am a flexible dog in the mountains...
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"Nine dragons pulling a coffin..."
"Could he really be the one in the rumors of my clan..."
"But even if so, there would never be such a huge phenomenon as the 'Nine Dragons'."
Feng Qingcheng meditated for a while, but couldn't think of a clue.
Turning back, she saw Mo Xie's blinking eyes looking at her.Her heart skipped a beat, and she asked in a cold voice: "What are you looking at?"
Mo Xie smacked her lips and said casually: "What other beautiful scenery can there be in the demon world? Of course, it is looking at you!"
"Haha, you are so slick..."
Feng Qingcheng sneered, indicating that she was not interested.
"Let me ask you another question..."
"Tell me everything you know."
Feng Qingcheng said: "Even if you accidentally obtained the dragon soul, how can you know that... the 'dragon and phoenix intercourse'?"
Her phoenix eyes looked at Mo Xie motionlessly.
"Dragon and Phoenix Intercourse Secret?"
Mo Xie's expression remained unchanged, and she said with a smile: "I don't know either. After obtaining the dragon soul, many methods seemed to be engraved in my mind, and your so-called Dragon and Phoenix Intercourse Secret is one of them."
Feng Qingcheng did not comment, and sneered: "You are indeed a mean person, using such a mean method."
Mo Xie smiled bitterly: "Sister, what you said is so unreasonable! You were about to plant a slave mark on me at that time, and you didn't allow me to resist?"
Seeing Mo Xie's miserable expression,
Feng Qingcheng couldn't help but feel a little sorry in her heart, but she shook her head to dispel it the next second.
"Hmph, if it weren't for the fact that the dragon and the phoenix are of the same origin, I would have killed you long ago with your mean behavior!"
Feng Qingcheng waved her sleeves, jumped, and landed on the top of the tree, "Don't bother me!"
She was seen to draw the power of the moonlight and concentrate on practicing.
"Absorbing moonlight to cultivate... It's really a demon clan."
Mo Xie thought in his heart.
However,
The Xuan Yang and Xuan Yue in the demon world are different from those in the outside world. The sun and moon power contained in them are much thinner.
"I really don't know why she came to the demon world with such talent..."
Mo Xie was puzzled.
Although the demon clan's kingdom [Wan Yao Kingdom] has declined, a demon clan disciple with a big family and high talent like hers is still very popular!
Why come to this cruel demon world?
"I don't understand..."
Mo Xie shook his head and retracted his gaze.
He concentrated on eating and drinking.
But his mood was heavy.
There were nine legitimate sons in Mo Xie's family, and he was the youngest ninth son.
When the nine sons of the Mo family were twelve or thirteen years old, they were sent out to develop and cultivate in the demon world on their own.
Therefore, his family has never produced any second-generation ancestor fools.
But the price is... the casualty rate is a bit high.
And Mo Xie was secretly sent to the Demon God Temple six years ago.
—— Because he had a good talent for cultivation since he was a child, his elders chose him to join the "sect power cultivation" path.
"It seems that my fame in the Demon Dao Competition has allowed some people to find out my identity..."
Mo Xie knew that his future cultivation path would not be so smooth.
It has been nine years since the first son of the Mo family left.
After nine years,
All the sons of the Mo family who are away will return to the family to participate in the "Nine Sons Fighting for Succession" competition.
The winner is the king, the loser is a slave, and those who are eliminated early... the end is death!
Now there is only more than a year left for Mo Xie.
"Then I have to compete with you!"
"I hope that my unpopular son can give you a big surprise!"
A faint light flashed in Mo Xie's eyes.
Since you want to participate in the 'Nine Sons Competition', you need to prepare a lot of things.
The two most important things are - first, your own strength; second, get the support of the big forces.
Your own strength includes personal cultivation and the forces you have formed.
The support of the big forces refers to the positions of the various forces of the Demonic Path on the nine princes.
"My strength is still good, but I don't have any forces yet, and I have obtained the support of the big forces of the Demon God Temple."
"But my brothers are not easy to deal with, this is far from enough!"
Mo Xie calculated and secretly made a plan for more than a year in her heart.
Improve your own cultivation;
Build your own forces;
And the most important thing is to win the support of powerful forces.
"Time is very tight... But this is the only way to be challenging."
"After all, the villain is not the protagonist, and he has to go through more storms..."
Mo Xie laughed at himself.
Throw away the last bone and take a long sip of wine.
Putting away the wine gourd, just as he was preparing to practice,
he found that the Xuantianlu was flashing and making a clear sound.
He took it out and looked at it.
Mo Xie smiled slightly, showing an interesting expression.
It was a message from his awesome "mysterious netizen" Bingxian Da Lao...
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PS. Good night everyone, have a happy weekend~