The black belly is too fierce

Chapter 18 Give the Prince a Big Gift

When Su Moliang heard the words, she was also interested, raised her brows, and hurriedly followed.

At this time, the sky was still dark, foggy, and not bright. Su Moliang, under the guidance of the little snake, quickly came to the remote suburbs.

There is a small forest on the outskirts, but there are no useful medicinal materials and spirit beasts in the forest, so few people come here.

Now, why did the little snake bring her here?

Su Moliang was puzzled, but when he thought that Xuanyan Silver Snake's hobby was treasure hunting, he couldn't help but guess.

Could it be that there are still treasures in this deserted forest?

Thinking of this, Su Moliang's spirit was shaken, and the wind was blowing under his feet, and the little snake was getting faster and faster.

The little snake almost traversed the entire forest, walked for a full hour, and stopped at the periphery of the forest.

Outside the forest, it was barren, with no vegetation, just a pile of scattered rocks, nothing special.

Fortunately, Su Moliang was more sensitive, and soon discovered that the rock was a little strange.

Just when Su Moliang was puzzled, the little snake had already crawled over and circled around the rock a few times. His big eyes flickered and he was extremely excited, as if he was showing off his credit.

Seeing this, Su Moliang affirmed the thoughts in his heart, walked over, removed a few stones, and immediately found an underground passage.

Su Moliang was overjoyed, squatted down, touched the little snake's head, and praised: "It seems that you are still useful, come with me and have a look."

When the words fell, Su Moliang took the little snake into his arms and carefully walked down the steps of the underground passage.

This step is a little long, and it took a long time to walk to the end, and the light became weaker and weaker at the back, and the torches on both sides of the stone wall illuminated the road.

Su Moliang went deeper and deeper along the narrow road. After walking for a while, he came to the bright hall.

Looking around, he was as calm as Su Moliang, and he couldn't help but open his mouth in surprise.

I saw several huge brown high cabinets placed above the wide hall.

The cabinet is actually full of weapons and martial arts, and with a glance, it is at the Middle Ordinary level casually, which is really shocking.

You must know that the Nansui Kingdom has always been short of materials, and it is amazing to have martial skills and weapons of the lower rank, let alone the middle rank.

However, in this place, there are actually several cabinets. It seems that the owner has a lot of background.

Su Moliang's heart was shocked, and her eyes were shining, but she felt a little pity in her heart: "There are so many treasures, I can't take them alone."

Just when Su Mo was thinking about it, the old man of Zhenjun said: "Girl, there is a space in the Evil Blood Cauldron, you can take all the things here."

Su Moliang had been addicted to alchemy before, but he didn't pay attention to the contents of the Evil Blood Cauldron. Now that he heard the words, his eyes flashed with surprise, and then he didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly searched all the martial skills and weapons into his own medicine cauldron space.

But at this moment, a group of men with fierce aura quickly came from behind the hall.

Su Moliang looked up, and looked up, and saw that there were about 50 men in this group, all of whom were at the level of senior spiritual masters, and the leader was even a junior earth spiritual master. Such a lineup, I am afraid that the entire Southern Sui Dynasty countries are rare.

Seeing that the treasures in the hall had been looted, the group of men gnashed their teeth in anger.

"Who are you and dare to trespass on the territory of His Royal Highness, are you tired of living!"

The fierce roar shook Su Moliang's heart gradually.

Unexpectedly, this is actually the prince's secret base, presumably the group of men in front of him should be the dead men he carefully cultivated.

Thinking of this, Su Moliang's pupils shrank slightly, looking at them with a bit of solemnity.

"Old Zhenjun, it is estimated that there will be a bloody battle this time." Su Moliang knew how powerful dozens of high-level spiritual masters and one junior earth spiritualist were, so now it's time to die, you will die if you die. level.

The old man's tone was also a little more serious, "Girl, although my strength is far less than before, I am still more than enough to deal with a group of spiritual masters, but I am an artifact spirit and cannot be transformed into a human form, I can only give you my power temporarily, but , you only have half a cup of tea to fight, otherwise your body won't be able to handle it with the help of external force."

When the words fell, the old man of Zhenjun didn't talk nonsense, and quickly passed on all his strength to Su Moliang.

Su Moliang only felt a tingling pain in his body, the pain was unbearable like a needle stick, but in order to survive, he couldn't care so much anymore.

"Let's go together, let's fight quickly, my time is precious!" Su Moliang said calmly, not at all caught by this group of fierce dead men.

Hearing such insulting words, the always arrogant dead soldiers all blushed with anger, and without saying a word, they swarmed up, and a strong murderous aura rushed towards them.

Su Moliang didn't want to waste his golden time, a flashing figure like a rainbow, shuttled through the crowd, and suddenly burst out with powerful spiritual power. Wherever he passed, many high-level spiritual masters were shocked and flew out, fell to the ground and vomited. Blood, breathless on the spot.

Everyone seemed to be forced by the aura of Su Moliang's whole body, and their hearts panicked, and the movements in their hands were full of loopholes. On the other hand, Su Moliang's flowing skills were strange and agile, but they were full of strength, and they killed a large number of people in a short time. .

Su Moliang's own martial arts and taekwondo skills combined with the strength of the old man of Zhenjun were simply invincible, and even the junior earth spiritists were losing ground.

No one could have imagined that the woman in front of her was clearly a high-level spiritual master, but such a level of strength would be beyond the reach of even their highnesses.

Su Moliang didn't give them any chance. With a set of sure-kill combos, the burst of spiritual power instantly burst into dazzling light.

Hearing a loud bang, all fifty dead soldiers were wiped out, and even the entire hall was blown out with a big hole.

At this time, Su Moliang stabilized his body, pressed his unbearable pain on his chest, and vomited, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Relying on external force is too exhausting, even someone like Su Moliang with a desolate and ancient spirit body can't handle it.

Su Moliang raised her eyes and glanced at the dilapidated hall, thinking of the bullying that His Highness the Crown Prince had done to her, and now she almost lost her life. This account, if you don't calculate it properly, isn't it too cheap for him.

Thinking of this, Su Moliang's eyes flashed a hint of gloom, and the corners of his lips suddenly rose, evoking a strange smile.

She took the torch from the wall and threw it to the cabinet, and a raging fire soon ignited, engulfing the entire secret room.

"Nan Jinghuan, I don't know if you like the big gift I gave you!" Su Moliang smiled coldly, turned his head and swept out of the secret room.

A few hours later, Nan Jinghuan, who was in the study of the Prince's Mansion, had a vivid expression like a bright oil painting. It was colorful and very beautiful.

"What did you say! The secret room was burned down?" Nan Jinghuan jumped up from his chair in horror.

(End of this chapter)