The princess is the ancestor of evil

Chapter 62 I think you are nasty

Wenku, "?"

What the hell has he come up with?

Gu Jinghong grabbed her sleeve, "I am your fiancé, so I can only feed you."

Wen Ku, "I think you're nasty."

Gu Jinghong looked innocent, "Is eating souls a dirty thing?"

Wen Ku, "..." You shouldn't have talked too much with this bastard.

She was too lazy to talk to Gu Jinghong anymore.

The shadow of the golden seal above the head almost shrouded the entire cliff, and the pressure was like a mountain toppling down.

Lan Xuanling waved her wings, but also felt it was difficult.

In a short while, I saw streaks of golden light full of runes hanging down from the golden seal. The golden light pierced through the evil spirit and punched a hole in Lan Xuanling's wings.

It lost its balance in an instant, flapped its wings and struggled twice, only to find that there seemed to be something pulling them down under the cliff.

Wen Ku frowned, she was holding a black gold stick in one hand, and her red clothes were flying all over her body, her wanton evil spirit was contending with those rune gold.

Standing beside her, Gu Jinghong saw another sharp golden light stabbing down from the top of his head.

No matter who she was before, her current strength alone is not enough to compete with this golden seal.

It was a piece of divine artifact from ancient times. After years of refinement, it was naturally a very powerful magical artifact.

This golden seal happens to be masculine, and it is very strong against yin.

That Bo Cong is not a fool, he came to Meiling Mountain after being well prepared.

As soon as the evil spirit touched the golden light, it was blown away in all directions.

Gu Jinghong immediately pulled Wen Ku into his arms. There was a wave of spiritual power on his fingers. Under the urging of the golden spiritual power, a small palm-sized cauldron flew to the top of their heads with a swipe. From a slap to a size big enough to cover even Lan Xuanling.

And the golden light that originally swept towards Wen Ku was blocked by him.

There was a burning pain in the back, and it was estimated that even the flesh of the belt had been shaved off.

He suppressed it and didn't even hum.

"Dang, clang, clang!" All the golden light hit the cauldron, making a deafening noise.

The powerful spiritual force shook the crowd almost to the point of being unable to stand.

The dazzling golden spiritual power almost lit up half of the night sky.

"That's... the divine continuation cauldron?" The monks stared at the giant cauldron that was about to sink into the abyss, feeling their souls trembling.

It was an indescribable oppressive force, and the legs seemed to be disobedient, and they just wanted to worship.

"How could the Divine Continuing Cauldron, which was auctioned off at Tianxiang Tower not long ago, appear here?"

Bo Cong didn't care about the footprints on his face, he looked coldly and walked a few more steps towards the edge of the cliff.

"Is there someone on Lan Xuanling's back?" Wen Xianyue also followed.

It's impossible for a bird to use the Divine Continuing Cauldron!

"Is it that mysterious rich local tyrant? He's here too!"

"The Young Palace Master was just caught by him..."

Before the monks finished speaking, they saw Bo Cong pushing the golden seal harder and harder.

He snorted coldly, "So what if there are people? Under my golden seal, it is absolutely impossible for anyone to live!"

"Boom!" As soon as the words fell, there was a continuous loud noise echoing in the abyss, and the surface of the Xushen cauldron was hit with grooves one after another.

It's just that those grooves quickly returned to their original appearance.

Bo Cong raised his chin, even with the sole prints on his face, he couldn't hide the arrogance of the Young Palace Master of Jinding Palace.

Lan Xuanling was injured, and although the Divine Continuing Cauldron held the golden seal, the pressure on the top of the head remained undiminished, and there was still a mysterious force under their feet pulling them down. Lan Xuanling swayed twice, and finally a Fell down.

Gu Jinghong still hugged Wen Ku, the rustling cold wind accompanied his voice into Wen Ku's ears, "Hold me tight."

Wen Ku, "I hug your ancestor!"

As soon as the words fell, he was beaten down with a stick.

From between the legs.

Gu Jinghong didn't know whether he could hold his ancestors or not, but it was true that this body almost lost his descendants.

When he landed, his posture was particularly distorted, the pain in his back and the sharp pain between his legs, other people would have bid farewell to this beautiful world long ago.

Surrounded by a dense miasma, mixed with the smell of rotting animal corpses, there is a swamp under his feet, and the slightest movement will sink him even deeper.

Miasma is different from evil spirit. Miasma is mainly condensed from the rotting corpses of animals and plants, and it is a poisonous gas.

The strong stench went straight into the nose, irritating the eyes.

Lan Xuanling's tears flowed from the smoke.

With one paw stuck in the mud, it moved its wings twice, and stared at Gu Jinghong.

If it weren't for this big villain, it wouldn't have fallen to this point, and the big master who killed it also fell.

There is a saying among the beasts in Meiling Mountain: Don't fall into the cliff of Meiling Mountain even if you die.

It would be better to die than to live.

Looking back, Wen Ku leaped down from the rock above while carrying her black gold stick.

Lan Xuanling immediately felt wronged.

Wen Ku took out a brown pill from his bosom and gave it to eat, and took one himself.

Gu Jinghong stood up straight, looked at her pitifully and helplessly, "I want to eat too."

Wen Ku said, "You are just a Nascent Soul, there is no need."

Gu Jinghong thought for a while, then took off the mask on his face, with tears in his eyes, "I need it!"

He is seriously injured now, and he really needs it.

Wen Ku, "..." Damn it, for a moment, she actually felt that he looked quite pitiful.

He reached out and took out another pill and stuffed it for him.

Strictly speaking, she is also considered an alchemist.

It's just that most of the pills she refines are poison pills. This pill has the effect of detoxifying all kinds of poisons. It should be okay to use it to deal with the miasma in this place.

Seeing that Wen Ku also gave Gu Jinghong the pill, Lan Xuanling's nostrils were smoking.

It waved its wings, rolled up the mud spots all over the ground, and threw them at Gu Jinghong's body.

However, that damned cultivator jumped out of the mud and arrived at the side of the great master in an instant.

Gu Jinghong leaned very close to Wen Ku, looking at the black gold stick in her hand, he suddenly felt a little familiar, he had seen a similar stick before.

"This abyss is strange, and the spiritual power seems to be imprisoned here." Gu Jinghong followed Wen Ku closely.

Wen Ku's complexion was not very good, in addition to the strong evil spirit, she also smelled blood, which seemed to be very close, but also seemed to be far away.

Whatever Gu Jinghong told her, she always said "um" in a perfunctory way.

It wasn't until he was annoyed by his questions that Wen Ku asked him back, "What are you doing in Meiling Mountain alone?"

Lan Xuanling, "Jiujiu!" He came to grab my Guoguo!

Gu Jinghong was silent for a moment, as if he had something to hide, and then he let out a long sigh, "I'm here to find the Vajra Beast."

Wenku, "?"

Gu Jinghong's ears turned slightly red, "You know, I'm not good at that, so I'm ordered by my father and mother to come here to find the blood of the Vajra Beast, in order to regain my glory."

Wen Ku, "..." I'm sorry, she really doesn't know what he's not good at.

(End of this chapter)