Demon King Lingzhihuang is the best in the world

Chapter 73 Scrolls
"Unless what?" The euphoria that had just risen suddenly plummeted.

"Unless someone is willing to sell their body and soul for evil spirits to live in, but probably no one would do that." Xiaolan said to himself.

Zhao Erdong shook his head, "Little lazy, the human world is very complicated. Some people, in order to achieve their goals, what is it to sell their souls and bodies?" Looking at the distance where the evil spirits had disappeared, she couldn't help but sigh, "This may be a catastrophe." .”

There was no more movement in the wooden house, and she and Xiaolan finally entered the house.

There is a table, a chair, and a bed. On the bed is a white bone. There is a wooden frame in the corner, and a few scrolls are scattered on the frame.

"Look here." Xiaolan pointed to the wooden door, there were many strange lines engraved on it, which looked like runes and Dao lines, but he couldn't tell what it was.

"It seems that this is the nemesis of the dark evil spirit."

Zhao Erdong stepped close to the bed, and saw that the white bones were as moist as jade, he must be a peerless master of the time, but unfortunately, they could not withstand the torrent of time in the end.

Little Lazy jumped up and down in the wooden house, and finally stopped on the scroll on the wooden frame.

"Master, the scroll here must be a secret method left by the predecessors. I can feel that there is a powerful soul imprint on this scroll."

Zhao Erdong walked quickly to the wooden frame and took the scroll that Xiaolan said.

The dust is thick and rough to the touch. She is very curious about what kind of material it is, and it can be preserved for hundreds of thousands of years.

It looks like a very ordinary sheepskin, but it is softer and more resilient than sheepskin. It may be the hide of some kind of high-grade spirit beast.

The scroll was blank without any writing, but when her eyes looked at the blank scroll, a strange feeling hit her soul. If her soul was not strong enough, she would be seriously injured by this force.

She closed her eyes, sensing this strange energy, the soul and the power of the soul confronted head-on, she clenched her silver teeth, controlling her inherently powerful soul.

Although the opponent is strong, it is only a wisp of remnant soul. After several rounds of confrontation, Zhao Erdong finally gained the upper hand. Every time she defeated a wisp of remnant soul, she took it for her own use to strengthen her own soul.

After she subdued all the remnant souls of the sealed scroll, two hours had passed, Xiaolan had already grown impatient with waiting, and fell asleep on the side.

Without the seal of the remnant soul, a ray of light suddenly shot out from the center of the blank scroll, which instantly hid between Zhao Erdong's eyebrows, and waves of information flooded into her brain, causing her to have a splitting headache, and she hugged her head on the ground roll over.

Xiaolan was awakened, and looked at Zhao Erdong who was rolling all over the floor, not knowing what to do.

Zhao Erdong passed out while rolling, and Xiaolan slapped and scratched her vigorously, but couldn't wake her up. "Master, you were swallowed by that remnant soul, right?"

A gleam of light came from the holy ring on his ring finger, and he walked out slowly, as if he had come dressed in moonlight, elegant and dignified.

"My lord, my master..." Xiaolan lowered her head, not daring to look at him, she said she would protect her, but it turned out. . .

"She's fine. You have to pay a price for such a great opportunity." The man looked at her with a hint of admiration in his eyes. This girl seemed to be tougher than he imagined.

He knelt down and held her hand, the tentacles were warm and cool, the skin was delicate and white, as if without bones, a strange feeling rose from the bottom of his heart, it turned out that the touch of a woman's hand was like this.

(End of this chapter)