Alluring Poisonous Consort: Overwhelms the Demonic King

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After getting the soul of Yun Qingge, Feng Duwu hurried back to Langya Mountain, and the poison was set aside. She immediately went to read the classics left by Qian Xue. She remembered a book dedicated to various methods to reshape her body. It took a bit of effort to find the quotation entitled "The Return of the Souls". She did not eat or drink, and turned over the entire book in a single word, but she was disappointed to find that there was no cloud at all. In the case of Song, there is no record of how to cultivate faster if the spirit is attached to the flowers.

She did not have much hope at first, because the practitioners knew that attaching to flowers and plants, especially those without any spiritual roots, was to confine their souls to a place where there would be no sun, and let the wind and rain Hit and let trampled creatures trample on. Proud practitioners, if they cannot find a suitable host, would rather dissipate between heaven and earth than accept such torture. In addition, Yun Qingge's situation is much more complicated now, because he has not yet cultivated the divine realm, he has not cultivated the Yuanshen, and the spirit is so weak that he is scarcely there. In addition, he is now attached to a wild grass with no aura. If you want to reshape your body, you will be laughed at when you say it.

But Rao is so. Feng Duwu doesn't want to give up. She believes that even if the chance is slim, like a needle in a haystack, she will ride the wind and waves to find a way to crack it!

"Mother-in-law, he is the old friend who gave his life for you?" The little prince looked at the mother-in-law who was flicking through the classics and knew that the mother-in-law was thinking about this person. Although her jealousy went crazy, she still did not show come out.

"Baby, he is his mother's brother. You will call him Uncle Yun in the future." Feng Duwu looked at his well-behaved son, reached out and touched his cold eggshell, and Feng's eyes flowed softly.

"Mother-in-law, the weed he has had no spiritual roots, and he can't reshape his body at all." The little prince looked at his mother with the bright eyes of Feng Ling in the water.

"Is there really no way?" Feng Duwu has been forcing the confidence that she has established, and she began to shake in her son's voice. The shake was only a moment. She looked firmly at the little prince, "As long as there is a heart in this world, there is no impossible No matter what, the mother-in-law will not give up. "

"Mother-in-law, he can't cultivate, he can only grow by external forces to sustain his life, unless you strip his spirit from the grass." The little prince danced to Feng Duwu, "but his spirit is too weak to bear any trace. If the external force is forcibly stripped, he will only lose his spirit. "

"Are you trying to persuade your mother to give up?" I have to say that the words of the little prince made Feng Duwu extremely weak. She knew that the little prince had the inheritance of the dragon tribe. He knew much more than her mother.

"My dear, you really want to save you, at all costs?" The little prince looked at her mother with fixed eyes.

Feng Duwu looked down at his son's clear and light eyes, and said softly, "Baby, your Uncle Yun is only for his mother-in-law. This is what the mother-in-law owes him, and the mother-in-law must return."

"Since it was the debt owed by the mother-in-law, the baby also has a chance to repay the mother-in-law." The little Prince's voice was still soft and waxy, but her tone was extremely firm. "Mother-in-law, I can change its essence and bring this strain Weeds wash their muscles and give them spiritual roots, while also strengthening his soul. "

"Really?" Feng Duwu's eyes brightened, but soon she calmed down, and she looked at the little prince worriedly. "Can you interfere?"

"My dear, children do not want to deceive you." The little Prince said frankly, "Under the world, only children can do it. The Shenlongs are nourished by the dragon spirit in the eggshell before the shell is broken. Only In order for the dragon spirit to wash away the waste, the child consumes the dragon spirit and will delay growth. "

"Delayed growth?" Feng Duwu shook her head. "My mother doesn't allow you to hurt yourself. You are both your mother and you, and your mother doesn't want any of you to be hurt."

"My dear, the baby will be fine." The little prince persuaded his mother softly. "He is so weak now that Xiao Bai can nourish him at all. If he doesn't change the weeds again, it won't be long before he will really die."

If it wasn't for how long Yun Qingge's spirit wouldn't be able to become alive, he wouldn't have made such a sacrifice and let go of the dragon spirit. His cultivation would be greatly reduced. Second, the day he broke the shell would be distant. Postponed, to break the shell smoothly, you must get the chance. And he can't stay inside the eggshell forever. Before the elemental force in the eggshell has not deteriorated, he must break the shell, otherwise he will be choked to death in the eggshell. But all this is trivial compared to the sadness of the mother. And he didn't want anyone to be more in his mother's heart than him!

"No," she said, as she was reluctant. "You don't have to deceive me."

"My dear, my son has no deceit. If you don't let your son wash his muscles for five days, he will be weak again." The little prince said seriously.

"My mother is a little tired and wants to rest. Go play with the bones." Feng Duwu was very confused. She believed in the words of the little prince, but she couldn't let her son take risks.

"Master ..." When the bone heard Feng Duwu's words, he couldn't help mourning.

He didn't want to play with His Highness, because every time he was played by His Highness!

"My dear, you will change your mind." The little prince left only this sentence, and wrapped up the bones of the crying face with Yuanli.

The little prince was suffocated by his mother, and the poor bone made another sandbag.

There were no five days, just three days. Feng Duwu understood why the little prince was so determined that she would change her mind, because on the third day, the weed to which Yun Qingge was attached seemed to be withered, and the edges of the original green grass were glowing. The thorny withered yellow color, the phoenix dance alone panicked.

"Master, to save the seventh son of Yun, only His Royal Highness' method, and only His Highness to save the seventh son of the world." Even the bones had to say to Feng Duwu again.

He is the purest blood of ancient unicorns, and he also has the legacy of unicorns. He is telling the truth. Such a situation as Yun Qingge is also just lucky for him to meet His Royal Highness who is still in the egg shell. The dragon spirit in the shell broke out of the shell, and Yun Qingge had only a dead end.

"You tell me honestly, without Dragon Spirit, what would he do?" Intuitively told Feng Duwu's son to hide something from her.

The bone suddenly felt a cool part of the neck. Although the little prince was not in the space, he felt that the little prince's eyes were staring at him where he could not see. If he dared to say one more word, he would probably not want to see it again. Tomorrow's sunrise.

So he said, "Your Highness has not deceived you."