This evil king is a little annoying

Chapter 503 Human Books

"The spiritual power contained in the spirit stone is astonishing. If it is a high-grade spirit stone, you two will be able to reach Yuanying in a short time!"

Su Qiqi was stunned, such a good thing?

Moreover, Zi Tong actually successfully stepped into the Immortal Gate, which means that Nangong Sheng has a chance of survival.

At this time Su Qiqi suddenly felt her hand being held, looked up and found that it was Young Master Yu.

And Young Master Yu's eyes were flashing with excitement. Obviously, at this moment, Young Master Yu was no less happy than himself when he learned that Zitong and Nan Gongsheng had entered the fairy gate.

"Xiaozhu, you lead the way, let's pick up the spirit stones, whoever dares to stop us, you trample him to death!" Yu Yi, the son, was delighted, and returned to his playful and unrestrained appearance. The brilliance in his eyes made people feel happy when they saw it.

Xiaozhu rolled his eyes at Young Master Yu: "Bah, if you still want to marry my master, let this immortal be a contracted beast for everything, you are still not a man!"

"Look at your prestige a few days ago, you don't need it for nothing, your spiritual power will rust if you don't use it for a long time." Young Master Yu took it for granted.

"You prepare a hundred chickens first, and I will take you on the road."

Young Master Yu thought that this kind of good thing might not only be noticed by Xiaozhu, the sooner the better, the sooner he agreed, "Okay, just a hundred chickens, we will be on the road in an hour."

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Birds chirped and the flowers were fragrant, strange birds and beasts ran among the flowers, and a beautiful woman was seriously injured and lay on some flowers.

The black clothes on his body were already ragged, and his fair skin was covered with scars, but his right hand was tightly placed on his chest, protecting a yellow soul-absorbing talisman.

The eyes were closed, the pupils moved slightly, and tears fell from the corners of the eyes.

The flower covered by the woman's left hand slowly unfolds its petals, and water drops fall on the petals.

In the world.

Shi Qing, who watched Zi Tong step onto the cloud ladder and stepped into the Immortal Gate through heavy calamities, received a great blow in his heart.

A cursed ghost went over the cloud ladder like this!

As for myself, after 700 years of practice, I have not been able to advance a step, let alone reach the cultivation base of passing the ladder.

Shi Qing's stooped body kept shaking.

Looking at the immortal gate that was slowly closing, I was very unwilling, and the wrinkled face was twisted together, very painful.

But he sighed helplessly and walked back down the mountain.

When he reached the foot of the mountain, Shi Qing found himself standing in front of a disciple with a proud expression and wearing a distinctive black Taoist robe.

With short and sturdy hair, arrogant eyes, and a straight nose, he looks like a rebellious person.

"Master, I am disciple Mu Huangxing, may I ask you something."

This man is obviously the son of the Mu family, Mu Huangxing.

"What's the matter?" Shi Qing asked after looking at Mu Huangxing.

"My sister has been persecuted by traitors and has nowhere to hide. I hope to get your protection." Mu Huangxing said calmly.

"We Kunshan don't interfere in the affairs of the five countries. Your sister is Mu Xinyue. Don't think that I am in retreat. I don't know anything about the outside world. It is impossible for your sister to enter my Kunshan."

Mu Huangxing reached into his clothes, took out a thin layer of skin, handed it to Shi Qing, and said, "My younger sister has been resisting staying by Yu Wengu's side to get these."

Shi Qing took the thing Mu Huangxing handed over suspiciously, shook it in his hand, and opened it.

Shi Qing's complexion changed drastically, what he shook out of his hands turned out to be human skin, on which was written densely packed small characters in blood.

Among them are four large characters "Kongtong ghost art".

(End of this chapter)