The attributes skyrocketed infinitely, and I suppressed the diversity

And the princes and princesses all exclaimed in low voices after hearing the words "Tianxia Tiandian" and "Jade Mountain Golden Dragon".

This evaluation is not low.

Xuan Pinghou frowned slightly, his eyes filled with thought.

Marquis Wu'an's expression remained unchanged, but there was a hint of rebellion in his eyes.

Suddenly, Emperor Xia grinned and said:

"Becoming the puppet of those nobles, sleeping in the deep palace compound every day and ignoring world affairs, Da Xia will naturally be stable, hehehehe."

The old emperor's smile turned cold, and he reprimanded in a deep voice:

"Although the emperor wants to shepherd the people, he must be gentle and generous, but he must be clear-headed!

Power always rises from the ground under your feet, bursting out from thousands of people, not those nobles who rely on blood! "

The hall was quiet again, and the atmosphere became stiff, the same as Zun Shuohou's face.

"Ha~"

Wu'an Hou happily drank a glass of wine.

Also at this time, Jing Hui, who had aged for decades, walked slowly in front of him, ready to cast a life spell.

Marquis Wu An suddenly tilted his head and smiled, "Master, can your fate technique be used in war?"

Jing Hui paused, shook his head and said: "The poor monk only knows how to watch fate, not the art of war."

"Oh~ that's not interesting." Marquis Wu'an shook his head slightly disappointed.

Watching fate begins.

After a long time, the old monk's face was shocked for the first time, and he said slowly:

"Third Highness, he is domineering, powerful, and has been in chaos with the army all his life. The army revolutionized the world, and the enemy destroyed the country.

This is the order of the Heavenly Commander! "

Hearing the criticism, Marquis Wu'an immediately burst out laughing complacently.

Not far away, Zunshuohou and Xuanpinghou looked at Wu'anhou, their eyes were full of cold light.

Mu Cang didn't care.

He tilted his head slightly to think about it, and whispered to himself: "I remember, in the original book, it seems that the third child became the prince, but later he was slaughtered by the original body."

"Fate, heh~ is just a plaything in the hands of the strong."

Mu Cang felt bored, and poured wine again for himself.

Emperor Xia at the head of the hall had a strange expression, both joy and hesitation.

"It's really not a good idea to put such a violent fate in the past, but the unprecedented changes are just around the corner, um..."

Hearing this "although but" sentence pattern, everyone immediately understood.

Emperor Xia already had a choice in his heart.

If there is no other stronger fate, it is impossible to say that the position of the prince will be taken by the third prince Wu Anhou.

And now, only the last one is left without fate watching.

Everyone looked at Mu Cang who was enjoying the wine leisurely.

"Oh~"

Marquis Wu An suddenly sneered, stroked his bushy beard and said to Jing Hui, "Master, I don't think he needs to watch his fate."

Zun Shuohou didn't speak, apparently still immersed in an extremely bad mood.

Xuan Pinghou on the side laughed lightly and said, "Master Jinghui seems to be very tired, or else, let's rest here."

Chapter 42

Emperor Xia looked up at the crumbling old monk, thought for a while and said:

"Jing regret, do you want to take a break?"

Jing Hui shook his head, went to sit cross-legged in front of Mu Cang, and began to perform the fate technique.

hum~

Mu Cang, who was under the spell, suddenly sensed a spiritual force enveloping his mind in an extremely strange form.

Everything around seemed to have come to a standstill.

"Complicated and delicate, mysterious and mysterious."

Mu Cang, who was in the net repentance technique, finally saw its structure and foundation clearly.

The delusion-breaking divine sense is activated independently, and begins to learn and analyze quickly.

Go on like this.

Mu Cang felt that he would be able to perform this fate technique soon.

However, as the performer of the spell, Jinggui fell into an unimaginable pain at this moment.

After using the fate technique to spy on the fate of the Ninth Prince in front of him, the world in his eyes suddenly collapsed.

With pure regret, he felt that there was an incomparably stalwart god that instantly filled all his 'field of vision'.

His whole body was stiff, and he felt that his body was being stabbed and hacked repeatedly by countless blunt knives inside and outside his body, which was unspeakably painful.

Jinggui suddenly realized.

'It turns out that Ninth Prince...you are my death robbery! '

His heart suddenly became brighter, and the stubborn stone that blocked his mind suddenly disappeared, and a smile bloomed on the old monk's face unconsciously.

This smile reveals a kind of supreme satisfaction.

In fact, Jinghui has long since feared death.

What he was really afraid of...was the unknown.

'The place where Lao Na's road ends is today! '

Ka Ka Ka ~

The crisp sound of bones wriggling suddenly came from Jinghui's body.

He actually broke through the heart barrier at this moment and entered the realm of indestructible diamond!

'Looks like the heavens will help me, Your Highness the Ninth Prince, let the poor monk see your fate thoroughly! '

Jing Hui endured the dizziness and severe pain that was almost boiling in his brain, his eyes lit up, and he began to perform the spell with all his strength.

Suddenly, the gods in the field of vision seemed to sense his prying eyes, and slowly turned their heads, sweeping over with extremely indifferent and cold eyes.

The old monk's body froze instantly, and the next second his eyes exploded, and blood sprayed all over the ground.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

After only exclaiming in pain for a second, Jing Hui forcibly held back and continued to watch his fate.

The princes and princesses finally realized something was wrong.

Emperor Xia even stood up straight away, his eyes sparkling brightly.

So much movement!

Could it be... Xiao Jiu's fate is more mysterious than that of the third child? !

At this moment, flames ignited in Jinghui's body.

The color of fire is like blood, extremely strange.

And he was in the raging blood, and said with difficulty:

"His Highness Ninth Prince's fate... Huh... God? Mo Xi?!"

"It's like a god descending to dust, like a golden fairy relegated to the mortal world!

Looking at people and things in the world, they are not as good as they are!

The universe overturns and soars, all in one thought! "

All the princes and princes stared wide-eyed, shocked and absent-minded.

what's the situation? !

Such outrageous criticism!

Can Xiao Jiu still be a god who came to the world? !

"Residence... Immortal Buddha!"

Xuan Ping Hou muttered, his face was grim.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Emperor Xia laughed wildly three times, and hurriedly asked, "Jinghui, what is Xiaojiu's fate?!"

The old monk, who had turned into a charred body in the flames, put his hands together and smiled:

"Your Highness the Ninth Prince, to bury the ages...a fate against the sky and against the law!!!"

After all, the scorched body made a loud bang bang, collapsed instantly, and turned into a pile of dry bones.

"Hahahahahaha!!"

"What a blessing in the sky, what a blessing in the sky! My Great Xia is booming!!!"

Xia Huang looked up to the sky and laughed, Hao didn't mind Huai Jinghui's death.

He flicked his sleeve robe, waved his finger to Mu Cang with a leisurely expression, and announced:

"I declare that from now on, you will be Prince Daxia!"

As soon as these words came out, the beautiful eyes of the three princesses widened, and they looked at the handsome Mu Cang in shock.

Zun Shuohou rubbed his temples and said nothing.

Xuan Pinghou opened his mouth slightly, his expression was gloomy.

boom!

Marquis Wu'an smashed the square table with a fist, with a grim expression on his face.

The three of them had different emotions, and they looked deeply at Mu Cang, who had a leisurely posture in the distance.

And Mu Cang, feeling the scrutiny, cold, or furious gazes of the three, smiled slightly, and slowly raised his head to look at them.

boom!

It was like detonating a nuclear bomb in my heart.

The brains of the three of them buzzed, and they felt the world spinning, as if their eyes were dimmed a little bit.

Feeling the tearing pain in their brains, the three of them dared not look at Mu Cang again.

They knew that this must have been done by Mu Cang, but they didn't dare to act arrogantly, and they all sat in their original positions without saying a word.

In fact, the three of them didn't know it.

Mu Cang didn't do anything to them, he just let go of the aura that should be in his eyes.

It's just that they are too weak to resist even a glimmer of gaze.

If it weren't for the blood affection and respect that children should have for the old emperor, with Mu Cang's character, these three people should have turned into dust on the spot tonight and dissipated in this world.

With the continuous expansion of the soul attribute, Mu Cang has already determined that he is not the so-called soul wearer, and it is more likely that he brushed away the 'dust' that blinded his own soul aura, and awakened the past.

He was originally the Ninth Prince Mu Cang.

He just woke up a little later.

……

Thousands of miles southeast of Daxia, Liancheng, in a luxurious garden.

"Master, the young master was found in the garbage dump on the outskirts of Shendu. At that time, he was with a few bitches..."

"Okay, okay, stop talking!"