Emperor Xia looked up at the shaky old monk, pondered for a moment and said:

"Jinghui, do you want to take a rest?"

Jinghui shook his head, walked to Mu Cang, sat down cross-legged, and began to use his life skills.

Buzz~

After receiving the spell, Mu Cang instantly sensed a spiritual power enveloping his mind in an extremely strange form.

Everything around seemed to have come to a certain standstill.

"Complex and exquisite, mysterious and mysterious."

Mu Cang, who was in the art of purifying life, finally saw its structure and foundation clearly.

The delusion-breaking consciousness is activated autonomously, and rapid learning and analysis begins.

Keep going like this.

Mu Cang felt that he should be able to perform this kind of life magic soon.

However, as a spell caster, Jing Hui was now in unimaginable pain.

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

Jing Hui felt that an extremely majestic god instantly filled his entire 'field of vision'.

His whole body was stiff, and he felt like he was being stabbed repeatedly with countless blunt knives inside and outside his body, which was extremely painful.

Jing Hui suddenly understood.

'So Ninth Prince... you are my destiny!'

His mind suddenly opened up, the stubborn stone blocking his mind suddenly disappeared, and a smile unconsciously appeared on the old monk's face.

This smile revealed a kind of supreme satisfaction.

In fact, Jing Hui no longer fears death.

What he really fears...is the unknown.

'The end of my road is today!'

Kakaka~

There was a sudden crunching sound of bones squirming in Jing Hui's body.

He actually broke through the barrier of his heart at this moment and reached the state of indestructibility!

'It seems that heaven will help me. Your Majesty, the Ninth Prince, please let this poor monk come and see your destiny thoroughly!'

Jinghui endured the dizzy pain that was almost boiling in his brain, his eyes shone brightly, and he began to perform the technique with all his strength.

Suddenly, the god in the field of vision seemed to sense his prying eyes, and slowly turned his head, scanning his eyes with an extremely cold and indifferent gaze.

The old monk's body froze for an instant, and the next second his eyes exploded, blood spurting out all over the ground.

“Ahhhhhhhhh!”

After only crying out in pain for a second, Jing Hui forced himself to hold it back and continued to watch his fate.

The princes and princesses finally realized something was wrong.

Emperor Xia stood up directly, his eyes shining brightly.

There is so much movement!

Could it be that... Xiaojiu's destiny is more mysterious than that of Lao San?!

At this moment, Jinghui's body burst into flames.

The color of the fire is like blood, and it is extremely strange.

And he spoke with difficulty in the raging blood and fire:

"His Ninth Prince's fortune... Huh... God? Demon?!"

“It’s like a god descending into dust, like a golden immortal being banished to the mortal world!

Looking at the people and things in the world, they are all inferior to one another!

The universe is turned upside down and soared, just in one thought!"

All the princes and princes' eyes widened in shock.

what's the situation?!

Such outrageous criticism!

Could Xiao Jiu be a god coming to the world?!

"Resident... Immortal Buddha!"

Marquis Xuanping muttered, looking miserable.

"Okay! Okay! Okay!"

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

The old monk, who had become a charred corpse in the flames, clasped his hands with a smile on his face:

"Your Majesty the Ninth Prince is buried for eternity...with a destiny that goes against the will of Heaven and Tao!!!"

After saying that, the burnt body made a loud bang and collapsed instantly, turning into withered bones on the ground.

"Hahahahahaha!!"

"How lucky is the heaven, how lucky is the heaven! My great summer is prosperous!!!"

Emperor Xia looked up to the sky and laughed, not caring about Jing Hui's death.

He flicked his sleeves, waved his hand and pointed at Mu Cang, who had a leisurely expression, and announced:

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

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

Marquis Zunshuo rubbed his temples and said nothing.

Marquis Xuanping opened his mouth slightly and looked gloomy.

boom!

Marquis Wu An smashed the square table with one punch, his expression ferocious.

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

Mu Cang, feeling the scrutinizing, cold, or furious gazes of the three people, smiled softly 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 people buzzed for a while, and they felt that the world was spinning, and their eyes seemed to be dim and trance-like.

Feeling the tearing pain in their heads, the three of them no longer dared to look at Mu Cang.

They knew that this must be Mu Cang's doing, but they did not dare to act unruly anymore, and they all just sat in their original positions without saying a word.

In fact, the three of them did not know.

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

It's just that they are too weak and cannot resist even a glance.

If there was not still some blood affection and respect for the old emperor that children should have, given Mu Cang's character, these three people should have turned into dust on the spot tonight and disappeared from this world.

As the attributes of his soul continued to expand, Mu Cang had already determined that he was not the so-called soul piercer, but more likely that he had cleared away the 'dust' that had obscured the aura of his soul and awakened to the past.

He was originally the Ninth Prince Mu Cang.

I just woke up a little later.

…

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

"Master, the young master was found in the garbage dump outside Shendu, with a few bitches at the time..."

"Okay, okay, stop talking!"

A fat middle-aged man raised his hand to stop the servant next to him.

"Yingbo! It's mother, Yingbo!"

A woman hugged Chu Yingbo, who was covered in stench, and cried bitterly.

"Yingbo, what's wrong with you? My son, Yingbo, oooooooooo!!"

Chu Yingbo, who was hugged by his mother, had no normal reaction. He only knew how to huff and stick out his tongue like a dog, and his eyes kept looking around in panic.

The middle-aged man shook his head with his hands behind his back and sighed: "Oh, what a sin."

"Chu Xionghui!!"
To be continued...