The old demon vine mistook An Qingli for a certain prince and princess, so An Qingli followed suit and asked in the voice of the third princess of the royal family.
The third princess once forced her way into the fourth princess's house, and robbed Shang Shan from the fake fourth princess, ruining Shang Shan's good deeds. An Qingli remembered it clearly for Shang Shan.
"Let me ask you." An Qingli asked straight to the point in the voice of the third princess, "Where is the Wuling?"
"Wu Ling, boss Wu Ling?" Old Demon Teng was confused for a moment, "Why is the princess looking for him?"
The boss of the fog spirit?
An Qingli raised his eyebrows in surprise, but said sternly: "Why do you ask so many questions? Just tell me!"
The old demon vine quickly bowed in obeisance and said, "Yes, yes! Back to the princess, the mist spirit is on the third floor from the bottom, in the tomb with the largest and thickest door!"
"Didn't you lie to me?" An Qingli asked sharply.
Old Demon Teng replied anxiously: "No! How dare you, the young one, lie to Her Highness the Princess!"
An Qingli asked again: "Are there any valuable treasures, monsters or formations inside?"
The old demon vine quickly replied: "Boss Wuling is the most powerful monster and formation among them!"
"Huh?" An Qingli snorted displeasedly.
The old demon vine quickly explained: "There may be things that the king values in there, and a super ninth-grade wind formation is set up. The boss of Wuling is the eye of the formation, responsible for controlling the formation and killing all those who trespass.
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An Qingli questioned in an unhappy voice as the third princess: "The Wuling was captured from someone else. It already has a master. Will it agree to take the initiative to control the formation?"
"How can you disagree!" The old demon vine quickly explained, "Every day for ten and a half months, there is a handsome man waiting for him. The new handsome man has even served as the Flower God of Baihua City. The boss of Wuling enjoys endless blessings.
, how could you not agree?"
"Served by a male flower god?" An Qingli thought about the good and fake Huineng who had once been the flower god of Baihua City, and sneered in the voice of the third princess, "Sure enough, she is so beautiful."
That sneer was directed at Wu Ling, but it made the old demon vine tremble with fear.
The old demon vine thought that his death was imminent, so he bowed again and again and said loudly: "Third princess, don't kill me..."
After saying that, he suddenly realized that he had said something wrong. Old Demon Teng quickly changed his words: "It's not the third princess, it's the fourth princess..." No, the cruel fourth princess was also dead. Old Demon Teng was so frightened that he could not speak incoherently, "Anyway, Princess, you
Don't kill me, I will never give you away."
An Qingli saw the old demon vine buyer struggling for his life. He must have been confused and believed his monstrous words. However, there were a few tombs he had not broken into yet, and he needed the old demon vine to guide him.
"You'd better tell the truth!" An Qingli said in the voice of the third princess, "If you lie to me even half a word, you will die today."
The old demon vine was fully aware of the cruelty of the third princess and did not dare to tell a lie.
"Let me ask you, since you know that the fog spirit is making a formation in the tomb, do you know how to make the fog spirit appear?"
Old Demon Teng said anxiously: "Through this teleportation array! Every time the handsome man serving the fog spirit is sent up by this teleportation array, and then sent down by that teleportation array."
An Qingli glanced at the human bones in the tomb and thought that the handsome man who had served the Wuling had been sucked by the old demonic vine.
Although Wuling is very beautiful, he rarely takes the initiative to kill.
An Qingli looked at the teleportation array again, but he didn't fully believe what Old Demon Teng said. He only said in an impatient tone: "You can think of a way to call that fog spirit here!"
Old Demon Teng said in fear: "I'm afraid this will be difficult! Boss Wu Ling swore to the king that he would not leave that place for three thousand years, otherwise how could he survive and have a beautiful man around his knees."
An Qingli snorted coldly and ignored the old demon vine for the time being. He only activated the Lian Xin Pearl and told Shangshan what he had learned from his interrogation.
Shang Shan narrowed his eyelashes.
Pledge of allegiance?
Beautiful man wrapped around his knees?
The mist spirit left him, but his life was much more nourishing.
Shang Shan narrowed his eyelashes again and moved his mind.
In a certain tomb on the third floor, Wu Ling was having a drinking contest with a beautiful man, when his translucent body suddenly trembled violently.
His soul was in severe pain, and the mist spirit couldn't even maintain his human form. He knocked over the food and wine on the table, and shouted "The Greatest Good" in surprise and joy. He didn't care about the oath he made to the king, and left the mediocrity at hand without any hesitation.
The graceful fans hurriedly set foot on the teleportation array to find the best in it.
The Supreme Good is still alive in Wancheng Kingdom, and it is mostly because of the Wuling.
Because Shangshan has a master-servant contract with Wu Ling and has always refused to terminate the contract. If Shang Shan dies, Wu Ling will also die, and the tomb of the king will be missing a high-level spirit to guard the tomb.
"The best! The best! Our family's best is finally here! I've been waiting so hard!"
The mist spirit turned into mist and hurriedly came out of the teleportation array.
The room was completely empty, there wasn't even a small demon vine, and there was nowhere to see the figure of Shangshan.
An Qingli held the Heart Bead in his hand and watched the mist spirit come out of the space of Sacrifice Ruoshui for a short while.
Wu Ling was only in the Tribulation Realm and did not discover the existence of Ruoshui Space.
The best is in the Ruoshui space and can be thought of again.
The Wuling sensed that the Supreme Good was so close and displeased, so it quickly transformed into a translucent human form, knelt in the air, and said excitedly and respectfully: "The Wuling pays homage to the master."
Shang Shan finally spoke up and said, "Do you still know that you have me as your master?"
The Wuling heard the voice of the Supreme Being, confirmed the direction of the Supreme Being, and said with joy: "The Wuling has always been concerned about the safety of its master."
Shang Shan raised his eyelashes and asked: "What oath did you make to the king of the country, and why?"
Wu Ling hurriedly said: "You can't count those bullshit oaths. I also learned it from that girl Feng Ming. I will sell it now, otherwise I will end up like Gu Yaoting."
Gu Yaoting ended up very badly. He refused to give in, but even when he did, he was tortured by the third princess and lived like an animal.
Of course, their family was kind and they would not fare well in the hands of the fourth and fifth princesses, but no matter what, they were much better than Gu Yaoting.
Some of the princes and princesses of the royal family of Wancheng Kingdom were transformed into beasts. They were beasts in their previous life, and they will also be beasts in the next life.
An Qingli looked at the beaming mist in the Mustard Seed space. He saw that his realm had not fallen, and his spirit body was still a bit more solid than before. He had indeed lived a very nourishing life during his time as a prisoner.
However, the Wuling took the initiative to leave the formation and come to seek the greater good, thus breaking the oath made to the king.
Bianlanjie was very fond of the oath, and when it came to Wu Ling and Feng Yu, it was like a decoration.
The Supreme Being did not rush to summon it into the Ruoshui space, but only let it lead the way and take away the remaining treasures from the tomb of the king.
However, Wu Ling did not immediately accept the order.
"Master!" Wu Ling's eyes were filled with mist. He knelt in the air and solemnly requested, "Before that, Wu Ling wants to see your unique face first, and I hope it will be granted."
God knows how it survived these thousands of days and nights, three years after three years, three years after three years.
The more I get along with those mediocre fans, the more I miss the face of their great master and the disfigured half of Huineng's face.