Afterwards, Chanbi and Chen Qingle, led by Shu Han's clone, arrived at the Xuanlian Pond through the Wangshui River.
Looking at the beautiful Xuanlian Pond, Chen Qingle's excited hands couldn't stop trembling.
He has never dared to enter the mysterious realm of Xuanlian, but Xuanlian Pond has always fascinated him, appearing in his dreams.
Xuanlian Pond, for Prince Xuanlian, symbolizes strength and power.
Now that she actually came to the Xuanlian Pond, Chen Qingle actually had a dreamlike and unreal feeling.
He pinched Chanbi's little face, and Chanbi shouted: Young Master, it hurts!
"Hahaha!"
Chen Qingle smiled like she was waking up from a dream.
"Xuanlianchi! I, Chen Qingle, also have the opportunity to come to Xuanlianchi! This is not a dream!"
Chan Bi rubbed her little face and was sincerely happy to see Chen Qing Le's crazy excitement.
She knew that once she came to Xuanlian Pond, Chen Qingle's strength would increase rapidly.
She also liked to see the fire of hope rekindled in Chen Qingle's eyes, no longer as lifeless as before.
At this time, two gilded mysterious lotuses and two royal water mysterious lotuses flew to Chen Qingle's side.
When these two mysterious lotuses appeared, Chen Qingle's "Mysterious Lotus Heavenly Skill" started to work on its own, and there was a sense of flesh-and-blood connection with the mysterious lotus.
"Stop giggling over there, quickly absorb and refine these four Mysterious Lotuses to increase your Mysterious Lotus Heavenly Power. Chanbi, follow me into the tower. While Qingle is practicing, you and I will destroy the Eighth Prince and the Tenth Prince."
The seventh prince’s sense of resistance, so that Qing Le can swallow them up smoothly!”
Chen Qingle held four mysterious lotuses with trembling hands, looked at Shu Han with tearful eyes, suddenly knelt down in front of Shu Han, and said respectfully and sincerely: "Thank you, Master, for your hard work and effort to help me! Master's kindness is beyond words.
Retribution, from now on, this disciple will definitely regard the master as his biological father, obey his words and do everything he wants!"
"Okay, okay!"
Shu Han waved his hand and said: "Hurry up and practice. You only have less than five years to devour the eighth and seventeenth princes."
"As you command!"
Chen Qingle carried four mysterious lotuses, came to the center of the mysterious lotus pond, and began to refine the four mysterious lotuses into her body.
Chan Bi followed Shu Han to the Changyuan Taoist Tower. Chan Bi was once a monk in the Void Refining Stage, but when she saw the Changyuan Taoist Tower, she couldn't help but stop and sigh.
She was very curious about how Shu Han came to possess this treasure, but she didn't dare to ask more.
At this time, the Eighth Prince and the Seventeenth Prince were pinned down above their heads by two illusory Changyuan Taoist Towers, and they were kneeling in the towers unable to move.
The seventeenth prince was still hot-tempered and would yell at Shu Han when he saw him. The eighth prince was willing to compromise and kept promising various benefits to Shu Han. He was even willing to let Shu Han put his soul under restraint and be Shu Han's puppet for the rest of his life.
Chanbi ignored the words of the seventeenth prince, but was particularly worried about the eighth prince.
If the Eighth Prince moved Shu Han, everything would be over.
However, Shu Han waved his hand and dispelled Chan Bi's worries.
I saw two drops of Qinglian King's essence and blood entering the eyebrows of the Seventeenth Prince and the Eighth Prince respectively.
Chan Bi blamed herself: Just now, I was worried that my husband would betray me. This is really judging a gentleman's heart with a villain's heart. My husband is a reliable person. I, Chan Bi, will definitely protect my husband like a young master in the future. I thought of it.
Here, Chanbi couldn't help but reveal a wry smile: Mr. is so powerful, protecting Mr.? It's a joke.
After being injected with two drops of blood essence, the two princes' eyes suddenly turned red.
"What's this!"
"What did I pour into you!"
Shu Han was divided into five parts. Each of Shu Han's figures was so lifelike that it was difficult to tell the real ones from the fake ones. The two princes were horrified to see them.
Shu Han shouted: "Chambi, follow me and use the Necromantic Curse. Let's slowly talk to the two highnesses."
"As you command!"
Then the four clones of Chan Bi and Shu Han sat cross-legged around the two princes. The clones of Chan Bi and Shu Han chanted the curse of the dead at the same time. As the spell was recited, the space echoed by the spell became eerie and strange.
, gray mist surged from all directions, and the dark wind howled out.
Pale-faced undead spirits surged up from behind Shu Han and Chan Bi, with terrifying smiles on their bloodless faces. Under the influence of the undead witchcraft, these undead spirits used their extremely small and weak bodies to
His body crawled towards the two princes.
After a while, the eighth prince and the seventeenth prince were surrounded by a group of undead spirits. The undead spirits laughed in their ears, opened their nostrils, mouths, and eyes and forced their way in.
The consciousness of the two princes who had absorbed the blood of King Qinglian had gone crazy. Now that undead souls were crawling into their bodies one after another, their consciousness had begun to blur.
The undead crawled into their sea of consciousness, surrounded their sparkling souls, and began to corrode.
However, the souls of the two princes were extremely powerful, and these undead souls were killed one after another by the waves of their souls.
However, if Shu Han and Chan Bi continue to curse the undead spirits, these undead spirits will continue to attack their souls until their souls are corroded.
Shu Han looked at the two princes who were haunted by the necromancy curse, thinking that it would take some time to completely corrode the princes' souls.
You should take advantage of this period of time to cultivate deeply and break through to the late stage of divine transformation first.
Therefore, Shu Han swallowed a divine elixir and went into seclusion to reach the later realm.
In a blink of an eye, three years passed.
For two years, Shu Han wanted to attack the later bottleneck with all his strength, so he could only let Chan Bi recite the Necromantic Curse to the prince day and night.
The necromancy curse could not turn the prince into a walking zombie, but after listening to Chan Bi's words for three years, the eighth prince and the seventeenth prince had already become a little foolish.
Chen Qingle has been digesting the power of the four mysterious lotuses for the past three years.
Absorbing Xuanlian for the first time, Xuanlian directly inspired Chen Qingle's Xuanlian bloodline, making his level of "Xuanlian Heavenly Skill" improve by leaps and bounds. In three years, he advanced directly from the early stage of divine transformation to the middle stage of divine transformation!
A spiritual light bloomed from Chen Qingle's head, and a colorful mysterious lotus slowly bloomed under him.
At this moment, Chen Qingle felt that he was in harmony with his bloodline for the first time. The sense of smoothness and power made him immersed in it and he couldn't extricate himself.
Now Chen Qingle finally understood why the other princes had to fight for the Xuanlian. The feeling of promotion was indescribable. He walked out of the Xuanlian and saw the entire Xuanlian Pond shining under his light.
A sense of pride arises spontaneously.
"Are you feeling good? When you feel good, prepare to go all out and devour your two brothers."
Chen Qingle looked at Shu Han, originally thinking that he had been promoted to the middle stage and was at the same level as Shu Han, more or less comparable to him.
But Shu Han at this moment was even more unfathomable in his eyes.
"Disciple, please obey your master's orders!"
Shu Han waved his hand and brought Chen Qingle into the Changyuan Taoist Tower.
At this time, the Eighth Prince and the Seventeenth Prince were completely depressed and their souls were dim.
A dignified monk at the peak of his spiritual transformation, his soul state at this moment is not even as good as the Nascent Soul stage.