[Comprehensive] The Adventures of the Hidden Prince

The aura of Nuwa's sanctification is extremely great, sweeping the entire prehistoric world, vast and endless.

A saint came out of the Yaozu Rapture clan, and he didn't forget to challenge his deadly enemy.

Not to mention how the Wu Clan jumped, but at this moment in Zixiao Palace, it seemed that they had not been affected in any way, and it was still terribly silent.

Hongjun stood on the lotus platform, turning a deaf ear to the hustle and bustle of the outside world.

Maybe, nothing can stop him from making swords for his son.

Lingzhuzi walked in and saw Daozu's calm face, curled his lips, knowing that he should have expected it.

"The race created by Nu Wa is the human race, and it is also the human race when it was built. Aren't you going to explain it?"

"Explain what."

Even if he didn't look back, Hongjun could still imagine Lingzhu's angry face at this moment.

"Explain, what happened to Li Jiancheng!"

"Lingzhuzi, your evil spirit is getting stronger."

Hongjun unhurriedly controlled the circulation of the real fire of the sun, and still said this sentence in a flat tone.

Lingzhuzi was taken aback when he heard the words, and closed his eyes fiercely to calm down.

He knew that what Hongjun said was correct, in recent days, he was indeed becoming more and more unable to control his mind.

But it shouldn't.

He is an innate weapon spirit that existed before the first opening of the world, a chaotic bead born from the green lotus.Pangu opened up the world, and he also gathered the aura of Tsinghua at the beginning of the world.

It is the purest existence in the world, and it is impossible to have evil spirits in it.

Lingzhu frowned a pair of well-shaped eyebrows, covering her head in thought.

Hongjun's gaze sank slightly, but his hands didn't stop moving.

"You don't want to go out recently, stay by his side to cultivate. You have the same source of breath as him, and you can relieve it. When he arrives at the quasi-sage, you can go to Nuwa's side for a while."

"On Nuwa's body, the vitality of life is the strongest, and it may be suppressed."

Lingzhu frowned: "You can't do it?"

Hongjun said: "I tried it."

The implication is that it doesn't work.

Lingzhu shook her head and had no choice but to agree.

Hongjun breathed a sigh of relief, he probably fooled Lingzhu this time.

Of course he has a solution, otherwise, how could the seal on Lingzhu's body be stable until recently.

When the Lingzhu goes to Nuwa's side, it will probably be much better.

In fact, if Li Jiancheng hadn't come, Ling Zhuzi might have remained so ignorant and unaware. Being a simple tool spirit, he would not have half a doubt about what he did.

In the memory, the bright eyes of the young man in golden clothes reflected the glimmer of chaos, and his brows and eyes were shining like a lifetime ago.

And he still remembers the light smile on the young man's lips, and that sentence that can definitely be called a threat——

"If you dare to abandon us, I will beat you violently."

In fact, if Lingzhu really wants to know now, it's not impossible.It's just that the guy in the apse hasn't settled down yet, if we let this guardian spirit know everything now...

That is the superposition of disasters.

The combination of the two troublemakers must overthrow Zixiao Palace.

After all, Hongjun can't guarantee that when everything is revealed, that little bastard Li Jiancheng will stand there.

Thinking of the three-on-one routine a long time ago, Hongjun had to admit that he didn't have a good image in the hearts of the three of them.

"Are they back?"

Lingzhu blinked: "I thought you didn't remember your daughter."

Hongjun said in a deep voice: "I've said it many times, it's not my daughter."

"It's just a survivor who borrowed a drop of my blood essence to survive."

Lingzhu shook her head, just now, something flashed in her mind.

"Then why did you only save them back then?"

Lingzhu asked: "Obviously, they were the weakest existence at that time, even if you rescued them, they probably wouldn't survive."

"You don't like them, so why give up your blood to keep them alive?"

The blood essence of a saint is not so precious.Back then, Hongjun spent so much work to save them, but later he ignored them. Ling Zhuzi couldn't figure out what was going on with Hongjun.

"Didn't this survive?"

Hongjun wrote lightly: "If you owe karma, you have to pay it back."

"Well, you're always right." Ling Zhuzi waved her hand and said, "According to how much you care about Jiancheng, the two of them... should you call me elder brother or younger brother?"

"Of course it's brother."

Lingzhuzi: "..."

You disliked the two girls just now, but now you admit it?

Ha ha.

"Have you ever met him?" Hong Jun asked calmly.

Lingzhu supported his forehead: "They went by themselves, saying they want to try Jiancheng's skills."

Hongjun commented: "Ask for trouble."

Even if Li Jiancheng's current strength is less than one-tenth of his heyday, it is not within the reach of those two ignorant little girls.

Lingzhu said: "You know again?"

Hongjun was speechless, Lingzhuzi endured the sudden scorching heat in his soul, and snorted coldly: "Oh, I forgot, you are the ancestor of Taoism, omniscient and omnipotent."

He turned around and strode away, the red silk in his hair curling sharply.

"I'll go to Tianchi to wake up." Ling Zhuzi paused for a while, and then said: "I think you should also wake up."

The Lianhua Terrace is empty and silent, only the real fire of the sun is burning enthusiastically and publicly.

A long time after Lingzhu left, Hongjun stood in front of the stage, his whole figure seemed to have been quenched by ice and snow that would not melt for thousands of years, as if the sadness of countless epochs had been frozen and precipitated.

The images of the twin swords in the flames appear and disappear from time to time, and are gradually melted into familiar outlines. Hongjun's cold face flickers on and off under the light of the fire.

He whispered:

"If I am omnipotent, how can I not protect you."

Lingling's voice echoed across the world, but no one listened.

Hongjun glanced at the twin swords gradually forming in the flames, turned and left the Lianhua Terrace.

He is going to meet an old friend.

Hongjun hasn't seen him for a long time, even though they are only separated by a hall now.

If it wasn't for Qianye Changsheng's sword heart on that old friend, before Zhaoming met him, he should have decided not to see him again.

Hongjun sighed softly.

Li Jiancheng leaned under the tree, and finished biting the biguo with a few clicks. He didn't realize that the outside world was boiling because of Nuwa's sanctification, and he didn't realize that not far away, it was because of his relationship with another..., Lingzhu. Had another thought-provoking conversation with Daozu.

At this moment, he is just like he arrived at the hidden sword villa at the beginning of the year, quite idle.

Let's practice the sword, the sword hasn't come back yet, let's practice other things, the kung fu seems to have reached a bottleneck period.

The Zixiao Palace is eerily quiet, except for Lingzhu and Daozu, there are only two boys who occasionally walk through the palace, but usually they are just guarding the gate.

It's rare to come to the wilderness, can I just eat and drink here?

Li Jiancheng glanced at the various rare treasures piled up around him that he had only heard of before, and was dumped by Taoist ancestors as wild fruits, with a sentence like "use it casually" as if coaxing a child.

He stuffed another small vermilion fruit into his mouth, crossed his legs and stared at the sky in a daze.

He remembered Ling Zhuzi's words and Hongjun's conversation in the open and in the dark, and suddenly had an idea.

Or, take a look at the apse?

Li Jiancheng sat up, and a strand of hair around his ear suddenly lifted up, floating in the air.

He pushed the long hair behind his ears, straightened his high ponytail, and suddenly froze his movements.

The young man in gold was holding a red fruit in his mouth, half-opening a pair of twinkling peach eyes, and seemed to be casually jumping back, but his movements were astonishingly fast.

He landed lightly on the top of the tree, with his back leaning against the trunk, one foot on the branch, and the other dangling down.

The moment he got up, on the ground where he was lying, the golden ginkgo leaves shattered into countless light shadows, impacted into the air, and fell down again, like a golden rain.

Li Jiancheng swallowed the last bite of the fruit, raised his eyebrows and said:

"This is your meeting ceremony for future friends?"

Fragments of the bright yellow light and shadow fell to the ground, and the little girl in white wore a sly smile, with bare feet, walking towards the faint light and shadow.

Her white dress fluttered in the wind, and her waist-length hair was only loosely tied up with a headband on the upper half, and the rest was loosely thrown behind her, allowing it to dance freely.

She was wearing the most holy white dress, but there was a gloomy light in her black pupils, her demeanor seemed to come out of the deepest darkness, seductive and seductive.

She looked up with a beautiful face, and her voice was as sweet as a bell:

"I just want to test it out, the new friend brought back by brother Lingzhuzi, what skills do you have~"

"Oh."

Li Jiancheng had no expression on his face, he was just testing it out, do he need to be so ruthless?

"Then you have tested it out now?"

The girl in the white skirt covered her mouth and smiled coquettishly: "Of course...not at all~"

Li Jian's eyes flashed, and he quickly turned forward.

The next second, a figure in Tsing Yi appeared quietly behind him, holding a long sword and slashing down in the air.

The sword was soft and nimble, like spring wind turning into rain, seemingly harmless, but Li Jiancheng felt the aura of Jianghai Qingtian from it.

Li Jiancheng's face remained unchanged, he stepped across the treetops, and jumped into the air with his strength.The bright yellow clothes shine like a golden crow under the sky, and the sword light shines like a bright sun.

The young man in gold turned his sword into a sword with spiritual power, stabbing a mighty long wind obliquely.

The two fought in the air for several rounds, and finally the girl in Tsing Yi stopped first.

The girl in Tsing Yi draws her sword back as clear as she draws it out. When she turns around and falls from the air, it is like a spirit rain from an empty mountain quietly enters the world, and emerges gracefully from the world.

If the white-clothed girl under the tree is a coquettish witch, then this green-clothed girl should be Yun Poyue's Fairy Gushe.

The hibiscus comes out of the clear water and is carved naturally.

The red clouds filled the sky outside Zixiao Palace, and Li Jiancheng collected thousands of auras in his palm, wrapped in the skylight, and walked down from the sky step by step on the fallen leaves.

In the eyes of the two girls on the ground, it is Ni who is dressed in clothes, the wind is like a horse, and the king of clouds is coming and going.

After a round of fighting, Li Jiancheng already knew their identities.

In Zixiao Palace, who can fight him without any scruples, except for the pair of sisters mentioned by Lingzhuzi, who else?

Li Jiancheng let out a sigh of relief: "You guys, who is Nie Xiaolou and who is the preacher?"