Alien God Descendant

Various elegant seats are set up on the square contest platform to entertain nobles and royal families from all over the world.

Leading Shu Jingruo, Que Yenuo and Jun Yunrui to their seats, Huang Jixiao still had a faint smile on his face, dressed in a white robe, and held a white jade folding fan in his hand.

The handsome appearance and personable elegance soon attracted the attention of princesses from other countries.

"Third prince, why didn't you bring your guards with you?" The king of an unknown country sitting at the side asked whether it was intentional or unintentional: "I heard that you and the guards have always been inseparable!"

Shaking the folding fan lightly, Huang Jixiao chuckled brightly: "My guard caught a cold last night and is still resting now. I wonder what the emperor wants from him?"

"Oh, I understand!" Obviously, the emperor misinterpreted Huang Jixiao's words, and replied with a big smile, "However, I think the people present may find it a pity!"

"Emperor, what do you mean by that?" He continued to shake his fan and wowed the other party with a bright smile on his face.

"It is rumored that the guard of the third prince of the Muyu Kingdom is the youngest water-type magic magister, and he is also extremely beautiful. Many people present want to see his demeanor!" The emperor said clearly.

"Hehe, Xin'er has been studying the Dharma with his teacher in the palace since he was a child, he is a very serious child!" Beautiful blue eyes swept across the two taciturn mages behind the emperor, Huang Jixiao continued to look harmless.

Mu Xinying has been away from the palace for ten years, and he has not made public where he went. People in the folk know that the guard of the third prince of Mu Yu Kingdom is a delicate beauty, so everyone thinks that Mu Xinying is just a person with an empty appearance. The male favorite with the title of guard.

The shrewd Huang Jixiao didn't know what the other party wanted to do.

"Is that so... so the prince's guards don't plan to participate?"

"No, isn't the rule saying that two people can be sent to compete?" Huang Jixiao told the other party very generously: "I will send the guards off first, and take over when my guards are free!!"

As he spoke, he pointed to Que Yenuo, who was standing behind him, blinking his big eyes and having a cute baby face.

"Hello, King!" Que Yenuo smiled at the other party, showing a pair of cute little tiger teeth.

Then the emperor was dumbfounded when he saw Que Yenuo's lawless and cute face.

On the other hand, Mu Xinying took advantage of all his attention to focus on the Mowu competition, so he and Mu Fenglian sneaked into the Prince's Palace of Shuining Kingdom.

In the hall, a young man with a delicate appearance was sitting on a toffee chair with his arms around a female official, talking softly, his slender hands wandering over the female official's body, causing the female official to moan.

Several crosses appeared on Mu Fenglian's forehead, who was peeking out of the skylight.

This dead thing actually used his body to do such a thing, no wonder it was rumored outside that he was ignorant...

Looking at the cousin beside him who was about to go crazy, Mu Xinying covered her mouth and chuckled lightly, in exchange for the other party's stare.

"Okay, I'll just restore you to the prototype later. This is the soul-binding rope. You find a way to tie the rope around his neck. I'll go and set up a barrier, so as not to attract a group of people later!" Mu Xin Ying took out a red rope and handed it to Mu Fenglian.

Opening her mouth and biting the red rope, Mu Fenglian jumped in from the skylight.

At the same time, Mu Xinying jumped to the top of the room with a jumping technique, and then gathered magic power, and a magic totem of the wind element emerged from under his feet.

"Wind, please trap the sound coming out of this house... the barrier of wind!!"

The invisible blue wind quickly surrounded the entire building, and Mu Xinying lightly landed on the window sill, gently opened the window and jumped inside.

In the house, a female officer fell down, she could not tell she was fainted from fright, and a man and a cat were in a chase at the moment.

Jumping up and down a few times, Mu Fenglian wanted to put the rope in her mouth on her body possessed by the dead many times, but was easily avoided many times.

Mu Xinying floated down, and quickly took out six white candles from the storage bracelet to form a hexagram shape, then raised two fingers to gather spiritual power, fell down from the top, and lightly lit the unlit candles one by one.

Strangely, the candle that was not lit by the fire actually ignited a small flame following the guidance of Mu Xinying's flowing silver light.

At the same time, Mu Fenglian, who was working hard, did not disappoint him. She made a fake move, then jumped up, and accurately put the rope in her mouth on the side of the body that was occupied by the undead. neck.

The slender fingers quickly formed a few seals, then Mu Xinying cursed in a low voice, stretched out two fingers to gently caress her lips, and then clasped her palms together.

"Bound!"

The dead spirit who was about to tear off the rope around his neck suddenly froze and froze in place.

"Meow..." (beautiful!) Mu Fenglian lightly jumped to his feet.

"Cousin, you are standing opposite the candle now, I will pull out the dead spirit and your soul first!"

An octagonal line flew out of the sleeve and quickly landed between the eyebrows of the flesh/body possessed by the undead. The other hand stretched out, and an octagonal line flew out of the sleeve, and then tapped it on the person sitting on the other side. In the middle of the cat's forehead.

Mu Xinying concentrated her mind and poured spiritual power into the eight-pointed line. The silver light wrapped around the eyes along the eight-pointed line, wrapped the cat's body and Mu Fenglian's original body, and then slowly flowed towards the hexagram, forming a a triangle.

Putting up two fingers and chanting in a low voice, Mu Xinying's silver hair fluttered, her purple eyes quickly turned blood red, she raised two fingers to caress her red lips, and then touched the eight-letter line on her hand, silver The light became more powerful.

As the silver brilliance on the Baluoxian intensified, a young man with a slender body was pulled out from Mao'er's small body, and on the other side was pulled out from Mu Fenglian's body a screaming boy with red eyes. dead soul.

Even if Mu Xinying is still puzzled, that dead soul is already full of resentment from all angles and vertically, why is there no trace of resentment...

"Soul Conversion!"

Holding the eight-pointed line with both hands to control Mu Fenglian's soul and the dead soul trying to break free, slowly moving towards the middle, when passing through the magic circle made of candles, Mu Xinying pulled and pulled The hand of the eight-line line of the dead soul slammed, pulling the dead soul into the formation.

The dead souls entered the battle, and the flames on the six candles flickered, quickly forming a circle of light to trap the dead souls.

Then Mu Xinying took hold of the Eight-Meridian Line of the Dead Soul, concentrating on gathering spiritual power, and then input the soft spiritual power into Mu Fenglian's soul through the Eight-Meridian Line in her hand.

Because Mu Fenglian's soul has been separated from the body for many years, if he does not do so, the body that has been occupied by the dead soul for a long time may damage his soul, and Mu Xinying's soft and pure spiritual power can dispel that body The dead energy left on it can also quickly calm the soul down.

When Mu Fenglian's soul approached the body, the body took his soul back into the body as if consciously, and there was no rejection at all.

The crimson eyes slowly returned to their original purple color, and Mu Xinying slowly withdrew her spiritual power.

"Hmm..." The newly returned soul will have a little rejection reaction to its own body no matter how adaptable it is, not to mention that the body has been occupied by dead souls before.

When Mu Xinying withdrew her spiritual power, Mu Fenglian only felt her whole body limp and limp on the ground, panting heavily.

"Cousin..." Mu Xinying walked over to support him.

"Huhu... My health is better..." Panting heavily, Mu Fenglian raised her face and smiled softly at him.

Looking at him, the corner of Mu Xinying's mouth curled up into a faint smile.

"You take a rest!!"

Helping him to sit down on the imperial concubine chair, Mu Xinying turned to look at the screaming dead soul trapped in the magic circle.

Slowly walking towards the invisible dead soul that was only left with a cloud of red mist, Mu Xinying's purple eyes flashed a gleam of light.

"This is……"

Just as he was meditating, the strap woven with eight-string thread on his wrist tightened suddenly.

dawn! !

"Cousin, I'm going to the arena first, something happened!!"

While saying that, regardless of Mu Fenglian's answer, the slender figure turned into a purple shadow and rushed out of the window at such a fast speed.

What happened in the arena?

What kind of danger did Huang Jixiao encounter?