When a Cultivation Boss Dresses Up as Cannon Fodder [Quick Transmigration]

The people who were gathered together were quite restless. The last time they were gathered together like this at night was two months ago when the Eastern Palace underwent a shocking change.

Madam Yu is the oldest, most experienced, and has seen the widest range of worlds. At this time, she has already prepared for the worst: "Is someone going to make a move?"

Kill the East Palace, and use the plan to cut the weeds and roots.

"it's not true."

With a wave of He Zhinian's sleeve, a white jade plate appeared out of nowhere on the desk in front of him. It was as white as snow, without any impurities. In the air, there are four fingers away from the desk.

No matter how you look at it, this thing is extraordinary.

"Come forward one by one, put your hands on this thing, and explain to you later."

If a person with spiritual roots cannot be detected, then there is no mention of cultivation.

At this moment, He Yu's mind is full of the stories his father told him. Maybe Grandma Huang is a fairy who came down from the sky, and his father is a figure like Erlang. The Taoist priest is their teacher, maybe they have the blood of the fox demon...

After listening to his father's words, He Yu walked forward without hesitation, but was grabbed by Madam Yu: "Let the slaves come first."

If His Highness wants to take all of them out, then let her, the old lady, come first.

"It's all the same." He Zhinian looked at Xiao Zhuzi's trembling hands, and added, "It's a good thing, don't be afraid."

Madam Yu's expression did not become relaxed. When she put her hand on it, her eyes were tightly closed, with a look of determination and grief on her face, abruptly making the scene very tragic.

As soon as Nanny Yu put her hand on it, the whole jade plate changed from white to green, and it was full of light, instantly illuminating the whole room, much brighter than the two candles lit next to it.

He Zhinian raised his eyebrows, he was lucky because he only had wood spirit roots.

Nanny Yu didn't feel any pain, but the jade plate in her palm was slightly warm. She opened her eyes, startled by the glowing green light, and hurriedly stepped back, and the jade plate immediately returned to its original shape.

"Your Highness?"

"Very good, you stand to the left first, next."

He Yu was already eager to try it, and put his hand on it with excitement on his face, only to see the jade plate changed from white to purple, and the light was dazzling.

Variation Thundering Root.

The third one who came forward was Ruyi. The little guy was only six years old. He was wearing a white dress and had a bud head tied up. Because he had not yet reached the filial piety period, even the hairband used to tie his hair was plain. The whole portrait A cute little bun with a small hand that is only one-third the size of an adult, and there are cute meaty nests on it.

After the little hand put it on, the jade plate turned from white to red.

Single fire spirit root.

The fourth small pillar came forward, and the jade plate turned into four colors of red, blue, yellow and green.

Four Lines of Spiritual Roots

Flow beads and moon beads, one with a three-line spiritual root and one with a four-line spiritual root.

All of them have actually detected their spiritual roots, and the quality of the spiritual roots is just proportional to the luck above everyone's head.

This is obviously different from He Zhinian's previous experience. In the last world, He Zhinian tested the spiritual roots for at least tens of thousands of people, and there were very few people with spiritual roots, and there was nothing special about the luck of these people .

In the world of comprehension, people with great luck generally have purer spiritual roots, and their speed of practice will be faster than ordinary people, but in most cultivators, they do not have great luck, and luck itself cannot determine their spirituality. The purity of the roots.

Unlike here, including the original owner, the luck of the seven people in the Eastern Palace is directly proportional to the purity of their spiritual roots, and all seven of them have spiritual roots. This probability is beyond the reach of the cultivation world.

Thinking about the aura distribution in the entire palace, this world... is very interesting.

"This thing is called a 'spirit detector', and it is used to detect spiritual roots. Spiritual roots have five basic attributes: metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. People with spiritual roots can cultivate immortals..."

He Zhinian had laid the groundwork for so long before, and told so many stories about gods, ghosts and ghosts, but apart from the two little dolls, these words still had a lot of impact.

Madam Yu, who has always been mature and prudent, opened her mouth and did not close her mouth. The airy white jade plate made her believe what His Highness said, but if His Highness is already a cultivator, why didn't she save the empress? Why didn't the emperor give orders? Saved those people during the cut, why not use this technique of cultivating immortals to exchange the throne with the emperor.

"Dare to ask Your Highness, when did you learn this technique of cultivating immortals?"

He Zhinian told the truth: "Two months ago, the third day after Concubine A Yu's mother passed away."

The original body didn't know the art of cultivating immortals, after he came, he brought the art of cultivating immortals, so it is not a lie.

Nanny Yu solved her own doubts, but felt that there was a fire burning in her heart, burning all the way to Tianlinggai, which made her fall to her knees with a plop: "Your Highness has such an adventure, he should be the chosen one, Mr. I would like to follow His Highness to take revenge and rebuild the great cause."

To avenge the crown princess, avenge the 310 people who were beheaded in the East Palace, and avenge the Shen family who were killed and exiled.

With Nanny Yu taking the lead, Liuzhu, Yuezhu and Xiao Zhuzi also knelt down to show their loyalty. Even the two little fellows, He Yu and Ruyi, shed tears and said they wanted revenge.

This revenge is of course to be avenged, He Zhinian had no intention of letting go of the man on the dragon chair.

In the dead of night, the six people in the front hall of the East Palace were trying to feel the aura from the outside world. While meditating, He Zhinian absorbed the surrounding aura into the front hall so that the six people in front of him could feel it.

Emperor Kang Ping was lying on the dragon bed, but his head was sweating profusely. In his sleep, his soul was hooked by a chain, and he was taken to Huangquan Road by two men with a bull's head and a horse face. When he arrived at the underworld, he saw the former Old people.

There are several of his uncles, in-laws, courtiers, and daughter-in-law... Thousands of souls stood in front of him, all maintaining their appearance before death.

Like the daughter-in-law, who died of illness, with a sick face, and bright red blood under the corner of the mouth, some people were beheaded, the head was separated from the head, the eyes were wide open, looking at him full of fear and hatred, and... …the man who was quartered by five horses.

As an emperor, Emperor Kang Ping never believed in ghosts and gods. The idea of ​​the monarchy being granted by the gods was just used by the emperor to fool people. As a fool, if he really believed in it, he would be no different from those foolish people.

But standing in front of thousands of souls who died because of him, Emperor Kang Ping's hands and feet were trembling. He opened his mouth, but he couldn't make any sound at all. He turned around and wanted to run, but was caught by the swarming souls and was balled , thrown into a black river.

When the soul touched the black river water, it made a "sizzling" sound. It was obviously a soul, but Emperor Kang Ping could still feel the pain caused by the burning, like countless hot silver needles piercing his body, every inch Don't let go.

The black river is turbulent, as if it will never end. Emperor Kang Ping was pushed forward by the river. Even if he was rolled into a ball, he was still struggling, but he couldn't jump to the bank. .

"Your Majesty, you are finally awake."

When Emperor Kang Ping woke up, he seemed to still be able to feel the burning sensation from his dream. His clothes were soaked in sweat, and his whole body was in pain. The key point was that he was still tied up.

"Bold, which traitor asked you to tie me up?"

Seeing that Emperor Kang Ping was awake, several people around him hurriedly untied the rope: "Your Majesty has been having nightmares since he was a child, first he punched and kicked, and then he kept...moving his body, and the dragon body was hit by the pedals. , on the pillars, on the dressing table, the imperial physicians used all kinds of methods, so they had no choice but to..."

tied you up.

For three full hours, a generation of emperors rolled around on the ground, kicking chairs with their feet, grabbing the ground with their heads, beating their chests with both hands, and crying all the time.

The people present couldn't stop them, and several of them cried anxiously, and had no choice but to tie up the emperor in a big way.

Emperor Kang Ping has been practicing martial arts all these years. He can tie people up with cloth strips, and he can break free immediately, so he has to tie people up with rough ropes.

Whether it's the chief eunuch or the doctors on duty who were called over, they are all ready to die at this moment. Seeing the emperor's ugly appearance, he even tied the emperor with a rope. How can he not be executed?

Just don't implicate the family, the emperor doesn't kill people like he did when he cleaned up the court three months ago.

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