Chapter 452: Lord God

Inside the door of the space that was hit by unexpected forces, the space forces were very disordered.
Yu's butler's location of Yushifu's mansion was also inaccurate. After returning from the Nether with three subordinates, Yu's butler came to Fuyuguan.
At this time, he could not care about being treated as a spy by the garrison, and only worried about where the young master was.
He looked around without feeling the slightest breath of the young master.
What he is most worried about now is that the young master is teleported to the enemy country. If the young master has a three-pronged one ...
Yu's butler's legs softened and he knelt.
He drew a coffin on the ground, a little heart-broken.
Should he prepare for the aftermath now? Or go to the old man and ask the old man to ask him for a favor?
... hmm.
However, Shen Jiuyu, who was devoted to the housekeeper Yu, was a little hesitant. He looked around and found that he was actually on a cliff.
Shen Jiuliu: "..." Say okay to land directly at home?
Cheated! Shen Jiu Liu had only one idea in his mind.
When he saw the unconscious figure not far away, he hurried over.
After turning that person over, Shen Jiu's face was full of surprise: "Let Jun obey?"
Is the person who suddenly flew out before is Ling Jun? Why did he follow Zhong Qianjie?
He looked at Ling Juncong, who was unconscious, and almost exploded.
He could have arrived at home in good condition, met the legendary elder, and then entered the palace with the elder to meet the girl who had been thinking about him.
As a result, Jun was so engaged, he now had his eyes darkened, and he had no idea where it was.
Shen Jiuliu stood with his sword in place, no matter how he solved it, he was a little angry.
He put up with it, but he didn't hold back. One kick would make Jun Congji farther away, which made him more comfortable.
Then he walked to Ling Juncong and took him back to his original position. Then he stood beside Ling Juncong, ready to wait until he was awake before reconciling.
But what he waited first was not the soberness of Jun Cong, but a strong man with white hair and white beard.
The old man appeared out of thin air, staring at the unconscious Ling Juncong in an instant, murmured: "It really makes the blood of the family."
As long as the family members want to rise across space, they will inevitably be dragged by the bloodline and appear in front of the strongest members of the same bloodline.
Before, he faintly sensed that the juniors were soaring, but he did not expect it to be true.
A few years ago, he felt that the blood in the Nether had been slaughtered by the mysterious man, so angry that he almost went into the devil, and his internal injuries have not been so good now.
Now he saw the only bloodline, and he was a little happy.
The old man looked at Shen Jiuli with vigilant eyes and asked condescendingly, "junior, have you just risen up?"
Shen Jiuru looked coldly, "Yes."
The old man asked again, "are you together?"
Shen Jiuyu hesitated, and said, "Yes."
The old man nodded, rolled a sleeve, and took the two directly away.
Shen Jiuliu: "..."
You can see Xiao Xian, the steward of the housekeeper.
When the news of Shen Jiuluo's disappearance arrived at Yushifu, the person who spread the message did not dare to look at the face of the Grandpa.
He rubbed his arms, only to feel the air was so cold that his goosebumps came out.
"Tell the housekeeper that if he can't find anyone, he won't have to return." Yu Guogong said coldly.
The messenger took a nap and went down immediately.
After the news reached the palace, Rong Xian handed out the worn-out purse and handed it to Yizhu, and said, "Take it to the Grand Duke. . "
Yizhu respectfully accepted: "No."
Rong Xian casually flipped through a page of books, originally thinking of throwing Shen Jiu Liu directly onto the battlefield, but he did not expect that he had an accident halfway through.
If Shen Jiuliu had Yu family blood, she really didn't want to keep that person.
Because the man always looked at her with a grieving expression, as if she was scum.
Since the ancient dregs match, the comparison can reveal her dregs.
Even if she is scum, she doesn't like sluts.
As long as the Guogong stayed for a long time, she didn't have to worry about that person.
As long as the man didn't come to her eyes, he was just a stranger to the left and right.
The news of Shen Jiuliu did not cause any ripples in Rong Xian's heart. Instead, she wondered what kind of power would disturb the position of the steward.
Idle and idle, she set aside the medical book aside, sitting cross-legged on the soft collapse and began to deduct the magic.
A flash of purple light flashed from her eyebrows, and an obscure force rose from her body, absorbing the mysterious and undulating waves, covering the door of the space that had been opened.
For a moment, Rong Xian opened her eyes.
The people of the house.
She leaned back on the chair, stroking the wrinkles that did not exist on her sleeves, and the smile at the corner of her mouth deepened.
It was obviously a soft and gentle smile, but it gave birth to a coldness in the entire study.
The door erupted into the little in her eyes accidentally, and she suddenly felt a kind of coldness.
His face was full of fear, his body flinched, he took a half step back, and fell straight off the steps.
Rong Xian glanced at him faintly, with a faint tone like Baishuidao: "The imperial ancestor of the imperial palace, go to the director to receive the penalty."
The didn't dare to lift his head and said, "Noah, noah."
After the little crawled away with a rolling belt, Rong Xian converged all the edges and corners of the whole body, and changed back to an approachable appearance.
Suddenly, she felt a consciousness and felt that the three reincarnations of the eldest prince were over, and she wanted to return to rest.
Rong Xian's spirit came to the small sword of the consciousness space. The space inside the small sword was still silent, only a stone monument stood.
Looking at the door to the space to be opened on the stele, Rong Xian took out a small palace model from the mustard space.
She threw her hand up, and the palace grew instantly in a solitary world, beautiful and fairy.
This palace was tributed by the people below, and now used here, just to let her eldest prince rest inside.
When the rest is done, continue the cycle.
When to grow to her satisfaction and when to stop.
After everything was arranged, the gate on the stone tablet was completely opened, and two souls greeted from it.
Rong Xian looked for a moment, and there was a hint of relief in her eyes.
It seems that after three reincarnations, her eldest prince's soul has grown steadily, and she is no longer as weak as before.
As for the small gold entangled in the body of the Prince, it was directly ignored by Rong Xian.
"Who are you?" Asked the eldest crown prince, who grew into a juvenile.
Rong Xian blinked, a serious nonsense: "You can call my Lord God."
Grand Prince :! !!
This is the legend that the heavens and the worlds control the reincarnation to kill each other and then use people as nutrients to provide their own main god? !!
Well, this prefix is ​​a bit long.
The eldest prince was frightened, and the black hand who had been controlling his non-stop reincarnation appeared!
The eldest prince used his consciousness to communicate with this companion snake who has been following him: "She is the black hand behind the scenes, Akin, we have teamed up to kill her, and this Lord God space is ours."
Akin: "..." I didn't see that the eldest prince still had such an ambitious target, and even the big devil dare to kill.
Seeing the big devil's smiling look, Akin shuddered and buried himself in the arms of the Prince, pretending to be a dead snake.
Snake: Weak and pathetic and helpless.
The Grand Prince still hasn't stopped, and there is a kind of momentum of # 初生 牛 狸 不 忧 虎 Tiger, quietly spreading the voice: "Don't be afraid, after killing the Lord God, I am the new Lord God."
Snake: "... isn't it good to live?"