Chapter 450 Suddenly eating a big melon

A strong and sharp force pierced directly towards her spiritual altar.

Rampant among them, trying to control everything about her.

She suddenly raised her hands and held her head.

The small body was curled up on the dragon bed. This small world was silent and seemed to be isolated.

The young man suddenly appeared in the bedroom.

A hint of murderous intent flashed across his always calm face, and a flash of red light flashed in his eyes.

His slightly cold hands were placed on Lu Chaochao's head, and his gentle yet domineering power drove away the foreign consciousness.

At this moment, Lu Chaochao was sweating profusely.

"What...what's going on? Someone actually took the body?" Lu Chaochao's face was full of surprise, and sweat dropped drop by drop.

The young man took out his handkerchief and carefully wiped her cold sweat.

"It's not about seizing a body, it's about controlling the soul."

"Chaochao, you are mentally damaged, that's why you said this." There was a flash of anger in his eyes, but he hid it very well in front of Lu Chaochao.

The power of heaven comes from the three realms, and the evil desires of the three realms continue to be affected.

"Did Hanchuan discover me? Want to control me?" Lu Chaochao looked surprised. Hanchuan actually had such ability?

"Not yet."

"I'm afraid he doesn't know that you are the Emperor of the Southern Kingdom. It's just that he bumped into you by accident."

Lu Chaochao stood up suddenly.

Suddenly I remembered the words of God Li Guang, the God Realm will control the mortal world, and the emperor will be the puppet of the God Realm.

"Go to the embassy!" Lu Chaochao stretched out his hand toward Tiandao.

She has a broken mind and is easily taken advantage of, so she can only rely on the way of heaven.

The young man was slightly startled, picked her up, and disappeared from the spot quietly.

Vatican Embassy.

As soon as Lu Chaochao landed, the sound of wooden fish came from all directions, each one faster than the other.

"The Evil-Destroying Sutra they recited is ineffective against soul control techniques."

The young man glanced at the sky: "He is not evil."

In the courtyard, countless disciples knocked on wooden fish, chanted scriptures, and surrounded the eminent monk in cassocks. The eminent monk's face was covered with cold sweat, the compassion in his eyes disappeared, and he was even a bit arrogant.

I feel deeply at odds with the eminent monk.

"He's controlling the soul!"

Suddenly...the sound of faint footsteps came to my ears.

Lu Chaochao was startled, and when he turned his head, he saw Xie Yuzhou wearing inner clothes with narrowed eyes in the courtyard.

"What is he doing here?" Then I thought about it and realized that the Beizhao Embassy was right next door.

"Why did he close his eyes?" Lu Chaochao was curious.

"He should... sense something. Some things are engraved into the soul and cannot be erased in all lifetimes." The young man held Chao Chao away and watched helplessly as he stood in front of the monk.

Squinting his eyes, he sat down cross-legged.

I have never come into contact with Buddhism, but now everything comes easily to me.

He was chanting something softly in his mouth. When Lu Chaochao listened carefully, it seemed to be a scripture.

"Look!" Lu Chaochao's eyes widened.

I saw a circular magic circle appearing under Xie Yuzhou's seat, and the scriptures he read from his mouth turned into swastikas glowing with golden light, surrounding everyone.

Countless swastikas were floating in the sky.

"The foreign consciousness has been dispelled." The young man said with a smile.

He raised his hand and gently stroked Chao Chao's head. If it weren't for you, the heaven would collapse and the three realms would be destroyed. Because of you, the Three Realms have survived to this day.

You are the root of the three realms.

So, everything will be around you.

The young man hugged Chao Chao and left the Vatican Embassy again.

When he landed, he saw that the splendid interior looked nothing like the original appearance of the embassy, ​​and Lu Chaochao knew...

It's the West Vietnamese Embassy.

Xiyue is rich and wealthy.

"Yulang, what's wrong with you?! Please wake up!" As soon as Lu Chaochao entered the door, he heard a voice that seemed familiar.

"Yulang, look at me, I'm Ali!"

"ah!"

"Yu Lang!"

Lu Chaochao was suspicious. Why did this voice sound like that of Saint Jingli?

But, this is the sleeping chamber of the Western Vietnamese Emperor! !

Then he saw Saint Jingli covering her heart, with traces of blood seeping from her fingertips.

Lu Chaochao tilted his head and looked at him.

Hey, he is wearing the clothes of the Western Vietnamese Emperor.

"Please, Your Majesty Zhaoyang, save Yu...save Your Majesty. Your Majesty suddenly lost control tonight. He seemed to have lost his mind and was being controlled. He doesn't know people and has no sense." Jing Li's eyes were red, and he even The voice was a little shaky.

"Did he hurt you?" Lu Chaochao asked.

Saint Jingli nodded.

Lu Chaochao was able to pull out the Chaoyang Sword, and he had always had an inexplicable trust in Lu Chaochao.

At this moment, the king of Xiyue was holding a long sword in his hand, which was still bleeding. He was covering his head and roaring uncontrollably.

"Ali, let's go quickly..."

He seemed unable to control his thoughts and actions, and was crying in pain, but he walked towards Jingli step by step with his sword in hand.

"I won't leave! You and I are one, advancing and retreating together!" Saint Jingli never flinched at all.

When Lu Chaochao heard that sentence, you and I are one, his eyes widened suddenly.

I was caught off guard and took a big bite of melon!

‘He, he, he, they have an affair? ? ’

‘It is rumored that the status of the Saint of Xiyue is higher than that of the Emperor of Xiyue. I thought they would compete for power! ! Co-authored, they became a couple? ’

‘Ahhhhh, such a big melon is so easy to hold! ’

The Xiyue Emperor's eyes were filled with fierceness, and he slowly raised his sword towards Saint Jingli.

When the sword was about to fall, Tiandao knocked him away with a palm.

The Emperor of Xiyue hit the wall straight and spit out a mouthful of blood.

The foreign consciousness was instantly shattered.

"Yulang!" Jing Li hurriedly rushed forward, hugging the Xiyue Emperor and crying.

"Yulang, are you okay? Are you...are you still Yulang?" His voice was trembling, and he gently pressed his forehead against the man's forehead, his whole body trembling with nervousness.

The man coughed and spit out another mouthful of blood. He held Jing Li's hand and shook his head slightly.

He forced himself to raise his hand and wiped Jing Li's tears: "It's me, I'm not afraid."

Jing Li wiped his tears and nodded: "Your Majesty Zhaoyang, Jing Li has never asked you for anything. Today, I dare to ask you once!" He turned around and knelt in front of Lu Chaochao.

"I hope His Majesty Zhaoyang can keep what happened today deep in his heart."

"I was only three years old when I was chosen as the Saint."

"My parents didn't want to give up their wealth, so they disguised me as a girl and sent me to a forbidden place. The forbidden place was lonely and cold, no one could speak and no one could enter."

"It was him who sneaked in every day to accompany me and spend that scary time."

"I am a disaster." He smiled bitterly and looked at the Emperor of West Vietnam, who was intertwined with him.

The emperor's eyes were bright and sharp, but there was always a bit of gloom in his eyes. When he touched his gaze, his eyes softened and he held his hand tightly.

"Jing Li led the Emperor of Xiyue to fall, and he deserves death. But he is innocent. At the beginning, he did not know that I was disguised as a woman."

"By the time the identity is exposed, it will be too late to recover."

Jing Li never interfered with his marriage and children, but the Xiyue Emperor insisted on leaving the harem empty.

Even though he was forced to marry by hundreds of officials and the veteran was killed in the Jinluan Palace with blood splattering three feet, he still withstood the pressure.

The two of them did not dare to do anything out of the ordinary.

The brief exchange of eyes was already a rare tenderness. (End of chapter)