Chapter 155 Who Stole the Flower of God

  "This should be the seed of the misty orchid. When the demon seed matures, it will use the mother's soul as nourishment and consume the soul power. They will eventually become unconscious puppets."

   Wuyou said, when the seeds mature, their souls will be eaten up.

   "Why did that beast do this?"

  Feng Qianwei learned that Bai Qingqiang was carrying a demon species, and she didn't understand why Li Cong killed so many people.

  "A person has no soul, what is the difference between death and death?"

   "There are always people in this world who would rather destroy than possess. This is endless greed."

  Wuyou said calmly. He walked in the dark with ease, a lamp in his hand shining brightly.

  The black fog surging around was dissipated by that light.

  Feng Qianwei walked beside him, and saw his unhurried steps. Every step seemed to span a long distance, and she almost missed it.

  After passing through the passage, she saw a tomb with complicated formations and an altar in the middle.

  A large area of ​​purple orchids is very enchanting and can draw people's minds at a glance.

  "The floral fragrance of the misty orchid will make people fall into dreams."

  Wuyou reminded him, stepping towards the purple orchid bush.

  "These are illusory flowers, and only one is the source."

  He leaned over to pick the flowers, the illusory flower was in his palm, and he was not affected at all.

   "You have to find it before you can conquer it."

"Um."

  Feng Qianwei listened to him seriously. In addition to saving people during her trip, she also had to find the real misty orchid.

  "The rest of the road, be careful yourself, the poor monk has found what you are looking for."

  The misty blue orchid on the palm of Wuyou's palm does not disperse, even if this is not the real misty orchid, but he only needs this one.

   "Thanks for leading the way."

  Feng Qianwei knew that there was no danger on the road, all because of Wuyou's help.

   "If you really want to thank you, then treat it as if you haven't met."

  Wuyou's eyes drooped, and a faint smile floated in his eyes.

he came.

  Feng Qianwei saw him disappearing in the passage, so she continued to search for Bai Qingqiang's whereabouts.

"what--"

  There was a cry of horror from the ancient tomb. She ran to follow the sound and saw women tied to a shelf.

  At this moment, Li Cong took a knife and cut a woman's hand away, letting her blood flow down, watering the purple orchid rooted in the sarcophagus in the middle.

  In the **** mist, Feng Qianwei saw that Bai Qingqiang was also here.

   "That flower should be the source of Wuyou, how can I conquer it?"

  Feng Qianwei suppressed the urge to save people in her heart. The most dangerous thing here is the flower.

   "Master, isn't there me? Have you forgotten me?"

  Phoenix Baiyuexiao's instrument spirit string, speaks with Feng Qianwei.

  It senses the power fluctuations of Wuyinlan, and only its power can suppress it.

   "If I use you once, I need to lie down for a day."

  Feng Qianwei holds the Phoenix Baiyue Xiao, she usually uses it as a sap.

   "But you have no other choice."

  Xian said seriously.

   "It seems that I can only use you."

  Feng Qianwei quite disgustedly picked up the Phoenix Baiyue flute and played it.

  When the flute sounded, the misty orchid felt danger and wanted to escape, but it was still sucked into the phoenix white moon flute.

  The sudden change caused Li Cong to lose his face in shock, and when he saw the disappearance of the misty orchid, he screamed frantically.

   "Who is it? Who stole the sacred flower?"

  There is a black air on his face, and his look is hideous. He strode over and saw Feng Qianwei.

  This place is very hidden. He didn't expect Feng Qianwei to find it.

   "You came just right, saving me from looking for you again."

  He said with red eyes, murderous all over.

  (End of this chapter)