A woman disguises herself as a man: His Royal Highness is unrivaled

In the vast darkness, dark fires hung in the air, crow green, fluorescent green, and dark gold, like stars in the sky, but glowing with a frightening fluorescence.

Wu Qing tensed up, that was not a ghost fire, but a beast's eye! Monster eyes!

Demonic wolves, demonic tigers, and even more dark demonic beasts that Wu Qing could not recognize were densely gathered in the hall in front of him, with pairs of eyes shining in the dark staring at Wu Qing.

Wuqing felt a little numb from scratching, but what she was more concerned about was, how was she going to get over?

Kill him?

What a joke! Any of the monsters here are above the Xuanqing realm. One or two are fine, but if they all pounce on her, ten of them won't be enough for her!

"Ah wu——" However, at this moment, a long and powerful cry resounded through the hall. As if receiving some signal, the candlelight in the hall lit up layer by layer. The monster squatting with bent legs straightened up its front legs. Slowly retreated to both sides, then lay on the ground, revealing an empty road.

All the beasts are lying in wait!

Wu Qing blinked, what's going on?

As if feeling Wu Qing's doubts, the demon wolf at the front whined, and then waved its big furry tail towards her.

Then, Wu Qing took a step out of nowhere. Before she could carefully explore the beasts and their own strange behavior, the cold voice came again.

The soul has returned, the stars are pale, and midnight is still young.

The soul has returned, the divine power is in control, and the soul leads all directions.

When the soul returns, the bright moon scares the crow, and the waves float.

When the soul comes back, the play is poor and the sky is thin.

The emblems are raised, the corners are clear, and the lingering sound lingers in the sky. Thoughts invade Wu Qing's mind and soul.

At the beginning of chaos, heaven and earth were divided, the two gods danced Yin and Yang, and everything in heaven and earth came into being.

The sun, moon, stars, mountains, vast sea...

"What is this?" Wu Qing pressed his temples with both hands, and a ridge formed between his eyebrows. However, the only answer to her was the distant chanting, faint and faint.

The soul has returned, the stars are pale, and midnight is still young.

The soul has returned, the divine power is in control, and the soul leads all directions.

When the soul returns, the bright moon scares the crow, and the waves float.

When the soul comes back, the play is poor and the sky is thin.

"Send mountains and rivers, gamble with heaven and earth..."

"No one can kill...no one..." The surly tone was filled with a layer of eternal remoteness, hazy and erratic.

"No one... no one..."

"Shut up!" His temples began to throb without warning, and Wu Qing covered his forehead and frowned.

"No one can kill... no one..." It seems that the white clothes are better than the snow, and the green clothes are like the mist.

"Shut up!" Every word floating in the air affected her mind. Something was about to burst out of her heart, but before the time came, her mind, heart, and soul were filled with pain!

"No one... no one..."

"They can't do it...you can't do it...I can't do it either...I can't do it..." The chant continued without interruption.

"Shut up! Shut up!"

"They can't do it... you can't do it... I can't do it either... I can't do it..." The light as bright as a summer flower split the sky and covered the earth, and the mountains and rivers collapsed!

"Ah——" I have a splitting headache! Wu Qing held his head and raised his head to the sky, roaring. A burst of magical power came out, and the air waves that almost condensed into substance surged and surged around her. Three thousand black hairs were rolled up and danced wildly, and the bulging robes made a hunting sound!

"Mother!" Yanlou shouted, but did not step forward to stop her. However, this was the only way for Wu Qing to awaken as a person. He could not stop it, and he could not stop it.

When the soul comes back, the wind is blowing and the tide is pouring.

The soul returns, the flood dragon, the nirvana phoenix.

When the soul returns, the heaven and earth are in chaos, and the world is completely destroyed.

The soul returns, its feet are on the withered glory, and its hands control the wasteland.

Over and over again, over and over again, almost like chanting obsessively.

The air wave dissipated, and Wu Qing stood in the middle of the empty hall. She suddenly raised her steps and walked forward slowly, her steps swaying lightly. But those strange-colored pupils seemed to have lost their anxiety, and were hazy and blurred.

"Buzz--" With a deep murmur, the ancient door slowly opened to Wu Qing, as if he had heard some order. She took steps and walked forward with empty eyes.

Da, da, da, the tall hall is filled with thousands of years of loneliness, and the sound of rhythmic footsteps echoes in the spacious hall.

Walking through the corridor, stepping on the red carpet, crossing one door after another, and walking through one hall after another, the magic sound lingers in my ears, as if I have traveled through time and space, spanning centuries after centuries.

Finally, reach the finish line!

The candlelight on both sides is no longer dim. The one dancing on the candlestick is as black as midnight. The refreshing breath is slightly cold and evil, but it has a unique aura of evil domineering.

On the steps, there is no dragon case or throne. Instead, there is a huge spherical mist, which is moving and flickering, giving people the illusion of confusing the space.

Da da da……

Step after step, Wu Qing slowly stepped onto the steps, standing erect as if she were undergoing some ritual. The sound of the steps hitting the ground touched her heartstrings one after another. Finally, she stood facing the mist.

There was no anxiety in his empty eyes, as if he was being pulled by something. Wu Qing raised his hand, his long sleeves flying, and his green jade fingertips touched the unpredictable fog ball bit by bit, and finally...

"Hoo!" The strong wind suddenly rose, and the brilliant light burst out!

The mist that was originally quiet and peaceful suddenly rioted, swallowing up the entire main hall like water mist being swept up in the abyss! Just like the waves standing on the wall, the sand rising and the clouds moving!

"Hmm!" The severe pain in her body made Wu Qing's eyes suddenly clear, and she could not figure out what happened before. Her throat felt sweet, and a few wisps of blood stained her lips and snaked down the corners of her lips. , painted stunning traces on the neck like cold jade, and finally disappeared into the skirt of the clothes.

That mist, no, or rather power, the power of chaos, was pouring into her body crazily!

The power of chaos is not spiritual energy, but a force more powerful than spiritual energy. It is the most original power of the world! Everything in the world evolves from chaos. The spiritual energy absorbed by cultivators also originates from chaos, but the essence contained in it is different from cloud and mud!

However, as the ancient times gradually fade away from people, magicians only know aura, but they have never heard of the power of chaos! After all, the power of chaos is too overbearing, and only those who are ranked as demon gods can withstand it. It is meaningless to ordinary people.

Therefore, after everything in the ancient era evaporated overnight, the power of chaos gradually faded out of people's sight.

As for everything about the power of chaos, Wuqing, who had never seen any records, didn't know anything about it, but just like when her eyes touched the divine words on the stone tablet, the moment her mind returned to clarity, things about the power of chaos became clear to her. It popped out of the back of her mind.