Fights Break Sphere: The only daughter of Emperor Hun Tian, ​​I am the young master of the Hun Clan

Chapter 28 The First Killing Formation in Memory

The cave of the Amethyst Winged Lion King, like his master, is inlaid with sparkling purple crystals everywhere, which looks extremely beautiful.

Inside the cave, Hun Qinghao looked around with his hands on his hips, nodding with satisfaction, "Although it can't compare to the palace I have in the Soul Realm, it's still pretty good. The big lion really knows how to enjoy himself!"

When Hun Qinghao saw the purple spherical object on the purple crystal platform in the center of the cave, his eyes lit up and he ran over, whispering, "This is the companion purple crystal source..."

"This pure energy is not bad!"

"Companion Purple Crystal Source?" Yao Chen hurried over when he heard about this thing. Looking at the purple ball in front of him, surprise flashed in his eyes, "It really is a companion purple crystal source. Wow, I didn't expect this purple crystal winged lion king to have this thing!"

Hun Qinghao naturally knew how the companion amethyst source was produced, and that was why she was particularly curious.

So, she tilted her head to look at Yao Chen, and asked curiously, "I'm very curious. This Amethyst Winged Lion King sounds like a male, so how did he produce the accompanying amethyst source?"

"Uh... maybe he is hermaphrodite." Yao Chen's smile froze and he answered vaguely.

The little girl's focus is really unique, and no one in the entire Douqi Continent has ever paid attention to this.

"Don't worry about this. No matter how it is produced, you just need to know that this thing is a good thing." Yao Chen rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "I broke into the caves of eight purple crystal winged lion kings in the past, but I didn't find the companion purple crystal source. I didn't expect that a small place like the Northwest Continent would have it!"

When Yao Chen thought that Hun Qing would dig up all the Amethyst Source, he saw her step down from the Amethyst Platform. He asked in surprise, "Xiao Qing'er, this Amethyst Source is a rare treasure. Why don't you take it?"

Hun Qinghao smiled and explained, "The Purple Crystal Winged Lion King is already my mount, and his child is also my own. I have seen all kinds of good things, so I would not covet the food of his little monster."

The Amethyst Winged Lion King, who had just entered, heard what Hun Qinghao said, and his resentment towards her for forcibly enslaving him dissipated a lot.

At this time, the little lion king who was sleeping in the pile of amethyst stones just woke up.

The little fellow was sleepy and hadn't figured out what was going on. He subconsciously looked at the Amethyst Winged Lion King with confused eyes.

The Purple Crystal Winged Lion King walked up to his child and rubbed against him affectionately. Then he looked up at Hun Qinghao and said in a low voice: "The Companion Purple Crystal Source is extremely important to my child. Thank you for not taking it away!"

The Amethyst Winged Lion King knew that if Hun Qinghao really wanted to monopolize the Companion Amethyst Source, then he, who was under her control, would definitely not be able to stop her.

Hun Qinghao snorted lightly and said proudly: "I don't like it, but I didn't leave it for you!"

"I plan to take the transformation pill, so I'll trouble you to take care of this child." The Amethyst Winged Lion King pushed the little lion in front of Hun Qinghao.

After entrusting the child to Hun Qing, the Amethyst Winged Lion King walked to the corner, lay down, and then took the transformation pill.

In front of the amethyst stone, only the little Amethyst Winged Lion King and Hun Qing were staring at each other.

Although the little Amethyst Winged Lion King is just a cub, its size is still very large compared to Hun Qing.

The little guy blinked his eyes, very curious about this beautiful girl who treated even his own father well.

Looking at the little lion's clear, ignorant and a little stupid eyes, Hun Qinghao couldn't help but want to bully him.

Just do it if you want to. Hun Qinghao didn't hesitate at all. He held the little Amethyst Winged Lion King's head with both hands and started rubbing it.

Little Amethyst Winged Lion King: "..."

Because of his father's good attitude towards Hun Qing, the little guy dared not speak out and looked very aggrieved. After rubbing enough, Hun Qinghao held his cheek with one hand and began to seriously fool the little boy.

"Little guy, I am your father's new master, so I am naturally your master as well."

"Master, give you a name. How about you be called Xiao Zi from now on..."

The little lion, who was just born not long ago, had no chance to get around Hun Qing and was soon fooled into losing his way.

Yao Chen, who witnessed the whole process, stood by and shook his shoulders while trying to hold back his laughter.

The little girl has really grown up. She can even fool kids who are even more innocent than her without batting an eyelid!

Hun Qinghao suddenly turned around and glared at Yao Chen with her beautiful eyes, "What are you laughing at? You are idle all day long. I still have work to do. Xiao Zi will be left to you to take care of for the next two days."

Yao Chen expressed his dissatisfaction: "...How can I be idle? Don't I refine pills for you every day?"

But Hun Qinghao ignored him, turned around, walked to the side, sat cross-legged, waved her hand, and a two-meter-long picture made of unknown material appeared in front of her.

Half of the picture is blank, while the other half is engraved with complex patterns, like two immortal swords, ancient and mysterious, filled with endless evil and murderous aura, which is daunting.

When Yao Chen saw this picture, he knew what Hun Qinghao was going to do. He sent the trembling little Amethyst Winged Lion King aside, and then hurriedly came in front of Hun Qinghao despite the overwhelming murderous aura.

"Qing'er is going to draw this picture again." Grabbing her hand that was about to start writing, Yao Chen asked the puzzlement in his heart: "I don't understand, what on earth is this picture? Why is it worth you to spend all your soul power to engrave it?"

When she was at the Xiao family, she was seen using her soul power to engrave this ferocious picture several times. Afterwards, she would become weak for several days because her soul power was exhausted.

Hearing this, Hun Qinghao paused slightly, looked up at Yao Chen, starlight twinkling in his purple eyes.

After a moment, she smiled and slowly said, "This is something from my inherited memory, a... killing formation that is powerful enough to destroy the heavens and the earth, called the Immortal Execution Sword Formation!"

She is the twelfth-rank black lotus of destruction. She has naturally seen the Demon Ancestor Luohou's sword formation of killing immortals, and more than once.

This number one killing formation in the universe was thus remembered firmly by her original body, the Black Lotus of Destruction, by instinct. Now that her original body was sealed, she could still rely on her original body's memory to engrave the formation diagram with the power of her soul.

As for the Four Zhu Xian Swords, she had also started to forge them early on. Although they were only imitations and combined with the formation diagram she carved, their power might not be even one-tenth of the original Zhu Xian sword formation, but in this world, they were still a powerful weapon.

"Although the Soul Clan stands at the top of the Douqi Continent, it's always a good idea for me to prepare some trump cards in advance."

Hun Qinghao had a strong intuition that this Douqi Continent was definitely not as simple as it appeared on the surface, and that there must be more terrifying forces hidden in the deeper darkness.

The brother Linglong whom she met when she was young is the best example.

"No matter what, I must draw the formation diagram of the Zhu Xian Sword Formation."

"I have been drawing this picture for ten years. There is absolutely no reason for me to give up!"

Hun Qinghao's eyes were extremely firm, and his clear voice revealed a persistence that no one could change.

She had been painting for ten years and had only finished half of it. If she gave up, it would mean that all her ten years of hard work would have been wasted.

This is absolutely not okay!
(End of this chapter)