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Just as her fingertips touched the cold, frost-like surface of the coffin, something unexpected happened.
The entire Malus spectabilis tree, which was originally quiet and silent, was now blooming with blood-red flowers.
As if it had been subjected to a powerful shock, it began to tremble violently.
The petals, densely packed among the branches, trembled violently.
It fell from the sky like a storm.
These petals, as they fell, seemed to be frozen in time.
They slowly came to a stop in mid-air, and then gradually coalesced together.
In the blink of an eye, they coalesced into seven brightly colored and strangely shaped chains.
These chains silently spread towards the crowd, coiling around the ankles of everyone around them like nimble snakes.
The moment they were bound by the chains, they felt a powerful force restraining them.
My body became incredibly heavy, and I lost the ability to move freely.
With this sudden series of changes, the entire cellar interior...
Incredible phenomena also began to emerge.
Countless complex incantations suddenly appeared on the four walls that were originally bare and without any decoration.
These incantations seemed to be summoned by a mysterious power.
Symbols written with the blood of young girls as ink.
It is flowing slowly along the thick, powerful root system of the crabapple tree. Those flowing symbols...
It's as if countless tiny lives are converging towards the same destination, both eerie and captivating, sending chills down your spine.
Seeing this, Yunshang made a quick decision. She reached out and ripped off the silk ribbon used to tie her hair.
In an instant, her once smooth, shiny, silky black hair...
It instantly turned into a beautiful blue that shimmered with a ghostly phosphorescent light, which stood out conspicuously in the dark cellar.
Then, she began to sing a song of breaking through barriers, a song unique to the merfolk race.
As the song began, the voice was like heavenly music, yet it contained a powerful force.
The powerful sound waves crashed outwards in a visible manner, like a surging wave spreading in all directions.
Wherever the sound waves reached, the air seemed to be torn apart, emitting a series of whistling sounds.
In the end, the seemingly indestructible ice coffin succumbed to the impact of the sound waves, shattering into countless ice fragments scattered across the ground.
Chapter 172 Bloody Scene, Begonia Demon Flower!
However, at that very moment, a blurry figure appeared.
It slowly emerges from the center of the crabapple tree's thick trunk.
He held a crystal-clear glass cup steadily in his hand.
Seven clusters of soul fire of different colors burned in the cup.
These seven clusters of soul flames vied for space and power, leaping and writhing frantically, greedily devouring the last remaining energy from the merman.
That is, the special life force that Yunshang recently passed on to Zhu'er.
"I have been waiting for this day for a full twenty years."
The true master of the Dragon Palace spoke with an indescribable excitement and longing.
His voice trembled slightly, and his face was filled with fanaticism.
As his slender fingers gently traced the edge of the glass vessel, the begonia plant, which had long since become a vessel for the demon, began to grow wildly.
The originally thick tree trunk quickly grew thicker and taller, and its branches and leaves spread wildly, soon turning into a huge blood-red cage that trapped everyone inside.
"Using rare mermaid pearls from the South China Sea to maintain the immortality of the soul."
Then, we will use this powerfully resilient crabapple tree to construct a completely new physical body—only in this way can we achieve this.
Only then can the so-called "grafting" be truly accomplished.
At this tense and critical moment, Yunshang remained calm and composed.
Suddenly, he let out a painful yet slight groan.
Wei Changxuan hurriedly turned to look at her, and after a careful observation, he realized that...
It turned out to be the silk ribbons used to secure the other person's clothing.
Unbeknownst to us, it had somehow become deeply embedded in the ever-spreading and expanding roots of the crabapple tree.
Those roots, like greedy tentacles, tightly wrapped around the silk ribbons.
Whenever a thin, tiny tendril breaks off,
A tiny but noticeable new scar would appear on the skin near Yunshang's neck.
Fresh blood slowly seeped out, appearing particularly glaring against her fair skin.
"Go ahead!" In order to break the current extremely unfavorable situation, Wei Changxuan did not hesitate.
He threw the jade pendant he always carried into the air.
The jade pendant traced an arc in the air, shimmering with a warm luster.
Almost simultaneously, he chanted incantations and summoned a dragon-shaped sword aura containing immense power.
A cold glint flashed by, and a dragon's roar seemed to echo in the air.
The crabapple branches and leaves that were originally obstructing the view were cut by the dragon-shaped sword energy.
In an instant, it turned into countless fragments that scattered and flew away, like a rain of leaves.
At the same time, Yunshang quickly bit her finger, and bright red blood gushed out.
She used this blood to draw a series of ancient and complex patterns in the void.
The shapes emitted a mysterious light and slowly rotated in the air.
Incredibly, these small petals, shattered by the sword energy, did not completely disappear.
Instead, they miraculously reformed and formed a mirror-like plane.
The mirror reflected a scene that caused the princess's posture to suddenly stiffen—
In the scene, the body of the woman who once lay peacefully in the ice coffin, like Sleeping Beauty, begins to gradually dissipate.
It turned into specks of light and disappeared into the air.
(Wang Dede)
Replacing her was a familiar yet sorrowful figure:
She was a woman who was suffering greatly and curled up in a ball.
At that moment, the woman's face was filled with pain, and her body was trembling uncontrollably.
Bright red, burning blood vessels were continuously drawing life force from her body.
It was supplied to the increasingly strong, robust, and nearly mature begonia flower demon.
The scene was extremely horrifying and cruel, making it unbearable to watch.
Chapter 173 Shock and Doubt, Dragon Blood of the North Sea!
Yunshang tilted her head slightly, her hair swaying gently with the movement.
She raised her hand and slowly wiped away the glaring red blood from the corner of her mouth with her sleeve.
Her movements were gentle, yet her weakness was undeniable. In her palm, a silver lock engraved with the crest of the North Sea royal family quietly appeared.
In the dimly lit cellar, it gleamed with a cold light, and felt icy and heavy to the touch, as if it carried countless past events and secrets.
Her gaze was deep and complex, like a bottomless pool.
At that moment, memories of the past surged before her eyes like a tidal wave.
The pain and anger of betrayal spread wildly in my heart.
"So you even schemed against your own daughter."
Yunshang's voice trembled slightly, carrying a hint of disbelief and a sob.
Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
"When you used puppetry to switch the real princess back then, did you ever consider that the Soul-Devouring Curse would backfire on the caster?"
She stared intently at the person before her, who was once so familiar but now felt utterly foreign.
The disappointment and pain in his eyes were clearly visible.
In an instant, the surrounding cellars seemed to be violently shaken by an invisible giant hand.
The ground shook violently, and the stone slabs on the ground cracked.
Dust began to fall from the walls, as if the whole earth was groaning in pain.
The core of the array that originally supported the grafting technique,
Cracks spread rapidly like a spider web, gradually collapsing with a dull thud.
At this moment, the palace master no longer possessed the previous arrogance and composure.
His face was contorted in a grotesque grimace, the muscles on his face twitching and contorting, and the veins on his forehead bulging like wriggling earthworms.
He frantically urged the glass cup in his hand, chanting incantations in a sharp and urgent voice.
They were attempting to salvage their impending defeat through this last-ditch effort.
His eyes were bloodshot, filled with madness and resentment.
It looked like a wild beast trapped in a desperate situation, making its last stand.
At the same time, a cold light flashed past like a shooting star above everyone's heads.
Everyone looked up in astonishment and saw Qingjie's figure appear like a ghost, tiptoeing quietly towards the unconscious Zhu'er.
Qingjie's eyes were cold and resolute, and the poisoned dagger in her hand gleamed with a chilling light.