Rong Xian stretched out her hand to take the Mu Ling Bead, hesitated, took out the little snake from her sleeve, and said slowly: "Xiao Jin, take a good look at my eldest prince." ”

She said that, regardless of the fact that the little snake was still asleep and couldn't hear it at all, she directly stuffed the snake into the wood spirit bead.

Ah Jin: "......"

After retrieving the Wood Spirit Bead, she lay back on the bed.

Rong Xian's eyes were as deep as a cold pool, and her expression was as calm as an ancient well.

She had just wanted to send the Great Prince of the Sword Emperor, who had inherited her bloodline, to the Creation Pool, but she stopped just as she was about to move.

It's not that there was an accident, it's that she can't trust the creation pool.

That's right, Rong Xian is not only cautious, but also suspicious.

Everyone knows about the Creation Pool, and after countless years, who knows if anyone has studied the Creation Pool thoroughly, and then will do something to the Creation Pool.

Will there be people with malicious intentions who have unlocked the ban on the Creation Pool, take away the blood they need to contain the people they are plotting, or directly manipulate the children conceived by the Creation Pool?

Rong Xian had too much uncertainty in her heart, so she used a drop of ordinary blood to create a substitute in the Creation Pool, and this substitute appeared only to deal with her suspicions.

If there is really something wrong with the Creation Pool, and the child born of this drop of blood is also controlled by others, then it would be even better.

She had already deprived the child of her bloodline power at the beginning of her conception, and no matter how much she grew, it was under her control.

What's more, if someone used that child to coerce her—

Rong Xian squinted her eyes with interest, and when the time came, she would be beaten with chickens and eggs.

She's going to kill that kid first, and then she'll teach the rat in the shadows how to behave.

She didn't want to be threatened by anyone, and no one was qualified to threaten her, and Rong Xian didn't allow herself to fall into such an embarrassing situation!

As for the question of whether the child was innocent or not, Rong Xian sneered, it was not the bloodline that carried what she hoped to appear.

Just like when she was in the Little Thousand Realms, Shen Jiu stayed with her as a container carrying the essence and blood of the Sword Emperor, and that child was just a game that she laid down at will.

The children of the Rong family, except for Rong Yu, are only the future Sword Emperor Prince.

Whether it is Tongzhou or Fu Yuhuang, or the second prince who may be pinched out to protect the eldest prince in the future, it is all a trick.

What Rong Xian is best at is to plan ahead, she would rather think more and more, even if it turns out that she thinks too much and does useless work, it doesn't matter, it is better than an accident that catches her off guard.

If she really thinks too much, she is willing to give him a lifetime of honor for the child in the Creation Pool.

Well, that's a bit of a long way off.

It's too early for a child to be born.

Rong Xian closed her eyes slightly, and the prohibition surrounded outside the dormitory disappeared silently.

She rubbed her aching head, and suddenly her body stiffened.

She was vaguely aware of a terrible problem.

The same cultivation pool helps many monks to conceive children at the same time, which is like a woman giving birth to many monks, thinking about it, Rong Xian only feels that she is not wiser than not putting the eldest prince in it.

Rong Xian: "......"

Besides, it's okay if you don't have a partner, as long as the child is your own blood, you don't care about forbearance.

But if you have a partner, let the Creation Pool help conceive the child, and the child is who's.

I always felt that the monks of the Thousand Realms had a green cloud covering their heads.

Thinking like this, Rong Xian uttered a meaningful syllable: "-Hmm." ”

She endured it, but she still couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Today's Middle Thousand Realms are really full of green." ”

Fortunately, no one else knew what Rong Xian was thinking, otherwise I am afraid that I would not be able to look directly at the Creation Pool in the future.

And those monks who use the Creation Pool to conceive children must be embarrassed, and the monks who are late to be conceived by the Creation Pool will also be embarrassed, I don't know if they will call the Creation Pool Daddy.

Ah no, I should have called my mother.

Well, I don't know who will be more embarrassed in the end.

Rong Xian propped her head and pursed her lips and laughed: "A creation pool can hold up a world." ”

But after laughing, Rong Xian's expression became subtle, because she remembered that she had also sent a drop of blood to the Creation Pool.

This kind of thing of finding a green hat belt for herself made her tangled.

Of course, Rong Xian didn't dwell on it for long, the injury on her soul attacked, her head hurt again, and the relaxed mood just now suddenly disappeared.

Looking at the sky, there was still an hour before it was time for dinner.

Rong Xian frowned slightly, she couldn't go with this weak attitude.

She lay on her side on the bed, her head propped up with one hand, her eyes slightly closed, and her spirit sank into consciousness.

In the consciousness space, the small sword was suspended in the air with a scorching light.

She looked down at her dim soul and sighed, feeling that this artifact really couldn't be used casually.

Fortunately, her previous cultivation had improved a lot, otherwise this time the backlash would definitely be stronger.

Rong Xian turned into a streamer and flew into the small sword, and came to this empty and dead world, where the lonely stone tablet still stands.

Rong Xian glanced at the stele casually, her palms were spread flat, and the golden spirit beads, water spirit beads, and wood spirit beads were suspended above her palms.

She stretched out her hand and grabbed the three spirit beads in the air, and the trace of heavenly dao power that was intercepted during the sacrifice to the heavens turned into an eye and appeared above her head.

Even if it was just a trace of strength, when Rong Xian looked directly into this eye, there was still a feeling of humility and insignificance.

This is order, it is rule, it is the vastness of power.

Rong Xian waited for a while, but did not find anything unusual, and then she was sure that the little sword given by the first emperor was really a space of its own and could isolate the Heavenly Dao.

The corners of Rong Xian's mouth curled slightly, and she no longer had any scruples, and directly began to refine her eyes on the spot.

Xu is the reason why he has done the Heavenly Dao, and Rong Xian's refining of this Heavenly Dao power is exceptionally smooth.

After the refining was completed, this eye quickly rushed into Rong Xian's eyebrows.

Rong Xian was slightly stunned, and casually conjured up a water mirror, which reflected the appearance of her soul.

There was a purple mark on the center of her eyebrows, which looked like a red mark from an accidental scratch.

But Rong Xian knew that this was not a simple red mark, this was a small Heavenly Dao Eye with the power of Heavenly Dao.

Rong Xian waved her hand, and the water mirror dispersed.

Her mind moved, and the person had returned to her body.

On the dragon bed, Rong Xian opened her eyes, and a touch of purple gas flashed in her eyes.

She sensed it carefully, and found that the power of refining did not arouse the idea of Heavenly Dao, so she was completely relieved, but this power did not help her alleviate the injury of her soul as she thought.

Rong Xian propped her head and sighed: "It seems that I have to go to the small world to heal." ”

However, she was particularly interested in the little sword that led to the small world, and when her eldest prince grew up and regained his memory, she could still ask about it.

Thinking of this, a smile tugged at the corner of Rong Xian's mouth, and her soul sank back into her consciousness and flew into the small sword.

She came to the stele, her palm brushed over the stele, and a spatial door slowly opened.

Rong Xian lifted her footsteps and walked in.

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