Yunqing's mana was temporarily lost, and he was imprisoned in the ancestral hall of the Jiangnan family by Jiang Nanjun.

Although she was powerless to escape, she thought that if she could hold her breath and practice, she might be able to boost the ghost yuan as soon as possible and restore her mana.

Who would have thought that she was trapped in this ancestral hall, facing the spiritual position of the ancestors of the Jiangnan family, the little strength she had left could not be exerted at all: she couldn't lift her hands, couldn't lift her breath, and had to brew for a long time to move her neck. She can't heal her injuries, let alone improve the ghost element, so she is at a loss.

For several days in a row, no matter how much she made trouble or shouted, Jiang Nanjun just ignored her.

In fact, most of the people in the Jiangnan family don't know that every late at night, when the whole mansion has fallen into a deep sleep, he will carry a lantern and come here alone, standing in front of the dormitory door, watching her reflection on the pane.

He really wanted to open the door and look at her again, because if she broke down and fled in the future, he was afraid that he would never see this sister again.

But he knew that he must not do that, so he could only stand with tears in his eyes for a while, and then quietly leave.

After a few days of trouble, Yun Qing rested. She had already figured out that if she continued to do this like this, not only would it not help, but it would also consume even more of her remaining energy.

So she began to quietly search for a solution.

was racking her brains to think, and she suddenly felt a hot feeling coming from the dantian.

She was a ghost, and it was never possible for her to feel her body temperature, even if she used the Heaven Destroying Charm, a peerless evil skill that uses fiery lava as a weapon, she could not experience the scorching heat of flowing fire. But at this time, she could feel her blood heating up.

"What's going on?" she asked herself curiously, then snapped her finger and squeezed out a drop of blood that dripped onto the candle flame on the altar.

The candle flame was splashed with her ghost's blood, and she jumped uncomfortably, and then a virtual image flashed, in which Shui Ling'er was slicing her wrist and pouring blood into ten wide-mouthed sea bowls.

"This little cub of Jiluo Mountain has begun to fight for the emperor's crown!" When he first saw him, Yun Qing was shocked, and his heart was so anxious that he was about to burn.

But after thinking about it, she was puzzled: "Why can you see what he is doing from my blood?

After thinking about it deeply, she turned her worries into joy and shouted: "I understand, it's because my divine blood is working! God has informed me in a bloody way for fairness that my competitors have begun to act! Hahaha, as evidenced by divine blood, who else dares to say that I, Yunqing, am not the legitimate heir to the divine throne?"

For a moment, she was ecstatic, and slashed at the virtual image covered by the candle flame with one palm.

It was her palm that made Shui Ling'er mistakenly think that her blood was turning from red to black, and then in the sea bowl, she saw her scarred face with white bones exposed.

Happiness is joy, and the things that make her worry are still difficult to solve: blood fever is God's prompt to her, but God will not take action for her to stop Shui Ling'er. Even if he was shocked by this discovery, sooner or later he would wake up and move on to the next step, so wouldn't it be too late for him?"

In a hurry, she no longer wanted to sit back and wait for failure, and made up her mind to break the kettle and fight for her ghost life.

She took all the cups on the altar used to worship the ancestors, emptied the wine inside, and cut her wrists, imitating Shui Ling'er to inject her own dry ghost blood.

When the color of the blood cleared slightly, she couldn't wait to melt the cross of the cross into the blood and drink the blood of the cross.

It's a pity that she is too weak to support, and after drinking blood, except for sharp abdominal pain, she can't find the feeling of entering the country at all.

Not only that, the ancestral spirit qi of Jiangnan Mansion came out at this time, besieging her, as if tying her with ropes again.

Seeing that the entry effect of the cross blood was in the past, she was so anxious that she had no master, and said in her heart: "Is it true that I can only get this failed ending and let that slut succeed?"

The unwillingness had already made her angry, and she roared angrily at a row of ancestors: "I, Yunqing, will never accept such a fateful arrangement! I have said that this is just the beginning, and I will never let the plan to seize the emperor end now! I will definitely win Xi Mutong, and I will definitely win her!"

Thinking of this, she was dead, so she grabbed a candlestick, pulled out the candle that was inserted in it, and held it to the heart and pierced it.

Suddenly, black blood poured out of her chest and splashed onto the altar. The ghost blood instantly frightened away the aura of the ancestors who besieged her, so that all the candles in the dormitory were extinguished at the same time, not only the dormitory, but also the entire Jiangnan ancestral hall, including the Xiangtang, the tea pavilion, the Ming Building in front, the courtyard in the back, the stage, etc., all fell into darkness.

"I want you old guys from the Jiangnan family to take care of me again! Hmph, this king is gone, and there will be no time in the future!"

She swayed triumphantly and plunged into the realm of the cross. (To be continued.) )