Hurry~
As the flags with gold-plated array patterns danced, the air on the Bagua Platform seemed to be much colder.
No, it doesn't seem that when Huaiqing danced the soul-summoning banner, the sky above the star-gazing building was filled with clouds, covering the sunshine and surging layer by layer.
Woo woo...
The air flow passed through the hollow flagpoles made of gold and stone, making crying like crying.
Song Qing frowned, feeling that his soul seemed to be leaving his body with the crying sound.
This broken flag is about to draw my soul out... Song Qing took out a block from his arms and plugged his ears, and then he felt better.
The Singing Gold Stone has been once again become the Spirit Stone and the Ghost Stone. Where it is located, there must be a gathering of ghosts, so it is one of the main materials for the Soul Conjuring Banner.
Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo w
The wailing sound suddenly became violent, and inside and outside the capital, the wronged souls were awakened. Some of them crawled out of the wet and cold river water, some rose from abandoned old houses, and some floated out of the graves covered with weeds...
The wind was howling, and the clouds were covered with clouds above my head, and the entire Sitianjian was shrouded in a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere.
The white-clothed sorcerers in Sitianjian had already been notified and went downstairs one after another. No living people were allowed to exist on the third floor.
Wei Yuan, my soul is back!
On the shaking soul-summoning banner, gilded array talismans lit up, and drifted into the distance with the airflow from the banner, like a twisted way of guidance.
……
Jingshan City.
On the towering altar, the young statue wearing a gorgeous robe and a crown of thorns shook gently.
In the distance, the wind was swept with a golden light, extending from the end of the sky, paving the road of broken gold.
A figure in blue slowly floated up above the head of the Witch God sculpture, and then sank, repeating this.
Every time the figure in Qingyi surfaced, a clear light lit up between the young statue's eyebrows, pressing his soul back into the sculpture.
Wei Yuan, my soul is back!
At the end of the golden road, a clear call came from the voice.
The figure of Qingyi, which was not real enough, emerged again, and her illusory body shook frequently, as if she was trying her best to float upwards, trying to break free from the sculpture.
Inside the sculpture, a stream of black air rushes over the figure of Qingyi, as if helping him.
But the three forces were also suppressed by the sealing force between the eyebrows of the Witch God sculpture.
After repeated several times, the black gas and the figure of the blue-clothed became sluggish and no longer tried.
No matter how much the call at the end of the broken gold road sounded, Qingyi's figure did not appear again.
……
Wei Yuan, my soul is back!
Huaiqing felt a coldness in his arms, and held the flagpole's hand and formed a thin ice shell.
The advantages of the martial artist are reflected at this time. If Song Qing came to dance the soul-summoning banner, his hands had frozen into stones and cracked inch by inch.
As for the toxins brought by the magic weapon, although Huaiqing felt a slight discomfort, with the physique of a fourth-grade warrior, it would not be hindered in a short period of time, as long as it stopped within a quarter of an hour.
The clouds shrouded above Si Tianjian's head became bigger and bigger, and the temperature was getting lower and lower. The power of the soul-summoning banner affected the surroundings, causing Si Tianjian to vaguely turn into an underworld, and ghosts inside and outside Kyoto flocked to us.
Some of them wander over the Bagua Platform; some penetrate walls and windows and invade Sitianjian; some fly around the Stargazing Tower.
In the Sitian Supervisory, the sorcerers held different storage tools, catching the ghosts dancing all over the room like children snatching butterflies.
Quickly, collect them quickly, these are excellent refining tools and refining materials.
It's a good thing that a pie falls from the sky.
Be careful, don't take away Wei Yuan's soul.
While excited about the amount of materials, the white-clothed warlocks sighed and thought that there were too many people who died inside and outside Kyoto recently.
After a person dies, his soul will gather within seven days, and then completely disappear within half a month, and he will not be able to survive in the world forever through himself.
In other words, the ghosts brought by the Soul Conjuring Banner are all new ghosts, people who died in the past half a month.
Another half a quarter of an hour... Song Qing took a look at the smaller the shorter the shorter, and the incense that was about to burn out, and his face suddenly became a little ugly:
Why hasn't Wei Yuan's soul come yet?
It’s unreasonable. Is it really because you are not familiar with Your Majesty, so I refuse to come back?
Huai Qing's beautiful face is already blue and white, with white eyelashes stained with white frost, and a trace of anxiety slowly condensed between his eyebrows, and shouted:
Less nonsense and see what went wrong.
Song Qing didn't say anything anymore. He first checked the formation. Although he did not intend to be promoted to a formation master, he had learned all the formations he should learn. With enough materials and Feng Shui treasure land, Song Qing could also form a powerful formation.
It’s just that you can’t have a formation arises like a formation master.
There is no problem with the soul-summoning array, there is no problem with the soul-summoning banner, and there is no problem with the body and soul...
After Song Qing finished speaking, he looked up at the graceful back of the empress.
You mean, I have a problem?Huai Qing raised his eyebrows.
She swore that Song Qing dared to be in trouble at this time, and she turned around and sentenced Song Qing to the death of Caishikou.
Song Qing frowned, pondered for a long time, and said:
There are two possibilities: Wei Yuan's soul has either been completely wiped out or has been sealed in some way, so even a top magic weapon like the Soul Conjuring Banner cannot be summoned.
He showed his rigor when doing alchemy experiments.
Huaiqing pondered for a moment, dancing the soul-suming banner while looking back:
What's the solution?
Song Qing replied:
I was just joking with His Majesty and said that Xu Qi'an is more suitable for summoning souls, except that he has Wei Yuan's bloodline... Well, it's not very accurate to say this, just be fine.
But the main reason is that Xu Qi'an has enough luck.
Huaiqing frowned:
Luck?
What she wondered was, does it still require luck to summon souls?If you have such a joke, what is the use of a soul-suming banner?
Song Qing shrugged:
I don't understand. This was the oral explanation of Zhao Shou General Wei Yuan's remnant soul when he was sent to Sitianjian.He said that if he wanted to recall Wei Yuan's soul in the future, then let Xu Qi'an come because he had enough luck.
Huaiqing thought about it and asked:
Xu Qian knew about this?
Of course I know it.Song Qing gave a positive answer.
Then I can!
Huaiqing said confidently.
Because it was the task assigned to her by Xu Qi'an.
Taking a deep breath, a golden light rose from Huaiqing's dark pupils, and the golden light turned into a dragon's shadow, wandering in his pupils.
In an instant, Huaiqing felt like a different person, a majestic, powerful, and high-ranking king on earth. Song Qing behind him almost knelt down and worshiped him, not daring to look directly at the king's majesty.
She mobilized the dragon energy in her body.
Before ascending the throne, she used the fragments of the earth book as a bridge to absorb three main dragon energy and hundreds of scattered dragon energy.
These dragon energy lies dormant in her body and cannot be mobilized.
It was not until she ascended the throne and became emperor, and the luck that was dormant in her body completely surrendered to her and became something that could be used on the initiative.
Wei Yuan, my soul is back!
The eyes turned into the bright dragon's eyes, and the dantian of luck resounded throughout the sky.
……
Wei Yuan, my soul is back!
At the end of the Jinsha Avenue, there was a shout like spring thunder.
Accompanied by the sound were two golden beams of light, which shone straightly on the eyebrows of the witch god sculpture from the end of the Golden Blade.
At the middle of the eyebrows, the seal condensed by the clear air slowly peeled off like differentiation.
At the edge of the altar, Saren Agu's voice appeared, and he walked to the sculpture and said with a smile:
That's right!Fortunately, Dafeng also has a person with strong luck.
Wei Yuan, you sealed the Witch God that day, and the Witch God found your soul, which was a cycle of cause and effect. You used the power of life to repair the Seal of Confucian Saints. Today, you will erase this seal yourself, which is also a cycle of cause and effect.
I'll give you another strength.
He pulled out the sheep-driven whip, which lit up a blazing white light and splashed out a sizzling current, like a thunder whip.
Bang!
Saren Agu shook his hand and twitched on the body of the soul of Qingyi. The white light from the whip instantly merged into the soul. The soul of Qingyi burst out with dazzling white light, which was suddenly full of power.
At the same time, the black air inside the sculpture surged violently, pushing out the soul of the blue little by little.
On the other side, under the golden light, the clear light between the eyebrows finally disappeared.
boom!
The thorn crown was shocked, and the black air gushed like a spring, pushing the soul of the blue-clothed.
Click!The eyebrows of the Confucian Saint sculpture were cracked again, exactly the same as before Wei Yuan repaired it.
The moment when the Qingyi's soul escaped, the hiding road transformed from the Yinfeng extended over, swept him away, and then instantly contracted and disappeared at the end of the sky.
The black air continued to gush upwards, condensed into a huge and blurred human face from the sky, overlooking the entire Jingshan City.
Saren Agu breathed a sigh of relief, feeling relieved and disappointed.
Wei Yuan sealed the Witch God, and five months passed until he was resurrected.
In just five months, the Witch God Cult lost the best time to annex the northern border, and then took the northern border as the cornerstone to go south to swallow the Central Plains.
Now the nine provinces are surging, and the gods and demons wearing a layer of fake skins return to the nine provinces, and the half-step martial god escapes from difficulties and reorganizes. If Luo Yuheng succeeds in overcoming the tribulation, there will be another land god in the Taoist sect.The situation is getting more and more complicated.
God's will!
Saren Agu shook his head regretfully.
While speaking, the blurred human face condensed from black air at a high altitude quickly collapsed and collapsed, and all retracted into the sculpture of the Witch God.
The sculpture's originally empty eyes appeared two dark lights, staring at the sculpture's sculpture opposite.
If you observe carefully, you will find that the cracks in the eyebrows of the Confucian Saint sculpture spread and extend little by little while staring.
This process is very slow, but unwavering.
……
Time is up!
Song Qing whispered:
Your Majesty, a quarter of an hour has passed. You have lost the soul-summoning banner. If you have been holding it for a long time, you will have the injured dragon body.
Huaiqing clenched his teeth, ignored Song Qing's dissuasion, and continued to dance the soul-suming banner.
In the clamoring sound, the incense that Song Qing lit dissipated and the incense ash fell off.
Song Qing shook his head and sighed.
After a while, Huaiqing shook his body, and the soul-suming banner in his hand fell off and fell to the ground with a clang.
It’s not that she wants to give up, but that she has reached her limit and cannot hold on to the soul-suming banner.
Her fair and beautiful cheeks were covered with blue-black blood vessels, her bright red lips turned black and purple, and her arms condensed with thick ice shells.
No main material of the top magic weapon like the Soul Conjuring Banner involves the extraordinary realm. It is difficult for her to control it for a long time at the fourth level.
The clouds in the sky disappeared, and the wind stopped.
The ghost surrounding the star-gazing tower gradually left.
Your Majesty, get rid of poison.
Song Qing took out the porcelain bottle from his arms and threw it over.
There is no awareness of giving it to both hands.
People who do research are just not smart enough.
So Huaiqing didn't answer, and staggered to Wei Yuan, staring at Qingjun's face without saying a word, with deep disappointment in his eyes.
At this moment, Song Qing saw a hint of sadness in the empress.
He thought in a trance that when Huaiqing was still a princess, he seemed to have learned chess for several years with Wei Yuan, if he remembered correctly.
Suddenly, the soul-summoning formation under Huaiqing's feet lit up, and then a scattered golden light emerged from the sky, surging layer by layer, sweeping towards the towering star-gazing tower.
The golden light came very fast, and within a few breaths, it approached Bagua Platform. Under the escort of Yin Feng, it pounced into Da Qingyi's body in the formation.
Huai Qing withdrew from the formation at this time, staring at the Qingyi without blinking.
After a while, the eyelashes of Xi Qingyi trembled and she slowly opened her eyes.
He looked at the sky silently for three seconds, sat up slowly, looked around, and finally his eyes fell on Huai Qing.
His temples were gray, his eyes were filled with the vicissitudes of time, and he smiled gently:
Long time no see, Your Majesty!
Huaiqing's eyes turned red, and tears slid across his eyes silently:
Duke Wei...
……
Outside the capital, a man in black rushed out of the city gate on a horse and ran away along the tamped.
……
Yongzhou.
Xu Pingfeng felt something and used teleportation technique to distance himself to avoid the sword energy of the old man.
Then, I turned my head and looked north. It was clearly sunny, but there was a bright star hanging in the sky in the north.
Wei Yuan...
As a second-grade sorcerer, interpreting astrological signs is a ability within the realm.
Xu Pingfeng slowly clenched his fists, and the blue veins on his forehead were prominent.
Wei Yuan’s resurrection is not terrible. What kind of climate can a weak body become?
But if Luo Yuheng successfully overcomes the tribulation, then Dafeng will not only have the confidence to compete with Yunzhou in terms of extraordinary combat power, but also on the battlefield, even if Xu Pingfeng values Qi Guangbo, he will not have the confidence to think that he can compete with Wei Yuan.
I have to go to the North, even if it is a clone...
Xu Pingfeng glanced at the old man below and pinched his eyebrows with a headache.
It is not a matter of a day or a night to try to kill a second-rank martial artist.
The smelly stone in this pit.
……
Southern Xinjiang.
In the primeval forest outside the extreme abyss, Grandma Tiangu looked north through the dense branches and leaves.
Wei Yuan is resurrected.
Grandma Tiangu squinted her eyes, her wrinkled face showed a little smile:
You guys don’t have to worry about being useless.
When Longtu and several leaders of the Gu tribe were happy when they heard this, they frowned.
The charming and charming Luanyu frowned her delicate eyebrows:
Can he recover his cultivation during his lifetime?
Grandma Tiangu shook her head.
Longtu was immediately disappointed:
What's the use? It depends on whether Xu Qian can survive the battle of tribulation.
You Shize said:
If Dafeng is defeated, we will not only lose all our money, but may also be liquidated.
What he thought to himself was that Xu Qi'an hadn't given me that ancient corpse.
Grandma Tian Gu smiled at the disapproval of the leaders.
……
Star Gazing Tower, Bagua Platform.
Wei Yuan sat behind the table that originally belonged to the supervisor, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand, sipped it, shook his head and said:
Is there no tea with the flower god?
Huaiqing, who was sitting opposite him, had already restrained all his emotions at this time and quietly curled his lips:
Duke Wei can ask Xu Qi'an for help.
Song Qing had been driven out of the Bagua Platform, of course, he was also very happy. After all, a trivial matter like Wei Yuan's Fusheng was not enough to let him put down the alchemy experiment at hand.
Wei Yuan put down the teacup and said:
Xu Qi'an's failure to come means that Dafeng has reached a precarious situation.Who sealed this old guy?
Huai Qing, who had never revealed any information to him, glanced at the man with gray temples and sighed:
Duke Wei, did you have already calculated that you would be resurrected before you go to war?
Dafeng is indeed in a precarious situation now, and Huaiqing is about to ask you for advice.
As the flags with gold-plated array patterns danced, the air on the Bagua Platform seemed to be much colder.
No, it doesn't seem that when Huaiqing danced the soul-summoning banner, the sky above the star-gazing building was filled with clouds, covering the sunshine and surging layer by layer.
Woo woo...
The air flow passed through the hollow flagpoles made of gold and stone, making crying like crying.
Song Qing frowned, feeling that his soul seemed to be leaving his body with the crying sound.
This broken flag is about to draw my soul out... Song Qing took out a block from his arms and plugged his ears, and then he felt better.
The Singing Gold Stone has been once again become the Spirit Stone and the Ghost Stone. Where it is located, there must be a gathering of ghosts, so it is one of the main materials for the Soul Conjuring Banner.
Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo w
The wailing sound suddenly became violent, and inside and outside the capital, the wronged souls were awakened. Some of them crawled out of the wet and cold river water, some rose from abandoned old houses, and some floated out of the graves covered with weeds...
The wind was howling, and the clouds were covered with clouds above my head, and the entire Sitianjian was shrouded in a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere.
The white-clothed sorcerers in Sitianjian had already been notified and went downstairs one after another. No living people were allowed to exist on the third floor.
Wei Yuan, my soul is back!
On the shaking soul-summoning banner, gilded array talismans lit up, and drifted into the distance with the airflow from the banner, like a twisted way of guidance.
……
Jingshan City.
On the towering altar, the young statue wearing a gorgeous robe and a crown of thorns shook gently.
In the distance, the wind was swept with a golden light, extending from the end of the sky, paving the road of broken gold.
A figure in blue slowly floated up above the head of the Witch God sculpture, and then sank, repeating this.
Every time the figure in Qingyi surfaced, a clear light lit up between the young statue's eyebrows, pressing his soul back into the sculpture.
Wei Yuan, my soul is back!
At the end of the golden road, a clear call came from the voice.
The figure of Qingyi, which was not real enough, emerged again, and her illusory body shook frequently, as if she was trying her best to float upwards, trying to break free from the sculpture.
Inside the sculpture, a stream of black air rushes over the figure of Qingyi, as if helping him.
But the three forces were also suppressed by the sealing force between the eyebrows of the Witch God sculpture.
After repeated several times, the black gas and the figure of the blue-clothed became sluggish and no longer tried.
No matter how much the call at the end of the broken gold road sounded, Qingyi's figure did not appear again.
……
Wei Yuan, my soul is back!
Huaiqing felt a coldness in his arms, and held the flagpole's hand and formed a thin ice shell.
The advantages of the martial artist are reflected at this time. If Song Qing came to dance the soul-summoning banner, his hands had frozen into stones and cracked inch by inch.
As for the toxins brought by the magic weapon, although Huaiqing felt a slight discomfort, with the physique of a fourth-grade warrior, it would not be hindered in a short period of time, as long as it stopped within a quarter of an hour.
The clouds shrouded above Si Tianjian's head became bigger and bigger, and the temperature was getting lower and lower. The power of the soul-summoning banner affected the surroundings, causing Si Tianjian to vaguely turn into an underworld, and ghosts inside and outside Kyoto flocked to us.
Some of them wander over the Bagua Platform; some penetrate walls and windows and invade Sitianjian; some fly around the Stargazing Tower.
In the Sitian Supervisory, the sorcerers held different storage tools, catching the ghosts dancing all over the room like children snatching butterflies.
Quickly, collect them quickly, these are excellent refining tools and refining materials.
It's a good thing that a pie falls from the sky.
Be careful, don't take away Wei Yuan's soul.
While excited about the amount of materials, the white-clothed warlocks sighed and thought that there were too many people who died inside and outside Kyoto recently.
After a person dies, his soul will gather within seven days, and then completely disappear within half a month, and he will not be able to survive in the world forever through himself.
In other words, the ghosts brought by the Soul Conjuring Banner are all new ghosts, people who died in the past half a month.
Another half a quarter of an hour... Song Qing took a look at the smaller the shorter the shorter, and the incense that was about to burn out, and his face suddenly became a little ugly:
Why hasn't Wei Yuan's soul come yet?
It’s unreasonable. Is it really because you are not familiar with Your Majesty, so I refuse to come back?
Huai Qing's beautiful face is already blue and white, with white eyelashes stained with white frost, and a trace of anxiety slowly condensed between his eyebrows, and shouted:
Less nonsense and see what went wrong.
Song Qing didn't say anything anymore. He first checked the formation. Although he did not intend to be promoted to a formation master, he had learned all the formations he should learn. With enough materials and Feng Shui treasure land, Song Qing could also form a powerful formation.
It’s just that you can’t have a formation arises like a formation master.
There is no problem with the soul-summoning array, there is no problem with the soul-summoning banner, and there is no problem with the body and soul...
After Song Qing finished speaking, he looked up at the graceful back of the empress.
You mean, I have a problem?Huai Qing raised his eyebrows.
She swore that Song Qing dared to be in trouble at this time, and she turned around and sentenced Song Qing to the death of Caishikou.
Song Qing frowned, pondered for a long time, and said:
There are two possibilities: Wei Yuan's soul has either been completely wiped out or has been sealed in some way, so even a top magic weapon like the Soul Conjuring Banner cannot be summoned.
He showed his rigor when doing alchemy experiments.
Huaiqing pondered for a moment, dancing the soul-suming banner while looking back:
What's the solution?
Song Qing replied:
I was just joking with His Majesty and said that Xu Qi'an is more suitable for summoning souls, except that he has Wei Yuan's bloodline... Well, it's not very accurate to say this, just be fine.
But the main reason is that Xu Qi'an has enough luck.
Huaiqing frowned:
Luck?
What she wondered was, does it still require luck to summon souls?If you have such a joke, what is the use of a soul-suming banner?
Song Qing shrugged:
I don't understand. This was the oral explanation of Zhao Shou General Wei Yuan's remnant soul when he was sent to Sitianjian.He said that if he wanted to recall Wei Yuan's soul in the future, then let Xu Qi'an come because he had enough luck.
Huaiqing thought about it and asked:
Xu Qian knew about this?
Of course I know it.Song Qing gave a positive answer.
Then I can!
Huaiqing said confidently.
Because it was the task assigned to her by Xu Qi'an.
Taking a deep breath, a golden light rose from Huaiqing's dark pupils, and the golden light turned into a dragon's shadow, wandering in his pupils.
In an instant, Huaiqing felt like a different person, a majestic, powerful, and high-ranking king on earth. Song Qing behind him almost knelt down and worshiped him, not daring to look directly at the king's majesty.
She mobilized the dragon energy in her body.
Before ascending the throne, she used the fragments of the earth book as a bridge to absorb three main dragon energy and hundreds of scattered dragon energy.
These dragon energy lies dormant in her body and cannot be mobilized.
It was not until she ascended the throne and became emperor, and the luck that was dormant in her body completely surrendered to her and became something that could be used on the initiative.
Wei Yuan, my soul is back!
The eyes turned into the bright dragon's eyes, and the dantian of luck resounded throughout the sky.
……
Wei Yuan, my soul is back!
At the end of the Jinsha Avenue, there was a shout like spring thunder.
Accompanied by the sound were two golden beams of light, which shone straightly on the eyebrows of the witch god sculpture from the end of the Golden Blade.
At the middle of the eyebrows, the seal condensed by the clear air slowly peeled off like differentiation.
At the edge of the altar, Saren Agu's voice appeared, and he walked to the sculpture and said with a smile:
That's right!Fortunately, Dafeng also has a person with strong luck.
Wei Yuan, you sealed the Witch God that day, and the Witch God found your soul, which was a cycle of cause and effect. You used the power of life to repair the Seal of Confucian Saints. Today, you will erase this seal yourself, which is also a cycle of cause and effect.
I'll give you another strength.
He pulled out the sheep-driven whip, which lit up a blazing white light and splashed out a sizzling current, like a thunder whip.
Bang!
Saren Agu shook his hand and twitched on the body of the soul of Qingyi. The white light from the whip instantly merged into the soul. The soul of Qingyi burst out with dazzling white light, which was suddenly full of power.
At the same time, the black air inside the sculpture surged violently, pushing out the soul of the blue little by little.
On the other side, under the golden light, the clear light between the eyebrows finally disappeared.
boom!
The thorn crown was shocked, and the black air gushed like a spring, pushing the soul of the blue-clothed.
Click!The eyebrows of the Confucian Saint sculpture were cracked again, exactly the same as before Wei Yuan repaired it.
The moment when the Qingyi's soul escaped, the hiding road transformed from the Yinfeng extended over, swept him away, and then instantly contracted and disappeared at the end of the sky.
The black air continued to gush upwards, condensed into a huge and blurred human face from the sky, overlooking the entire Jingshan City.
Saren Agu breathed a sigh of relief, feeling relieved and disappointed.
Wei Yuan sealed the Witch God, and five months passed until he was resurrected.
In just five months, the Witch God Cult lost the best time to annex the northern border, and then took the northern border as the cornerstone to go south to swallow the Central Plains.
Now the nine provinces are surging, and the gods and demons wearing a layer of fake skins return to the nine provinces, and the half-step martial god escapes from difficulties and reorganizes. If Luo Yuheng succeeds in overcoming the tribulation, there will be another land god in the Taoist sect.The situation is getting more and more complicated.
God's will!
Saren Agu shook his head regretfully.
While speaking, the blurred human face condensed from black air at a high altitude quickly collapsed and collapsed, and all retracted into the sculpture of the Witch God.
The sculpture's originally empty eyes appeared two dark lights, staring at the sculpture's sculpture opposite.
If you observe carefully, you will find that the cracks in the eyebrows of the Confucian Saint sculpture spread and extend little by little while staring.
This process is very slow, but unwavering.
……
Time is up!
Song Qing whispered:
Your Majesty, a quarter of an hour has passed. You have lost the soul-summoning banner. If you have been holding it for a long time, you will have the injured dragon body.
Huaiqing clenched his teeth, ignored Song Qing's dissuasion, and continued to dance the soul-suming banner.
In the clamoring sound, the incense that Song Qing lit dissipated and the incense ash fell off.
Song Qing shook his head and sighed.
After a while, Huaiqing shook his body, and the soul-suming banner in his hand fell off and fell to the ground with a clang.
It’s not that she wants to give up, but that she has reached her limit and cannot hold on to the soul-suming banner.
Her fair and beautiful cheeks were covered with blue-black blood vessels, her bright red lips turned black and purple, and her arms condensed with thick ice shells.
No main material of the top magic weapon like the Soul Conjuring Banner involves the extraordinary realm. It is difficult for her to control it for a long time at the fourth level.
The clouds in the sky disappeared, and the wind stopped.
The ghost surrounding the star-gazing tower gradually left.
Your Majesty, get rid of poison.
Song Qing took out the porcelain bottle from his arms and threw it over.
There is no awareness of giving it to both hands.
People who do research are just not smart enough.
So Huaiqing didn't answer, and staggered to Wei Yuan, staring at Qingjun's face without saying a word, with deep disappointment in his eyes.
At this moment, Song Qing saw a hint of sadness in the empress.
He thought in a trance that when Huaiqing was still a princess, he seemed to have learned chess for several years with Wei Yuan, if he remembered correctly.
Suddenly, the soul-summoning formation under Huaiqing's feet lit up, and then a scattered golden light emerged from the sky, surging layer by layer, sweeping towards the towering star-gazing tower.
The golden light came very fast, and within a few breaths, it approached Bagua Platform. Under the escort of Yin Feng, it pounced into Da Qingyi's body in the formation.
Huai Qing withdrew from the formation at this time, staring at the Qingyi without blinking.
After a while, the eyelashes of Xi Qingyi trembled and she slowly opened her eyes.
He looked at the sky silently for three seconds, sat up slowly, looked around, and finally his eyes fell on Huai Qing.
His temples were gray, his eyes were filled with the vicissitudes of time, and he smiled gently:
Long time no see, Your Majesty!
Huaiqing's eyes turned red, and tears slid across his eyes silently:
Duke Wei...
……
Outside the capital, a man in black rushed out of the city gate on a horse and ran away along the tamped.
……
Yongzhou.
Xu Pingfeng felt something and used teleportation technique to distance himself to avoid the sword energy of the old man.
Then, I turned my head and looked north. It was clearly sunny, but there was a bright star hanging in the sky in the north.
Wei Yuan...
As a second-grade sorcerer, interpreting astrological signs is a ability within the realm.
Xu Pingfeng slowly clenched his fists, and the blue veins on his forehead were prominent.
Wei Yuan’s resurrection is not terrible. What kind of climate can a weak body become?
But if Luo Yuheng successfully overcomes the tribulation, then Dafeng will not only have the confidence to compete with Yunzhou in terms of extraordinary combat power, but also on the battlefield, even if Xu Pingfeng values Qi Guangbo, he will not have the confidence to think that he can compete with Wei Yuan.
I have to go to the North, even if it is a clone...
Xu Pingfeng glanced at the old man below and pinched his eyebrows with a headache.
It is not a matter of a day or a night to try to kill a second-rank martial artist.
The smelly stone in this pit.
……
Southern Xinjiang.
In the primeval forest outside the extreme abyss, Grandma Tiangu looked north through the dense branches and leaves.
Wei Yuan is resurrected.
Grandma Tiangu squinted her eyes, her wrinkled face showed a little smile:
You guys don’t have to worry about being useless.
When Longtu and several leaders of the Gu tribe were happy when they heard this, they frowned.
The charming and charming Luanyu frowned her delicate eyebrows:
Can he recover his cultivation during his lifetime?
Grandma Tiangu shook her head.
Longtu was immediately disappointed:
What's the use? It depends on whether Xu Qian can survive the battle of tribulation.
You Shize said:
If Dafeng is defeated, we will not only lose all our money, but may also be liquidated.
What he thought to himself was that Xu Qi'an hadn't given me that ancient corpse.
Grandma Tian Gu smiled at the disapproval of the leaders.
……
Star Gazing Tower, Bagua Platform.
Wei Yuan sat behind the table that originally belonged to the supervisor, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand, sipped it, shook his head and said:
Is there no tea with the flower god?
Huaiqing, who was sitting opposite him, had already restrained all his emotions at this time and quietly curled his lips:
Duke Wei can ask Xu Qi'an for help.
Song Qing had been driven out of the Bagua Platform, of course, he was also very happy. After all, a trivial matter like Wei Yuan's Fusheng was not enough to let him put down the alchemy experiment at hand.
Wei Yuan put down the teacup and said:
Xu Qi'an's failure to come means that Dafeng has reached a precarious situation.Who sealed this old guy?
Huai Qing, who had never revealed any information to him, glanced at the man with gray temples and sighed:
Duke Wei, did you have already calculated that you would be resurrected before you go to war?
Dafeng is indeed in a precarious situation now, and Huaiqing is about to ask you for advice.
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