soul repair

"how?"

"Everything is according to the order of the palace master, and the eight soul listeners have already formed a formation at the foot of the peak." Song Guzhui looked up at the closed stone gate.

Yan Wuzhi asked Huacaixing to draw another layer on top of it, and the painting was exactly the stone gate looking up to the heavenly ladder, hanging on top of the real stone gate.The painting of Huacai Xing is enough to confuse the fake with the real one. Guan Lingdao used the soul technique to introduce the Taoist Xiao Xiao. Xiao Xiao was injured and poisoned, and inhaled the enchanted thing.

Taoist Ling Dao and Xiao Xiao are inside now, right?

Ji Qingyan watched motionlessly.

His impulsive apprentice thought he was going to die, and it would be difficult to kill the enemy without death, but unfortunately he forgot one thing.

What is the purpose of Ren Guanling desperately trying to save the eight soul listeners from the Red Sandalwood Palace?

Guan Lingdao replaced those eight people.

Ren Guanling never wastes time in doing things.

The reason why he died was because he had to die, and only after death could he live.Then if he wants to keep those eight people, he must also have to keep those eight people.

"Where's Cen Moxing?" Ji Qingyan asked.

Song Guzhui jumped down, and not long after, he brought a man in black wearing iron chains up, and placed him in front of the ancient painting: "Liaochen opened the mountain gate, and the old Palace Master and Master Hua have brought their disciples back to the ruins. Shenzong took it down, let me send a message, everything is fine, just wait for the third palace master and Lingdao." Then he said to Cen Moxing: "Mr. Cen, please."

He opened another wooden box, inside was a pale human skeleton with gray hair, and Yan Wuxi's tattered Taoist robe.Song Guzhui put the bones beside Cen Moxing, and Cen Moxing turned his head with tears in his eyes, and said with a smile, "Master, you and I have been together as a master and apprentice. I never thought we would be able to meet today. Since you were young, you didn't like me wearing white, and you didn't like me wearing white." Xi is close to me, can you walk away today?"

Cen Moxing sat at the entrance of the cave, looked up to the sky and smiled: "You don't want to use me as bait, come on."

I have killed countless people in my life, why don't I think about right and wrong at night?It's a pity that lies have blinded the eyes, and they are reluctant to admit the obvious.What else can he do in this life, hold his head up three feet, it's time to repay the debt.

Now that the person who has missed and ruined his life is by his side, suffering together with him, how can there be any regrets in his heart?

Ji Qingyan stepped forward, put his index finger on his forehead, and said: "From now on, you and the Shangqing Palace will have no grievances."

After finishing speaking, a stream of true energy enters the body from the forehead, and travels rapidly through the meridians in the body.Cen Moxing gritted his teeth, feeling unbearable pain in his veins all over his body. After a while, he heard two sounds of stone cracking, and the purple spirit stone inlaid on his and the skeleton's left wrist shattered into countless small stone flakes.

He killed people and refined his soul all his life, this purple spirit stone was given by Yan Wusu, with it, the evil spirits would not dare to chase after the soul.Now that the spirit stone is broken, isn't it time for liquidation?

Looking at the sky ladder, no one made a sound, it was quiet.

Ji Qingyan walked to Taoist Xiao Xiao's lying body.The soul entered the horcrux, but the body is still there, Liao Chen sent his body here and then went away.Now he doesn't dare to touch the body, once the body hurts, Xiao Xiao's soul will know where the body is, and he can return to the body without using soul skills to find it, and the big thing will be ruined immediately.

He is helpless, his soul is immortal, Guan Lingdao will never have peace.

He didn't take off the big red wedding gown on his body, he squatted down gently, and looked closely at Guan Lingdao's silent face.His face was ruddy and his body was warm, as if falling asleep. This meant that his soul hadn't gone away, and his spiritual path hadn't died either.

If he is not dead, there is still a chance of life.

I don't know how long it took, the clouds turned and the mist surged in the distance, and a faint black smoke roared in, like a thousand troops.No one here can hear the soul, and the only sound that can be heard in the mountains and plains is the sound of the gust of wind, but if Guan Lingdao is there, the bleakness must be piercing through the sky.

These are so many evil spirits with nowhere to go, wandering around all day long, unable to be reincarnated, dispersed, and unable to find anyone to vent their hatred on.Now the spirit stone is broken, and the wind blows in the empty valley, igniting their hatred.

The black smoke came in an instant, hitting Cen Moxing and the corpse, as if there were countless people gathered.Hundreds of ghosts gnawed at him, Cen Moxing was covered in blood, his eyes were full of tears, but his face was still smiling miserably.

Now he can finally bear the suffering of evil spirits devouring people.

With a light wave of the white sword in Ji Qingyan's hand, the evil spirit was stung by the shallow white light, unwillingly left Cen Moxing's body, and couldn't help leaning towards the hanging painting on the stone gate.Ji Qingyan said softly: "Isn't it revenge? Your enemies are inside."

After finishing the speech, the white sword flashed coldly, and the evil spirits couldn't resist for a while, and they hid in the painting one after another.Ji Qingyan sealed the painting with a flash of white light, and said: "Go and find your real enemies."

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The blue aura pierced several parts of his body. Even though he was a soul body and had nowhere to bleed, the pain was unbearable.Guan Lingdao gritted his teeth, feeling miserable, he had no strength left, this was the only chance to strangle Taoist Xiao Xiao, the Master did not move, the situation was over.

For some reason, there was a scene of blood flowing into rivers in the Shangqing palace.He was a little unconsciously sad, is this the past life, or the present life?Is it last night, or tomorrow?

Maybe it will be like this from generation to generation, the short-term struggle is nothing but stagnant water.

Distressed those who love themselves, distressed terribly.

Suddenly, the pain in my body subsided a little.

Guan Lingdao didn't know if this was his own imagination, but there seemed to be some strong energy flowing slowly in his body.He felt strange, opened his eyes, Taoist Xiao Xiao's face was pale, and the blue light emitted from his body was fading and weakening.

For some reason, the black air on the soul-protecting sword gradually became thicker like a dragon raising its head!

Taoist Xiao Xiao wiped his eyes, wondering if it was a hallucination, but at this moment he clearly saw another man standing beside Guan Lingdao.One half of the face was intact, as demure and beautiful as the moonlight, but the other half was terrifying and gloomy, like a hell Shura, a man-eating ghost.

Taoist Xiao Xiao pointed at him, unable to make a sound.

Guan Lingdao looked in the direction he pointed, but there was no one there.

His heart beat violently.

"Brother?" he called softly.

No one answered, but the black hair on the black sword in his hand emitted a faint white light.

"What did you do outside?" Taoist Xiao Xiao whispered to himself, the words were not directed at Guan Lingdao, but at himself.

Must have done something.Must have done something!

I don't know what kind of formation is around this painting, fueling the soul energy of him and his brother, and fueling the hostility of this evil spirit.One goes up and down the other, no matter how high Taoist Xiao Xiao's cultivation base is, he is now alone.

Guan Lingdao looked at the thick black smoke billowing in the distance, and the screams from far to near became clearer. He used to be so afraid of evil spirits that he couldn't sleep, but now it sounded like the sound of heaven to his ears. He slowly raised his sword, and the evil spirits The spirit seemed to have found its destination, rushing up one after another.

Master really lived up to him!

The sword to protect the soul can protect the wronged souls in the world for thousands of years.

Guan Lingdao held the sword, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Xiao Xiao, today let me, my brother, and the thousands of evil spirits who have been tortured to death by you, send you away. Never be reborn!"

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"Third Palace Master, how is it now?" Song Guzhui said, "It has been two hours."

Ji Qingyan stared at the painting on the stone gate intently.

The painting is sealed at the moment, inside it must be a world-shattering, life-and-death struggle, but outside it is so quiet that only the sound of the wind and the chirping of birds can be heard.How do people outside know what is going on inside?People here, why don't you want to blow the quiet mountain wind?

Ji Qingyan flew to the top of the stone gate, took off the painting, a white light appeared in his hand, and where the white light passed, the ancient painting was reduced to ashes.

Song Guzhui couldn't help shouting: "The third palace master."

The painting in his hand had already turned into green smoke, Ji Qingyan picked up Guan Lingdao who was lying on the ground, and flew straight down the mountain without looking back.

"Third Palace Master, Xiao Xiao's body is starting to get cold." Song Guzhui shouted in front of the cave door.

When it starts to get cold, it means that the soul is gone, and there is no return to life.

He hugged Guan Lingdao tightly, and stroked his cheek with his palm.Xiao Xiao was really dead, but his spiritual path also started to turn cold.

"I did not fail you as a teacher, Lingdao, I have done my best as a teacher. You said that Xiao Xiao cannot be allowed to survive no matter what. Master listens to you. Don't worry, master, old palace master, Hua family master, Mu Yi, Knock Your voice and Tsing Yi will be fine, and they will not be in any danger anymore." He gently stroked his slender eyebrows, "Don't be afraid, Master will wait for you, Master will wait for you in 1000 or 1 years you come back."

His feet were on the mountain path, and the morning breeze blew the mountain flowers gently.

The mountain stream is flowing, washing away the bloodstains splashed over the years bit by bit.