After the cannon fodder was reborn, he got the devil

The secret room fell into an inexplicable silence for a while.

Zhuyan Pill is only a third-grade elixir, but its price is often higher than some ordinary fourth-grade elixir. Zhuyan Pill can maintain the monk's skin as it was when he took it, but the effect is only half a month, and it is not suitable for monks with higher cultivation bases. , the worse the effect, the more times you take it, the shorter the maintenance time.

In the crystal coffin, Liu Yunran was as beautiful as before, but Wei Qinghe gradually lost his former appearance.

Xie Yun turned his face away, under the dim light of the secret room, Ying Baiye looked silent, and there was no displeasure after losing the bet on his face.

Ying Baiye retracted his gaze.

This result was really beyond his expectation, Xie Yun kept looking at him, Ying Baiye was silent for a moment, and glared at Xie Yun.

Xie Yun laughed heartily.

Wei Qinghe lowered his head and began to straighten his clothes. He said in a low voice: "The deceased is gone, and I have no power to return to heaven. I only ask the Supreme Master to uphold justice for Tianxiangmen. I am willing to abdicate. Please Shangzong take over Tianxiangmen."

His lifespan is approaching, and he will follow Yun Ran away in a short time.The Tianxiang Sect was originally a small sect attached to the Silver Moon Sect, but now the two people with the highest cultivation levels died one after another, and the inner disciples withered. Once they leave the protection of the Silver Moon Sect, they will be divided up.

Lu Zhuoyu said: "You think about it, the Tianxiangmen is passed down to you, and it happens to be the ninth generation."

The output of Tianxiangmen's spiritual veins is not high, and it is very troublesome to maintain. It is thankless for the big sect, but the Yinyue Sect has only a hundred disciples, and even a low-yield small spiritual vein is enough.

Wei Qinghe: "The doormen are withered and unable to support the Tianxiangmen. If they are strong, I am afraid that even the surviving disciples will not be able to keep them."

He said with a wry smile: "Yunran died, I held a big funeral, one is to pay homage to Yunran, and the other is to drag the young master here so that everyone around me will know that my Tianxiang Sect has not come to an end."

Lu Zhuoyu's fingers hanging on the hilt of the sword rested on the crook of his arm: "Have you not found any trace of the murderer?"

Wei Qinghe shook his head: "I can't find it. There is only one fatal wound on Yunran's body, and there is no trace of a fight there. Although Yunran's cultivation is superficial, he is an out-of-body monk after all, and he must be a monk above the distraction stage. Shoot to death! Our Tianxiang Sect has always been law-abiding, this is an innocent disaster!"

Although he was numb and exhausted, he was still uncontrollably excited when he spoke, his face flushed sickly, and he coughed while holding the table.

Lu Zhuoyu said: "Since this is the case, the most urgent task is to find the souls of these disciples."

When the few of them were talking, Rong Cheng had checked the disciples who had lost their souls, and had already understood their general situation: "The souls have been detained, but fortunately, the induction between the body and the souls is very strong, and I can stabilize them with pills. This feeling, but if the soul can't return to its place within two days... I can't keep it either."

The living soul is separated from the body for a long time, and the connection with the physical body gradually weakens. When the connection is broken, the soul cannot return to its place.

Rong Cheng can use elixirs to stabilize this connection, but no matter how good the elixir is, it must be limited by time.

Wei Qinghe said: "Two days... Can your lord procrastinate a little longer? I'm afraid it's too late to track down the murderer..."

"It's too late," Ying Baiye said lightly, "Take the blood from your fingertips, and I can make eleven special fate cards now..."

The rest of the words suddenly disappeared, and Ying Baiye realized that he had no spiritual power at the moment and was completely a mortal.

Wei Qinghe hurriedly asked: "What's wrong?"

Ying Baiye looked at Xie Yun expressionlessly: "It's just... I need the help of the Lord."

Before he finished speaking, Ying Baiye already guessed what expression Xie Yun would show, it must be a sly and natural expression.

Sure enough, Xie Yun put his hands on Ying Baiye's shoulders: "Of course I will help you."

Although it was a fake fit period, it did not prevent Xie Yun from showing off in front of Ying Baiye.

The author has something to say: The broadband at home is broken... No one repaired it during the epidemic, and I have been working on it for a long time. Today, I will make a little less and compensate everyone with [-] red envelopes.