I use technology to revitalize the underworld

Murong Qiao: "..."

He looked at the smile in Feng Jingchen's eyes, how could he not know that Ayu did it on purpose?

Murong Qiao's face turned even redder.

With a soft snort, he directly took off Feng Jingchen's mask.

Without further ado, she threw herself down and kissed the person in her arms!

Hmph, it just so happens that he hasn't kissed enough yet.

Ah Yu must be taught a big lesson!

Anyway, kiss everyone.

Ah Yu must be held accountable! ╭(╯^╰)╮

With a smile in his eyes, Feng Jingchen put his arms around Murong Qiao's neck to meet him.

The sound of fireworks and firecrackers all over the sky quickly covered up the small movements in this room.

The next day.

Before dawn, Murong Qiao suddenly opened his eyes.

He subconsciously turned his head to look.

It happened to meet Shangfeng Jingchen's smiling eyes.

"Oh~" Murong Qiao couldn't hold back, and rushed forward again, rubbing Feng Jingchen's shoulder fiercely, "Ayu~"

"Ayu~Ayu~"

Like calling a soul, he hugged Feng Jingchen tightly, reluctant to let go.

I was afraid that if I let go, Ayu, who had managed to get close to him, would run away.

Feng Jingchen also hugged him with a smile.

It feels like the current Murong Qiao has completely evolved into a big wolf dog, who wants to be hugged by his master all the time.

This feeling, um...is really novel.

Feng Jingchen gently stroked the long hair on Murong Qiao's sideburns, savoring the tenderness of this moment.

half an hour.

Feng Jingchen patted Murong Qiao on the back lightly: "Okay, didn't you say you're going to attend the New Year's Eve Ceremony?"

"Hmm~" Murong Qiao raised his head reluctantly.

A pair of peach blossom eyes looked at Feng Jingchen with more affection than before.

Feng Jingchen gently stroked the end of his eyes: "Go."

Murong Qiao kissed Feng Jingchen suddenly, and then jumped up: "Ayu, you have to wait for me~ I will wear the most beautiful clothes today! I will show you the first one~"

Feng Jingchen: "Okay."

Only then did Murong Qiao walk lightly into the cloakroom next door.

Feng Jingchen quickly put on new clothes and came to the living room to wait quietly.

He turns on the phone.

All kinds of holiday blessings popped up on WeChat immediately, as well as...expired red envelopes.

Especially they seduce a group of souls.

Zuo Zhao, who has always been taciturn, suddenly sent a lot of red envelopes last night for some reason.

Shi Qiulu and Wu Xinghai had a particularly good fight, and they also crazily fought Aite Feng Jingchen and Murong Qiao.

Unfortunately.

The two were so affectionate last night that they didn't have time to look at their phones at all.

Feng Jingchen also sent a New Year greeting to all his friends before carefully checking the chat records in the group last night.

Soon, he understood what had happened.

The massacre of the Xue family is no secret in Fengyun Town.

As soon as Yan Siyao and Zuo Zhao passed by, they almost locked the case.

The two of them searched for several days, and they found out that the figures of the five masters had appeared in Fengyun Town.

This made Yan Siyao faintly guess, so he was always depressed.

Zuo Zhao is so bored, he doesn't know how to comfort his friend.

I can only do something "out of line" to distract him.

Judging from the records of snatching red envelopes, Zuo Zhao's trick is quite effective.

At least half of the red envelope amount was snatched by Yan Siyao.

Although Huiqing was not proficient in using mobile phones, she was lucky and snatched the remaining two-thirds.

Shi Qiulu and Wu Xinghai, the two non-chieftains, cried and cried all night last night.

After reading the record, Feng Jingchen shook his head amusedly, and sent six exclusive red envelopes directly in the group.

Shi Qiulu reacted the fastest: [Wow! ! A huge sum of 20 yuan!Brother Chen is proud! 】

Yan Siyao also snatched the red envelope: [Brother Chen, Happy New Year. 】

Seeing Yan Siyao's tone, Feng Jingchen was obviously not in the mood.

He thought for a while, and switched to the private chat channel with Yan Siyao: 【Are you okay? 】

Yan Siyao: [Thank you Brother Chen for your concern.We've got some leads.Don't worry, with Ah Zhao accompanying me, nothing will happen.We'll be back when school starts. 】

Feng Jingchen: 【Don't think too much. 】

【Everyone comes to this world as an independent individual.Even for one reason or another, everyone has an unbreakable relationship. 】

[But you have to know that a relationship is just a relationship, not yourself.What others do is not your responsibility.You need to learn to draw boundaries for yourself. 】

Yan Siyao's reply was quick: [Thank you Brother Chen, I will adjust it myself. 】

Feng Jingchen saw his reply, which was obviously bragging, and shook his head helplessly: 【If there is anything, just tell us. 】

Yan Siyao: 【Thank you Brother Chen. 】

Although these four words are short.

But Feng Jingchen could feel it, Yan Siyao really listened this time.

He didn't say more.

And this time.

Footsteps could be heard in the cloakroom.

Feng Jingchen turned his head to look, the astonishment in his eyes was beyond words.

Murong Qiao wore a pure white dress as a base today.

But the upper layer is still covered with layers of complicated fabrics.

The colors of red, green and gold are patchwork.

There are several thin gold bracelets on the wrists, and the sound of gold and stone is light when swinging.

The sun and moon lines are also outlined with gold thread between the eyebrows.

Against the backdrop of that tall and slender figure, it seems to be like a fairy in a Dunhuang painting.

Murong Qiao was dumbfounded when she saw Feng Jingchen, the smile on her face was brighter than her clothes: "Ayu, I look good~"

Feng Jingchen: "..." It's actually better to not speak.

He took half a step forward and directly blocked Murong Qiao's mouth.

Murong Qiao: "!!"

Ow.

He hugged Feng Jingchen tightly, turning his back on the guest.

Whether it looks good or not, it doesn't matter whether it is immortal or not.

He wants to kiss enough! !

the other side.

Inside the only hotel in Fengyun Town.

Yan Siyao lay on the bed, looked at the words from Feng Jingchen, and sighed heavily in his heart again.

How could he not understand what Brother Chen said?

The Father is the Father, and the Son is the Son.

Modern society no longer pays attention to the father's debt.Even the rules of heaven would not allow a son to bear the sins of his father.

But that's how people are.

Everyone understands the truth, but who can deal with everything absolutely rationally?

Especially Yan Siyao.

His natural temperament makes it difficult for him to be a heartless person.

Yan Siyao sighed again, and turned to look at Zuo Zhao on the other bed on the left.

Zuo Zhao was also looking at him.

The two looked at each other.

Zuo Zhao said, "Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, take a break?"

Yan Siyao hesitated for a while, then nodded and said, "Okay. Let's go to a nearby time-honored store and ask about what happened back then."

Said it was relaxing, but still did not forget to investigate the case.

Zuo Zhao did not refuse: "Okay."

Just when the two juniors followed the clues and got closer to the truth bit by bit.

Inside the Yan family mansion, the atmosphere was very depressing.

Today is New Year's Day.

It was supposed to be a big day for holding the New Year ceremony.

But Yan Siyao refused to go home yesterday, and the head of the Yan family found out that he was in Fengyun Town.

At that moment, everyone at the scene could see that Patriarch Yan's face sank visibly with the naked eye.

This entire night, the entire Yan family seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar.

Firecrackers blared outside, but the Yan family walked on thin ice.

It's hard to stay up until the sun rises.

The ceremony for the opening of the new year has been prepared, but the head of the family has been silent for a long time.

Everyone stood there as if being punished, not knowing what to do.

at the same time.

The other Taoist forces are more lively than each other.

On the first day of the new year, every door and every household will hold a New Year ceremony.

One is to comfort the world and pray that everything goes well in the new year.

The second is to save some dead souls, so there is no need to backlog them all to the meeting.

Zixiao Taoist Palace.

Murong Qiao led Feng Jingchen and walked in the palace of Zixiao Palace.

On the road, I also met many fellow students, all of whom were going to the same destination.

The New Year Ritual is the only chance for ordinary disciples of Zixiao Dao Palace to enter Zixiao Palace every year.

Murong Qiao introduced the specific content of the ceremony to Feng Jingchen with a peachy face.

Hearing this, Feng Jingchen was thoughtful: "When the order of the underworld is completely restored in the future, maybe starting next year, there will be no need to save the dead souls in rituals."

Now the Yin Qi conversion device on Skynet has been upgraded to the third generation.The speed of dispelling Yin Qi is getting faster and faster.

According to Feng Jingchen's estimate, it may not take half a year for the yin qi in the yang world to return to normal.

And in the past two months, among the ghosts who came to the underworld on their own initiative, there have been many guys with second-level crimes.

Feng Jingchen had a premonition somewhere.

As long as reincarnation is re-established, the order of the underworld can be restored to [-]%!

When Murong Qiao heard what Feng Jingchen said so firmly, his peach blossom eyes rolled slightly.

He leaned close to Feng Jingchen's ear and whispered, "Ayu, is there anything else you haven't told me?"

Feng Jingchen looked back at him, knowingly asked: "Huh?"

Murong Qiao saw at a glance that Ayu was playing tricks again.

His eyes looked around brightly: "Hmph, I'll tell you when we go out."

In the Dao Palace, no secrets can be kept from the three Master Huashen.

Feng Jingchen glanced at him, smiled and said nothing.

The two walked hand in hand and walked for nearly 10 minutes before arriving at the main hall of Zixiao.

Zixiao Hall is very large.

But the square at the entrance of the main hall is bigger.

Even if all the disciples of Zixiao Palace stood together, it didn't look crowded at all.

Feng Jingchen noticed that a bright yellow altar had been erected in the center of the square.

There are many flowers and fruits on the altar, and it is also covered with various talismans.

There is also a large copper incense burner on the incense table, but the incense has not yet started.

There should be the venue for this ceremony.

But Murong Qiao led Feng Jingchen straight into the main hall.

Their inner disciples must wait in the hall.

Murong Qiao and the two came late.

Shi Qiulu stood in the corner of the hall, waving wildly at them.

Wu Xinghai stood beside her, his mind wandering.

Those who are present today, although they are all brothers and sisters of their own family.

But Wu Xinghai was not very familiar with their relationship.

At this time of year, if Wu Xinghai can stand up straight, he is already very good.

Murong Qiao led Feng Jingchen and walked over.

Along the way, he attracted the attention of many juniors and younger sisters.

Because Feng Jingchen's face was too unfamiliar.

Zixiao Taoist Palace rarely invites outsiders to visit rituals.And it was brought over by a disciple.

Everyone couldn't help but speculate about Feng Jingchen's identity.

Although everyone knew Feng Jingchen's name, it was the first time seeing a real person, so it was difficult to match the name immediately.

Such scrutiny overtly or secretly made the atmosphere in the hall a bit more weird.

But Feng Jingchen and Murong Qiao didn't care.

The two came to Shi Qiulu's side calmly.

Shi Qiulu opened her mouth to say something to them.

But suddenly.

She looked up and down the two of them sharply.

Although she didn't have any evidence, she could clearly sense that the atmosphere between these two people... was not right! !

Although still sticky as usual.

But the movements of the two of them touching and between their brows revealed a weird atmosphere that was never there before!

It's the kind of atmosphere where... a single dog will feel that he is full of food just by looking at it!

Shi Qiulu pushed her glasses suspiciously: "Senior Brother, Brother Chen, why did you two go last night? You didn't reply to WeChat, and Master wanted to call you to have a New Year's Eve dinner, but he couldn't find anyone."

Speaking of this, Murong Qiao immediately had to tremble: "I went to the hell with Ayu to watch the Spring Festival Gala in the hell~" and kissed~ It's been a long time~

"?!" Everyone in the hall turned around in unison.

At this time, everyone finally knew who this handsome guy with glasses was!

Shi Qiulu also stared wide-eyed in shock: "Woc Hell Spring Festival Gala?! Brother, why didn't you call us over?"

Others couldn't help but come over, wanting to join the topic and ask for details.

But right now.

The elders in the gate began to enter.

Daoist Nan Feng also came.

Everyone didn't dare to make another mistake, and immediately stood back to their positions.

The entire hall was instantly silent.

Nan Feng glanced at the three apprentices and waved to them.

Murong Qiao immediately pulled Feng Jingchen and walked behind the master with his younger brothers and younger sisters.

Nan Feng's expression today was a little less playful: "We discussed it a few days ago, and today's ceremony will be presided over by you, Murong."

"Ah?" Murong Qiao was puzzled, "Why so suddenly?"

Nan Feng rolled his eyes: "Heh, I planned to tell you last night, but it turned out that you, kid, ran away to the underworld without saying a word. You can figure it out later."

What he said was typical of Nan Feng's real person style - not at all reliable.

Fortunately, Master Nanhua knew the general idea.

Secretly called Murong Qiao to the apse through sound transmission, and explained this and that.

When the auspicious time approached, Zhen Nanhua led Murong Qiao out.

Murong Qiao followed behind Master Nan Hua, and winked mischievously at Feng Jingchen.

Feng Jingchen looked at him with a smile in his eyes.

Real Nan Hua who was caught in the middle: "..."

The uncle sighed tiredly in his heart, and stood above the main hall.

Everyone immediately looked up at the head in unison.

Nanhua Daoist is wearing a purple auspicious cloud Taoist robe today.

The Taoist robe is shining with divine light, which is very eye-catching.The real Nanhua, who is already handsome and handsome, is even more majestic.

This is the Zixia Immortal Clothes inherited from the Zixiao Taoist Palace, and it is one of the few immortal artifacts that have been preserved intact after the Heavenly Court was broken!

For ordinary celestial masters, just looking at it like this makes people feel an indescribable pressure.

In addition, Nan Hua's eyes slowly swept across the elders and disciples present.

The hall, which was already silent, gradually became more solemn and solemn.

Until everyone's minds are highly concentrated.

Master Nanhua said slowly, "On the first day of the Lunar New Year, we bid farewell to the old and usher in the new. This year our New Year ceremony will be presided over by Murong Qiao."

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help being a little surprised.

In previous years, the New Year's ceremony was presided over by the head and the elders in turn.There has never been a precedent for disciples presiding over rituals.

Unless... is the appointed next head!

Realizing this, everyone in the Dao Palace was in an uproar.

However, it seems reasonable.

Murong Qiao's talent, not to mention Zixiao Taoist Palace, even the entire Yangjian, can't find anyone who can compete with him.

If he is not the next head, who dares to be the next head?

Master Nanhua took everyone's reactions into his eyes, and simply explained: "Murong Qiao has advanced to Yuanying, and is qualified to preside over rituals. Murong, you come up."

"Yes!" Murong Qiao stepped forward with joy.

He doesn't care what the master is or not.

He loves to preside over such a showy thing like presiding over rituals~

Nanhua Daoist took him to the outside of the main hall.

The elders and disciples made way for a path, and at the same time followed with different intentions.

It's like rehearsing countless times.

The entire Zixiao Taoist Palace, up and down, according to a fixed formation, like flowing water, resurrounded the altar, and stood in a uniform position.

Feng Jingchen originally wanted to follow Shi Qiulu.

Master Nanhua looked at him suddenly: "Feng Wuchang is here to watch the ceremony today, please come to Pindao's side."

Everyone subconsciously looked at Feng Jingchen.

Feng Jingchen didn't have stage fright either, he calmly walked to Nan Hua's side, and stood side by side with Nan Feng.

Murong Qiao turned his head and gave Feng Jingchen a look.

Real Nanhua who was caught in the middle again: "..."

His expression and tone were more serious: "The auspicious time has come, Murong, let's go."

Murong Qiao restrained all the jokes in an instant: "Yes!"

He jumped up and jumped directly onto the altar.

Murong Qiao picked up the three pillars of high incense that were placed on the incense table, lightly squeezed a formula with his right hand, and lit the three sticks of incense.

At the same time, sects and forces from all over China also started their own rituals.

All over China, green smoke curled up at the same time.

Murong Qiao stood in front of the incense table, held high incense, and bowed three times to heaven and earth.

Everyone in the Dao Palace also began to chant the Dao Sutra in a low voice.

Like some kind of mysterious background music, the solemn atmosphere of the scene was somewhat peaceful and ethereal.

Feng Jingchen noticed that along with the transmission of the Taoist scriptures, there was also a faint mana power of each person, as well as... the power of thought?

Following the direction of this force, he looked up at the altar.

Green smoke curled up from the altar, but it couldn't cover Murong Qiao's figure.

Just at this time, the sun rises in the east.

The bright sunshine fell on Murong Qiao's body, like the most perfect lighting on the stage.

The colorful fabrics on Murong Qiao's body, as well as various gold ornaments on his body, set off a different kind of sacred meaning under the sun.

Murong Qiao's expression at this time was also rarely serious.

At this time, the sharp facial features finally perfectly showed the thrilling attractiveness.

Feng Jingchen watched for a moment and even forgot to breathe.

After Murong Qiao finished worshiping the heaven and the earth, he respectfully inserted the high incense into the censer.

Then, he took out his mahogany sword and held it up in front of his eyes, and after reciting a passage of Daoist scriptures in a low voice.

Suddenly draw the sword!

"Chong-"

The wooden sword made a metal-like piercing sound!

The tip of the sword picked up a talisman on the table.

The talisman ignited spontaneously without fire, but it couldn't hurt the wooden sword at all.

Next, there is a sword dance!

Feng Jingchen suddenly raised his eyes and opened his eyes of truth.

Every time Murong Qiao stepped, every turn, every time he swung his sword, he was firmly following a certain pattern!

Murong Qiao's strength is fierce and soft, and the clothes on his body are shining brightly under the sun.

This is definitely one of the most beautiful sword dances in the world.

But Feng Jingchen's focus is not on Murong Qiao himself.

I saw the green smoke curling up, the Taoist scriptures chanting softly, and Murong Qiao's mana surging.

The mana and thought power overflowing from the crowd gradually condensed on Murong Qiao's sword in this move.

Every time the little mahogany sword is swung.

The rules that exist between the heaven and the earth are gradually being aroused by a certain resonance, and they are attracted bit by bit!

This is a new "magic" that Feng Jingchen has never seen before!

For the altar.

Murong Qiao had burned half of the talismans.

suddenly.

He snorted lightly: "Come."

this moment.

There is a strong wind between heaven and earth!

Surprise flashed in Feng Jingchen's eyes.

In the strong wind, ghosts with golden rays of merit and virtue came engulfed one by one.

These turned out to be good souls with meritorious virtues that the underworld has not been able to attract back!

As Murong Qiao waved his long sword, a mysterious power centered on the altar and gradually spread to the outside of Zixiao Dao Palace.

As the radiating range of this force becomes larger and larger, more and more good souls are coerced over!

Under the guidance of Murong Qiao's magic power, the speed of the elders and disciples involuntarily speeding up their chanting.

Nan Hua and Nan Feng stopped slowly, raised their eyes and looked into the distance.

Nan Feng said in a low voice: "It was the first time my junior presided over the ceremony, and the scope of the call covered the entire south. I don't know how far this kid can go."

Nan Hua looked at Murong Qiao on the altar with melodious eyes: "Murong is younger than Junior Brother, so he should not have much merit. If he can catch up with Junior Brother, he is already pretty good."

Between the two talking.

That strange force has already covered the entire Anlong province, and it is rapidly moving towards all directions!

In Feng Jingchen's eyes, he could see that Murong Qiao attracted more and more rules and souls.

But correspondingly, every movement Murong Qiao made in the future was met with increasing resistance.

From his ease at the beginning, he gradually became serious.

A drop of sweat slipped from Murong Qiao's forehead, reflecting crystal light in the sunlight.

His eyes suddenly froze!

Immediately mobilize all the mana in the dantian, and increase the output in the last wave!

One province, two provinces...

In just one breath, that force has already swept across the entire south!

But this is not over yet.

The three major forces, except that Zixiao Dao Palace is fixedly in charge of the south.

The east, west, and north sections are in charge of the Bodhi Temple and the Qianqing Gate in turn.

That is to say, every year there will be a good soul in one direction, and it will not be led to reincarnation until the next year.

And this year, it's the west's turn!

Murong Qiao concentrated all his strength, guided all the power of rules without a teacher, and flocked to the west!

"What?!" Nanhua was so shocked that he almost lost his composure.

Nan Feng's eyes widened even more: "Brother, have you taught him how to guide the rules?"

Nan Hua: "How is it possible, he is only a Nascent Soul."

Nan Feng: "Is that Master?"

"It's not a teacher." Master Ju Chen quietly appeared at some point, and looked up at Murong Qiao on the altar, "It's really reckless."

Although it was a rebuke, but Ju Chen's eyes were full of appreciation.

He swept the dust lightly with his hand.

A cloud of pure mana slowly sank into Murong Qiao's body.

This is the purest magic power of the Zixiao Heart Sutra that is inherited from Zixiao Taoist Palace.

As soon as the mana entered Murong Qiao's dantian, there was no rejection at all, and all the consumption was instantly replenished!

Murong Qiao felt refreshed!

The rules that just flocked to the west seemed to have "swallowed" the entire west with a bang, as if they had taken Shiquan Dabu pills!

"Huh—" The situation between the sky and the earth changed color.

The Huashen Tianshi of Bodhi Temple and Qianqingmen sensed something, and looked to the south with a surprised expression.

In the secret room organized by the evil celestial master.

The leader suddenly stood up and looked towards the sky in disbelief: "What is that?!"

It actually gave him the illusion of being frightened!

There are also many celestial masters who are presiding over the ceremony, and they also clearly sensed something, subconsciously looking to the south.

Murong Qiao was "a fledgling" who shocked everyone in the first battle.

More and more ghosts with golden light of merit arrived, and the entire main hall square was packed to the brim.

All the ghosts clustered around Murong Qiao, and there was only instinctive desire in his eyes.

"Boom boom boom——"

Suddenly, there were three loud bangs from the bronze bell next to the main hall.

The auspicious time has come.

Murong Qiao raised his eyes to look at the sky, and a gleam of light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

Holding the mahogany sword in his hand, he began to pull the rules and forces concentrated in the entire square.

The magnificent sword dance had stopped at some point.

Murong Qiao kept his mind tightly, only a point in front of his eyes remained.

He raised his hand lightly, stabbing forward with the tip of the sword.

"Boom--"

A silent loud noise cracked from mid-air!

Inexplicably, there was a burst of flying sand and rocks in the square.

Many little celestial masters who have just started accidentally fell to the ground because they lost their feet.

And the Celestial Master, who has experienced many New Year rituals, has been so shocked that he couldn't be more shocked at this time!

See in mid-air.

The space that was pierced by Murong Qiao slowly exuded a dark energy, and...an instinctively trembling breath!

Someone couldn't help muttering: "Then, what is that?!"

This scene has never been seen before!

In previous years, even if the real person Huashen presided over the ceremony, it would only turn all the good souls into a golden light to reincarnate!

In the eyes of Ju Chen, master and apprentice, there was the same shock and bewilderment.

Nan Feng: "Master, this kid... pierced the sky?!"

"No." Feng Jingchen's mood was the calmest.

Because of his obvious perception, the familiarity behind the void.

That is... the channel of reincarnation!

All the good souls also sensed something in the dark, and couldn't help but wanted to drill into the hole.

Murong Qiao shouted in a low voice: "Ayu!"

Feng Jingchen understood immediately.

He flipped his hands and summoned the birth and death book.

The book of life and death flipped over, revealing the lives of all good souls at once.

Feng Jingchen jumped onto the altar, holding the judge's pen to block the entrance of the cave.

He and Murong Qiao looked at each other.

Immediately, Murong Qiao swung the mahogany sword with his intuition and used a spell that he had never seen before.

Unknown rules are stirring in the air.

The benevolent souls who were originally in a mess immediately lined up at the entrance of the cave in the order of first come, first come.

Holding the judge's pen, Feng Jingchen quickly wrote everyone's verdict in the life and death book.

He finished each sentence of a ghost.

There is no need for the ghost to take the initiative, there is a powerful force at the entrance of the cave, pulling the ghost in!

When everyone saw this scene, their expressions became even more bewildered.

What is this... doing?

If they had the eyes of truth, they might be able to see.

After each good soul disappears, there will be a golden light of merit visible to the naked eye in the sky, falling on everyone present.

Of course, Feng Jingchen and Murong Qiao received the most merit.

Because, they are trying to set things right for the world!

The Heavenly Master Gate can only guarantee that these souls can be reincarnated smoothly.

But what kind of family will be reincarnated in the end is completely uncontrollable.

If you are unlucky, you will be reborn into a family like He Hua, the sister of the Republic of China.

That is definitely an unfair disaster for a good soul who has accumulated merits and virtues for many lifetimes.

Only after being judged by Feng Jingchen, can these benevolent souls go where they should go.

This is definitely a great merit after the collapse of the heavenly court!

All the celestial masters present have contributed their own strength in this process, and naturally they can also share merits.

However, the celestial masters naturally see the golden light of merit.

An elder asked everyone's doubts in a low voice: "Elder Supreme, is this...?"

Juchen Daoist had vaguely guessed something at this time.

He swept the whisk calmly, and the old god said: "Recite sutras with peace of mind, don't stop."

As soon as this remark came out, no one dared to ask any more questions.

Immediately restrain your mind and bless the good souls present.

Even the two brothers Nanhua also recited scriptures in a low voice.

one, two...

As the good soul gradually disappeared, the sun also slowly climbed to the top of the head.

This time Murong Qiao attracted all the benevolent souls from the west and south, totaling three hundred.

In order to maintain the face of the underworld, Feng Jingchen could not use the electronic life and death book for trial, resulting in a very slow trial.

As the sun rises and the sun burns hotter, good souls inevitably feel afraid.

Murong Qiao was keenly aware that the rules were getting out of control.

He quickly shouted: "Master, lend me some mana!"

"..." Ju Chen shook his head helplessly.

His grandson is exactly the same as his apprentice.

The hob meat is not as handsome as three seconds.

Juchen waved the dust whisk.

Murong Qiao's mana immediately replenished.

He swung another inexplicable spell.

All good souls only feel a burst of coldness in the soul and body, and are no longer afraid of the sun.

Feng Jingchen's movements also sped up a bit.

until three in the afternoon.

The last good soul disappeared.

All the people present breathed a sigh of relief.

But the ritual was not over yet.

Murong Qiao held a beautiful sword flower: "Ayu, go and rest, and leave the rest to me."

After saving the souls of the dead, it is to comfort the world!

Although it is a bit late today, the process is still to be completed.

Murong Qiao raised the mahogany sword with a slightly terrified expression.

The surrounding elders and disciples immediately cheered up and continued to chant the Taoist scriptures.

Everyone's thoughts are concentrated together.

Guided by Murong Qiao, it spreads to the heaven and earth bit by bit.

I pray to heaven and earth that the coming year will be blessed with good weather and peace for the country and the people.

Feng Jingchen could see that the rules lingering around the altar trembled slightly, as if they were agreeing to something.

Over time.

After everyone's thoughts reached a peak, they began to decline.The trembling rules also began to slowly return to calm.

This ritual is about to come to a successful conclusion.

But just when Murong Qiao neatly put away his sword.

The situation of the world changed again.

Everyone looked up suddenly.

Suddenly a golden light flew from the sky, covering Murong Qiao suddenly!

Murong Qiao froze in place for an instant, unable to move.

The others felt a heavy coercion spreading, and had to back away again and again!

Seeing the three Huashen real people, they couldn't get even half a step closer!

Only Feng Jingchen was completely unaffected.

He stared at the ray of golden light with a puzzled expression.

That golden light is the breath of destiny!

And that breath was rushing into Murong Qiao's body at a rapid speed.

In just a few breaths, the thick golden light was completely subdued by Murong Qiao.

Murong Qiao slowly opened his eyes.

A few touches of gold flashed in the originally dark eyes.

At this moment, an ancient and vicissitudes of life swept past.The colorful clouds between heaven and earth are all over the sky for three thousand miles, and there are even more fairy music in the sky!

However, this is only for a short moment.

Murong Qiao blinked again, the strange expression in his eyes subsided.

The color-changing fairy sound of that day was like an illusion in my ears, and it faded away in an instant.Everything is back to normal.

Murong Qiao was very puzzled: "What's the matter?"

Seeing that Murong Qiao still looked familiar, Feng Jingchen felt a little relieved.

He stretched out his hand to Murong Qiao: "You come down first."

Murong Qiao immediately jumped to Feng Jingchen's side and held his hand tightly.

The three of Ju Chen walked over quickly.

Nan Feng anxiously asked: "Apprentice, what's wrong with you?"

Murong Qiao was also very puzzled: "I don't know."

He only felt that he had been photographed, and his body was warm.

And then... there is no more.

Nanhua pondered: "Master, do you see...?"

Ju Chen shook his head solemnly: "There is no record in the book. Feng Wuchang, do you know what's going on?"

Feng Jingchen's eyes flickered slightly: "I seem to have heard of it in the underworld. Why don't you let me take Xiao Qiao to the underworld to ask?"

Murong Qiao immediately responded happily: "Okay, okay~"

Nan Feng slapped him on the back of the head: "Shut up."

Heartless apprentice, I really don't know who taught it!

"Oh." Murong Qiao covered the back of his head and hugged Feng Jingchen's arm in aggrieved manner.

Feng Jingchen gently squeezed his palm.

Murong Qiao was immediately comforted and smiled.

Master Nan Feng: "..."

Nan Hua and Master Ju Chen looked at each other.

He bowed to Murong Qiao and said, "Then there will be labor and impermanence."

Feng Jingchen: "You are welcome, Daoist. We will go back as soon as we go."

After speaking, he took Murong Qiao to Huangquan Road in one step.

The two just showed up.

The entire underworld trembled for a moment!

It seemed that some breath was leaked, but it quickly calmed down.

After the ghost gate was closed, there was a scream piercing the sky from Yan Wangyin: "Fuck! Immortal Ziwei is coming?!"

The voice did not fall.

Yan Wangyin, Nie Jingtai, Sanshengshi, and Xiezhi appeared in front of Feng Jingchen in the blink of an eye!

Yan Wangyin was floating in the air, looking around: "Where is it? Where is Immortal Ziwei? We have clearly sensed his breath!"

It ran up to Feng Jingchen: "Chenchen, where did you hide him? Where did you find him?"

Xiezhi was also taken by it to look around, but couldn't find the target no matter what.

Nie Jingtai grabbed the flying Hades Seal.His eyes scrutinized Murong Qiao: "Is it you?"

Yan Wangyin was taken aback for a moment, and then he also reacted.

It couldn't believe it: "What?! You are actually Ziwei Xianjun? How is this possible!"

Xie Zhi also looked at Murong Qiao in doubt, scratched his head and said, "Is it the reincarnation of the fairy? But...why is it different from the Ziwei fairy I have seen before?"

Sanshengshi was silent for a long time, but he said firmly, "No. It's the fairy who chooses the master."

"It seems that Immortal Ziwei has... fallen."

As soon as this remark came out, the scene suddenly fell silent.

Yan Wangyin was stunned: "How could it be? Even Ziwei Xianjun has fallen? Back then...what happened?!"

Xiezhi's brows were also frowned so much that it could kill a fly: "I didn't expect that even Xianjun would..."

The four of them were in a very serious mood.

Only Feng Jingchen and Murong Qiao were still out of the situation.

Murong Qiao was puzzled: "Immortal Ziwei? Is it the one we know? He has fallen? What happened to the selection of the immortal?"

Sanshengshi's reaction was the most calm: "It is indeed the one you know."

"Immortal Ziwei has been one of the strongest fairy gods since the establishment of the Heavenly Court, and has never been replaced. As for the selection of the fairy seat..."

"The gods in the fairy court are for those who are capable. Once the immortal falls, in addition to being re-canonized by the emperor of heaven, if someone with a destiny appears, it will also attract heaven and earth to automatically canonize it."

"You should have done something that can trigger the rules of heaven and earth, right?"

Murong Qiao still looked at Feng Jingchen in a daze: "Ayu, did I trigger the rules just now?"

Feng Jingchen nodded: "Not bad."

It was only then that Murong Qiao remembered the spells he had unconsciously used before.

He quickly explained it briefly and asked, "What's going on here?"

Yan Wangyin also adjusted at this time, and said sourly: "That is a spell derived from the rules of heaven and earth. Anyone who is destined can understand it. You kid, I don't know what kind of shit luck you have."

Murong Qiao turned to look at the little seal.

When he saw the seal of Yama, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Yan Wang? Do you know me?"

Why does it sound so familiar in tone.

Yan Wangyin: "...!!"

It subconsciously covered its mouth and secretly looked at Feng Jingchen.

Feng Jingchen changed the subject very calmly: "The current situation is that Xiao Qiao has been canonized as Immortal Ziwei by the rules of heaven and earth?"

Nie Jingtai: "Yes and no. He is too weak now to be called a fairy at all. Only after he has ascended can he be normal."