Da Bong fights more people

The unreal figure in Tsing Yi emerged again, and the illusory body shook frequently, as if trying to float upwards, trying to break free from the sculpture.

And inside the sculpture, strands of black energy surged towards the figure in Tsing Yi, as if helping him.

But the three forces were simultaneously suppressed by the sealing power between the eyebrows of the sculpture of the witch god.

After repeated several times, Hei Qi and Tsing Yi's figures became sluggish, and they stopped trying again.

Even though the call at the end of the Broken Gold Road rang repeatedly, the figure in Tsing Yi did not reappear.

"Wei Yuan, the soul is back!"

Huaiqing only felt that his arms were cold for a while, and the hand holding the flagpole was covered with a thin crust of ice.

The martial artist's advantages were revealed at this time, and Song Qing came to dance the soul-calling flag, and his hands had been frozen into stones, and they were cracked inch by inch.

As for the poison that comes with the magic weapon, although Huaiqing felt a slight discomfort, but with the physique of a fourth-rank martial artist, it will not be a problem in a short time, as long as it stops within a quarter of an hour.

The cloud over Si Tianjian's head was getting bigger and bigger, and the temperature was getting lower and lower. The power of the soul-calling flag affected the surroundings, making Si Tianjian vaguely turned into a "underworld", and ghosts from inside and outside the capital swarmed.

Some of them are swimming in the sky above the Eight Diagrams Platform; some penetrate the walls and windows and invade the Sitianjian; some are flying around the Star Observatory.

Inside the Sitianjian, the warlocks held up different storage instruments, like children fluttering butterflies, catching ghosts dancing in the room.

"Quick, gather them quickly, these are excellent refining tools and medicine refining materials."

"It's a good thing that the pie fell from the sky."

"Be careful, don't take Wei Yuan's soul away."

While excited by the amount of "materials", the white-clothed warlocks sighed with emotion, thinking that too many people died in and around Kyoto recently.

After a person dies, the soul will gather within seven days, and then completely dissipate within half a month, unable to live forever in the world by itself.

That is to say, the ghosts brought by the soul-calling banner are all new ghosts, people who died within half a month.

After another quarter of an hour, Song Qing took a look at the incense that was getting shorter and shorter and was about to burn out, and his face suddenly became a little ugly:

"Why hasn't Wei Yuan's soul come yet?

"It doesn't make sense. Is it true that you refused to come back because you are not familiar with Your Majesty?"

Huaiqing's beautiful face was already green and white, his eyelashes were stained with hoarfrost, and a trace of anxiety slowly condensed between his brows, and he shouted:

"Stop talking nonsense and see what's wrong."

Song Qing didn't speak any more, and checked the formation first. Although he didn't plan to be promoted to a formation master, he had learned all the formations that should be learned. With enough materials and geomantic treasures, Song Qing could also display a powerful formation. array.

It's just that you can't be like the formation master, the formation will be self-generated with a thought.

"There is no problem with the summoning array, there is no problem with the summoning banner, and there is no problem with the physical body and the primordial spirit."

After Song Qing finished speaking, she looked up at the graceful back of Empress Pingting.

"You mean, I have a problem?" Huaiqing raised his eyebrows.

She swears that if Song Qing dares to make trouble at this time, she will sentence Song Qing to be beheaded at the vegetable market.

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 it has been sealed, so even a top-level magic weapon like the Soul Calling Banner cannot be summoned."

He showed his rigor when doing alchemy experiments.

Huaiqing pondered for a moment, and while dancing the soul-calling banner, he looked back:

"What can be done?"

Song Qing replied:

"Just now I was joking with His Majesty, saying that Xu Qi'an is more suitable for evoking souls, except that he has Wei Yuan's blood on him Well, it's not accurate to say so, just take it for granted.

"But the main reason is that Xu Qi'an has enough luck."

Huaiqing frowned:

"Luck?"

What she doesn't understand is, does calling for souls still require luck?If it's such a child's play, what's the use of summoning the soul.

Song Qing shrugged:

"I don't understand. This is when Zhao Shou sent Wei Yuan's remnant soul to Si Tianjian. He said that if he wanted to call back Wei Yuan's soul in the future, he would let Xu Qi'an do it, because he was lucky enough .”

Huaiqing thought for a while, then asked:

"Xu Qi'an knows about this?"

"Of course I know." Song Qing gave an affirmative answer.

"Then I can!"

Huaiqing said in a firm tone.

Because this was the task Xu Qi'an entrusted to her.

Taking a deep breath, in the depths of Huaiqing's dark pupils, a touch of golden light rose, and the golden light turned into a dragon shadow, swimming in the pupils.

In an instant, Huaiqing felt like a different person, a majestic, powerful, and lofty king, making Song Qing behind him almost kneel down to worship, not daring to look directly at the majesty of the king.

She mobilized the dragon energy in her body.

Before ascending the throne, she used the fragments of the Book of the Earth as a bridge to absorb three main dragon qi and hundreds of scattered dragon qi.

These dragon qi dormant in her body and cannot be mobilized.

It wasn't until she ascended the throne and proclaimed herself emperor that her luck was added to her body, and the dormant luck in her body completely surrendered to her and became something that could be actively used.

"Wei Yuan, the soul is back!"

Huaiqing, whose eyes turned into brilliant dragon pupils, transported Qi to his dantian, and his voice resounded through the sky.

"Wei Yuan, the soul is back!"

In Jingshan City, at the end of the Broken Gold Road, there was a shout like spring thunder.

Accompanied by the sound, two beams of golden beams, from the end of the Broken Gold Avenue, shone straight on the eyebrows of the sculpture of the Witch God.

Between the eyebrows, the seal formed by the clear air slowly peeled off as if splitting.