Heaven's Formula

"This is only true in the upper city." She shook her head. "If you are near the factory area, docks or slums, the number of souls gathered will increase. According to people from the police department, those places are also areas where small demons often appear. We just came over from the pier, and I didn't find a condensed soul, which shows that even ordinary people in Jinxia City can live a pretty good life."

"Perhaps you just haven't seen the dark side of this city." Felton said noncommittally, "Light and shadow always accompany each other, just like the sun and the moon. If I were that Lord Xia, I would definitely not want to show the ugly side to you." New arrivals."

"That's what you said." Hua Lin lowered the curtain, "After seeing their princess, the answer may be clearer."

Driving into the villa, Xia Fan brought Princess Mu Ye into Ning Wanjun's bedroom.

"I was supposed to let you rest for a few more days after traveling long distances at sea, but this matter has long nights and dreams, so please..."

"It doesn't matter," Hua Lin interrupted him softly. "You rescued me from the cage. This matter is already a great kindness. Moreover, performing this technique requires too much physical strength. It doesn't matter if you rest later."

"Do you need me to prepare anything?" Xia Fan asked a little nervously.After several months of running around just for this moment, and with the soul and other things involved, it was really hard for him to relax, "Is there any possibility of accidents in this technique? I mean... the princess will lose her memory when she wakes up." Or things like a big change of mind.”

Hua Lin laughed, "As long as the technique is not interrupted, the soul must be complete. It only has two possibilities of success and failure, and there will be no deviation in the middle."

"What's the situation of failure?" Xia Fan's heart skipped a beat.

"It's just that the transfer failed. This may be due to the lack of soul, or the strong resistance from the other party's subconscious." She explained, "But don't worry, this technique can be repeated many times, and there will always be a success. In addition... You can indeed provide a little help, and that is to call this person whom His Highness is familiar with to intervene in this transfer and reduce the resistance of consciousness. After all, no one’s soul is willing to be stripped out of the body.”

Chapter 7: The Art of Moving Souls

When Hua Lin was setting up the scene, Mo Yun also rushed to Fengyang Villa.

She was one of the people in Jinxia City who cared the most about this matter, but she couldn't pick her up at the pier immediately because of business issues.The moment she saw Xia Fan, her face was full of anxiety and worry, "How is the situation now? Does the soul transfer you said need a carrier? I can bear the erosion of evil spirits."

"It doesn't have to be like this." Xia Fan reassured, "We discussed it when we were on the boat. The damaged body of the living dead can bear the temporary container."

In the past hundred years, there were not a few living dead who were damaged. Although some of them were frozen, they lost the possibility of recovery due to their injuries.The Fang family moved all the way from Lingzhou to Shenzhou, and did not leave these bodies in the refrigerated cellar to the Privy Council.

"But just in case these bodies still have a chance to recover..." Mo Yun bit his lip.

In fact, this is also the original intention of the Fang family to keep them.

Who knows whether alchemy will suddenly improve, making some things that were unattainable in the past become reality?

"This is a decision made by the Fang family." Xia Fan patted her on the shoulder, "In Fang Jiuzhang's words, it is a good thing for Princess Muye to come to Jinxia Fang's house. In this way, if there are serious injuries to the living dead, you can also use This technique preserves their souls. Compared to the newcomers who have forgotten everything in the past, it is undoubtedly more important to save the clansmen who get along day and night on weekdays."

"...I see." Mo Yun replied after a long silence.

"By the way, do you want to be the assistant of this technique?" Xia Fan repeated Hua Lin's words, "After all, you have been intimate with Ning Wanjun before."

"What kind of close relationship, we are just friends!" Mo Yun glared at him, with a hesitant expression.But after a while, she still shook her head, "No, it's just you."

"I've only known her for about half a year."

"But no one has ever made such a big change to her like you." Mo Yun's tone was slightly bitter, but mixed with a trace of happiness, "Although I have been with her for so long, I rarely realize that she is in the palace. The sufferings she encountered during the war. Until she decided to rebel against the royal family, she never intended to reveal the truth to me. Speaking of which, the reason why I was called to Jinxia is also inseparable from you, so... this candidate must be you. "

Seeing what she said, Xia Fan didn't try to persuade her any more.

An hour later, with the help of Fang's family, Hua Lin completed the layout of the scene.

The body of the living dead used for the transfer had been thawed and lay flat beside Ning Wanjun, while the ice coffin on the princess was fading little by little.This is also a scene that Xia Fan has never seen before. The girl seems to be surrounded by solid ice, but there is no trace of wetness. The frozen shell directly turns into wisps of white smoke and dissipates on the top of the palace.

Between the two are piles of expensive spell materials, as well as patterns and incantations of bloodline spells.This point is surprisingly consistent between the East and the West. If you want to strengthen the effect of the spell, you will choose the triple spell to cast it.If Xia Fan himself is included, then this is undoubtedly a quadruple technique.

He also carefully looked at the patterns of those spells, and found that they were slightly different from what he had imagined—Hua Lin did not draw a few sketches of the soul at random, but roughly depicted the entire nervous system, with a high degree of accuracy, no doubt It is the result obtained after extensive dissection.

And those spots of gold paint running between the two heads probably represent Qi.

As for the materials used, Xia Fan did not find much knowledge.

For example, he was puzzled by the connection between the meteorite block and the nectar flower and the soul.Ask Princess Mu Ye based on this, and she just said that this is the result of hundreds of years of research by the Stitch family, and the effect is indeed better than ordinary medicine.Therefore, Xia Fan can only attribute this to empirical materials for the time being, just like the Lightning Strike Wood that actually has little to do with lightning.

"We can start the spell." Hua Lin said after letting all unrelated personnel leave the bedroom.

"Am I sitting or lying down?" Xia Fan asked.

"It's all right, but you may lose consciousness briefly during this time, so it's better to have something to lean on."

Xia Fan lay down on the floor without hesitation.

There was a moment of silence.

The incense burning around him made him feel drowsy.

He suddenly realized whether this thing, like the master's mist, has the effect of hypnotizing the person who senses the qi.

At this moment, a black shadow suddenly hit him.

He couldn't help but be taken aback.

I saw Hua Lin straddling him, and slowly bent down.

"your Highness?"

"Sorry." She smiled a little shyly, "This is a necessary process for attracting souls, I'm sorry."

While speaking, Xia Fan saw the fangs at the corners of the other party's mouth revealing red lips, like a white bamboo shoot.

Then she moved closer to his neck and opened her mouth to bite down.

As soon as this consciousness came to Xia Fan's mind, he seemed to be dragged into a dark and warm abyss.

……

"Your Highness, Your Highness, it's not good! The enemy has already killed outside the city!" Xu Guerzhe staggered into the tent and shouted anxiously, "Brothers can't hold on for too long, Your Highness, hurry up and leave Jinxia City by boat !"

Ning Wanjun was also covered in blood.

Although most of the blood was splashed on her by enemies, she was not unscathed after all.

The frequent and fierce battles brought her physical strength and energy down to an extremely low point.

Otherwise, she would not have retreated from the city wall at all and took a rest.

"How many men and horses do we have left?"

"It's less than a thousand..."

Is there only one thousand left?Ning Wanjun closed her eyes, and slowly let out a breath. This number of people no longer organized a counterattack.If she couldn't break through, she would have no choice but to go to sea by boat.

Five years of persistence finally came to naught.

She secretly accumulated power in Jinxia City, and replaced the Wang family with a salt merchant who supported her, and gradually strengthened her power by extracting money from the salt tax.Four years ago when Ning Weiyuan ascended the throne, she ventured back to Shangyuan to congratulate her, hiding the truth from her brothers.After hearing the news of the alliance of the Privy Council, she also put on a gesture of submission, even marrying a seven-star alchemist.With multiple checks and balances, even if the Ning family was dissatisfied with her, they couldn't take the first step.

Relying on the Xiji firearms bought from Dongsheng Kingdom, she formed a strong enough army.Coupled with proper administration and strong support from the people of Jinxia City, in less than three years, she has become the actual controller of the Shenzhou Realm, gradually gaining the power to fight against the royal family.

But Qixing turned a blind eye to this and didn't care.For them, no matter who is in charge of the country, they only need to obey the Qixing Mansion.

However, her real opponent is Ning Qianshi.

It was only after Ning Wanjun came that she found out that the other party had already cast a lot of eyeliner in Shenzhou, and calculated all her plans through an alchemist named He'er, and led the alchemist to surprise Shenzhou before she did it.

Under the sudden attack of high-level alchemists, the Bianzhou government was directly disintegrated, and then the army approached, launching a tug-of-war on the land of Shenzhou.Due to the relationship between Seven Stars, Ning Qianshi could only invest in his core alchemists, but even so, the Jinxia Army still could not win the battle under the haste.

A year and a half later, she returned to Yancheng.

It seems that everything is back to the beginning.

But this time, she couldn't go any further.

Chapter 7 Ten Deviations of the World

"Uh..." Ning Wanjun suddenly pressed her forehead, and a burst of severe pain swayed in her mind.

"Your Highness!" Xu Guerzhe hurriedly stepped forward to help him, "Are you alright?"

"I..." She opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say.For some reason, she has been repeating a dream all these years, a dream that is very different from reality.In the dream, Jinxia was flourishing day by day, and the Privy Council had nothing to do with her.There are a large number of talented people gathered around her, and the surrounding forces have turned against her. She is getting closer and closer to her goal, and everything is like a dream.

No, that is a dream.

Ning Wanjun showed a wry smile.

What can she say at a time like this?Tell your generals that things shouldn't be like this, tell your own dream?

What is even more difficult to say is that even this dream is vague.

Sometimes she also wonders whether this is God's enlightenment to her, and if she acts according to the content of her dream, she will be able to reap the same results.For example, organizing machine construction bureaus and recruiting machine engineers with huge sums of money; and reforming the salt law, trying to use sunlight to dry salt, all of which have achieved certain results, and some are even quite good.But it was much worse than in the dream, as if something crucial was missing...

It's a pity that dreams are dreams after all. Once I wake up, I can't remember those details anymore.

Suddenly, Ning Wanjun heard a cry.

That was the voice of the enemy outside the city to persuade them to surrender.

"If the princess surrenders, Jinxia will be safe! If you continue to resist, the whole city will be slaughtered!"

"If the princess surrenders, Jinxia will be safe! If you continue to resist, the whole city will be slaughtered!"

"Your Highness, let's go!" Xu Youzhan said anxiously, "Officer He has prepared a fast boat for you. Go east from here, and you can go to Dongsheng Kingdom. The salt money saved there is enough for you to make a comeback!"

Make a comeback?

Of course she knew it was just a comforting word.

With no one and no land, the money can at most spend the rest of your life in peace, and even the rest of your life may not be able to spend the rest of your life in peace.

He just wants to keep himself alive.

But can she really go?

Leaving everyone who supported her for so many years, throwing the lives of her subordinates to Ning Qianshi's butcher knife, and walking away?

"I……"

"This farce should be over." Someone suddenly interrupted her.

It was a tall man with a jade crown on his head, and his imposing manner was quite extraordinary, but the strange thing was that his face was very blurred, and even the facial features were hard to recognize.

Ning Wanjun was stunned, "You are..."

"What nonsense are you talking about, I am your husband!" The man frowned, "Surrender, Qixing will save your life. Massacring the city will lead to excessive resentment, and it may lead to a wild night. Master Yuheng will not Allow this to happen."

"How could you hand her over to Ning Qianshi and Ning Weiyuan?" Xu Youzhan said anxiously, "They will never let Her Royal Highness go easily, even if they survive, there is no guarantee—"

"Noisy." The man suddenly waved his hand, and a icy cold light flashed, knocking the guerrilla general away.The latter slammed into the wall, then slumped to the ground, his neck twisted into a strange shape.

"You!" Ning Wanjun said in astonishment.

"This chaotic war has already brought too many disasters to Shenzhou. I should have ended your ambition earlier. I thought that the Ning family would have some outstanding descendants. It seems that Qixing Mansion is overthinking."

"What do you mean?" She clenched her fists.

"You don't think that a loser is worthy of being my wife, do you?" He sneered, "This is an attempt by Qixing Mansion, hoping to make more capable people become envoys. If you succeed, Qixing Then I will transfer He'er's inheritance to you, and you will replace that weak one as the new Tianshu envoy. And I am your observer."

Inheritance of the Angels?She seems to have heard it somewhere.

Is it in a dream?

Another stabbing pain came, and Ning Wanjun suddenly felt that the dream seemed much clearer, and some details that were difficult to recall on weekdays also came into mind.

"It seems that you are not too satisfied with Ning Qianshi..."

"Hmph." The man said contemptuously, "If he hadn't insisted on protecting that woman to death, we wouldn't have indulged you to this extent. It's a pity that you failed the test of the Seven Star Mansion."

"So the saying to spare my life is also false?"

"I don't need to lie to you. You will survive, but you must give everyone an explanation. From the outside world, you are no different from dead."

It's probably the execution in public, and then secretly changing people.

Ning Wanjun didn't bother to think about her fate.

Because she will never surrender.

"What if I refuse?"

"Then you are looking for death." The man held up a talisman coldly, "And you will be tortured before you die, and you will not be able to survive after death!"

For some reason, Ning Wanjun suddenly remembered the scene when he was fighting with Anjia Onmyoji.

The moment the other party used the technique of the torture platform, it seemed as if he had experienced a dream...

Wait!

When did she fight An Jia?

"I want to ask you a question." Ning Wanjun said slowly.

"You say." The man also slowed down his attacking posture.

"The face of a normal person...could it be a cloud of mist?" She stared at him.

"What are you talking about?" Although he couldn't see the latter's frowning expression, he could still tell one thing or two from his tone.

— he was wondering.

"Forget it, I guess you won't be able to answer it, so I'll change another question." Ning Wanjun continued, "Since we are husband and wife, do you still remember the scene when we got married?"