Su Yiwen Lingzhao

On the bed, Su Yi picked up Qingwan and put it into a sitting posture, while he sat behind her, with his hands in a seal, and gently pressed Qingwan's slender back superior.

Suddenly, a secret seal appeared between Su Yi's palms and fingers, and along with his spiritual thoughts, it poured into Qingwan's body.

This is a secret technique of the soul, called "Small Spirit Mark".

Take the meaning of "every detail".

Under these secret techniques, you can see everything abnormal in the monk's body and soul.

Time ticks by.

Su Yi's spiritual sense is like an invisible tentacle, sensing every inch of Qingwan's body.

After a tea time.

Su Yi's brows also showed a hint of fatigue.

A grain of sand can hide a world.

"Why can't I find a strange place?"

Su Yi frowned.

Qingwan has been in a strange coma for the past two months.

Unexpectedly, when Su Yi conducted sensing and insight, he found nothing unusual.

"Could it be that the power I use is far inferior to some secret power hidden in Qingwan's body, so that I cannot detect it?"

Su Yi pondered.

Tao has size, and cultivation has strength.

There are also high and low powers.

Just like if the characters in the imperial realm deliberately hide their figures, the characters under the imperial realm will definitely not be able to sense it.

This made Su Yi wonder, even if he has now cultivated to the Great Perfection of the Mysterious Nether Realm, if some kind of secret power hidden in Qingwan's body is far beyond this realm, then use ordinary Means to sense, destined to be nothing.

"Then try the power of the Nine Hells Sword!"

After hesitating for a while, Su Yi finally made a decision.

He didn't use the breath of the Nine Prisons Sword before, because Qingwan had not yet become an emperor, and he was worried that a little carelessness would hurt Qingwan.

But now, he doesn't care.

"Condensate!"

Taking a deep breath, Su Yi took out a ray of spiritual thought, blended it into the extremely tiny breath of the Nine Hells Sword, and then carefully sensed it in Qingwan's body.

In just an instant, Qingwan's delicate body trembled violently, and in the depths of her soul, a mysterious totem appeared.

He looks like a strange cold eye!

"Sure!"

Su Yi secretly said, without any hesitation, he used the breath of the Nine Prisons Sword as a guide to suppress the imprint totem.

Marked Totem resists like life.

But Su Yi has no plans to stop.

If you don't suppress this imprint totem, Qingwan will be affected by that little **** at any time!

"town!"

Su Yi used the power of his soul with all his strength, and used the breath of the Nine Prisons Sword to suppress the imprint totem.

Meanwhile—

Deep in the stars.

The delicate body of the woman in the blue skirt, who was riding a boat across the vast starry sky, trembled violently, and there was a touch of pain on her brows.

"Damn, someone is suppressing the 'Soul Imprint' of the other half of my body!"

The woman in the blue skirt clenched her teeth, her eyes were full of radiance, she used all her strength to try to suppress this abnormality.

But in the end it was futile.

"Don't struggle any more! Once the imprint of the soul is injured, you will also suffer!"

In the bronze pot on the bow of the boat, there was a worried voice of Jiu Yao, "And I dare to conclude that the watcher must have shot, he is worried that your other half will be affected by you, so Use the means to try to imprison that divine soul imprint!"

The woman in the green skirt trembled violently and gasped violently.

It wasn't until half a sound that she recovered little by little, and said bitterly: "It's useless for me to struggle, the force used by the other party is too terrifying, and in one fell swoop, the imprint of the soul of the other half of my body was suppressed. …”

Jiu Yao hurriedly reassured: "Girl, I told you earlier that the other party can't mess with it, you...even if you lose, you are still proud!"

The woman in the green dress: "...???"

"You also saw that the spectator did not destroy the imprint of the soul, which is enough to prove that the other party has a close relationship with your other half, which is also a good thing."

Jiu Yao said, "At the very least, there will be conflicts in the future, and the other party will not be ruthless if they think about your other half's face. Of course, it is best that such conflicts never happen!"

The woman in the green skirt couldn't help but put her hand on her forehead, looking deeply ashamed, and said, "Uncle Jiuyao, you have changed."

Jiu Yao said: "Changed?"

The woman in the green skirt gritted her teeth and said: "Yes! Don't you realize that when you talk about that spectator, it's like you're scared, and you're home!"

Nine Lights: “…”

He coughed dryly, and said in a complicated tone, "That's because you don't understand how terrible a spectator is, he..."

Before she could finish speaking, the woman in the blue skirt couldn't help but interrupt: "No matter how powerful he is, he is now a reincarnation, and he is the cultivation base of Xuanyoujing! Why are you so afraid of him, Uncle Jiuyi? ?"

Nine Lights fell silent.

The woman in the green skirt was stunned, and seemed to feel that her words were a little heavy, and said: "Uncle Jiuyao, I just lost my way and said something that shouldn't be said, I also know who the Guanzhu is. Don't worry, even if I meet him, I will try not to conflict with him."

"Okay, how could I not understand your temperament?"

Jiu Yao seemed very generous and said, "However, it's not enough to have no conflict, you must respect, respect from the heart, and there can't be any slights..."

The woman in the blue skirt twitched her lips and suddenly felt a headache. Uncle Jiuyao can ignore his master, but how can he talk about the master, like a different person ?

What happened between him and the master that made him like this?

…

In the pavilion in the depths of the Meteorite Abyss.

Su Yi laid down Qingwan, who was sleeping soundly, and covered her with a quilt. Then he got off the bed and let out a long breath.

"It's actually a natural imprint of the soul. It seems that the origin of Qingwan is indeed not simple."

Su Yi secretly said.

And this group is called the "Innate Spiritual Race"!

However, these are all rumors, and the records are vague. Su Yi has lived for 108,000 years in his previous life, and he has never seen a single case.

In addition, I have never heard of an ancient ethnic group such as the "Xiantian Spirit Race" in the past years of the Xuanhuang Star Realm.

But now, in the depths of Qingwan's soul, there is such a strange fetal imprint, which surprised Su Yi and fully realized that Qingwan's origin is very special!

"Fortunately, the breath of the Nine Prison Sword can imprison such soul imprints, otherwise, no matter where Qingwan is hidden, I am afraid that the little day will come to the door..."

Su Yi took out a jug of wine, drank it, and then walked out of the room.

"Brother Su Yi, how is Qingwan?"

Wen Lingxue and Cha Jin greeted them immediately.

Su Yi smiled and said, "It's alright, let's go, let's go to the banquet."

When old friends meet, they should be happy.

Soon, under the guidance of Ning Siji, a sumptuous banquet was arranged.

Everyone was chatting and laughing, and the atmosphere was warm and harmonious.

Wen Lingxue, Cha Jin, Wen Xinzhao, A Cang and other women, as well as old friends such as Yuan Heng, Ying Que, Ge Qian, Tao Qingshan, etc.

I haven't seen each other for nearly a year, and the changes in everyone are not big.

But Su Yi was full of emotion.

Without him, the changes that have happened to him are undoubtedly too great.

However, the more this is the case, when he gets along with Wen Lingxue and the others, Su Yi feels quite calm and comfortable inside, feeling a kind of tenderness.

It has nothing to do with fame and fortune, and has nothing to do with the world.

Three rounds of wine and five flavors of food.

Su Yi talked about the purpose of returning to the Cangqing Continent this time. He planned to take everyone away, put them in the Seed of Cangqing, and take them to the Great Wilderness!

Even if a storm in the depths of the starry sky comes in the future, under his arrangement, everyone will be arranged in a safe place in advance.

If they are allowed to stay in the Cangqing Continent, it is very likely that various accidents will occur.

Of course, Su Yi did not say these reasons to avoid them worrying about it.

The matter was settled immediately.

"Brother Su Yi, a few days ago, Emperor Xia came to Meteorite once to ask if there was any news about you."

Suddenly, Wen Lingxue spoke with a crisp sound.

Su Yi was startled and said, "What is he here for?"

Ning Siji said from the side: "Knowing that you were not there, Huang Xia left without saying anything, but I think he encountered something difficult, and his speech and behavior are quite a bit Worried and unhappy."

Cha Jin also added softly: "At that time, Qingwan was suffering from that strange disease, and we didn't ask any more questions. Thinking about it now, with the authority and prestige of Emperor Xia, unless If you encounter something that cannot be resolved, otherwise, I am afraid that you will not take the initiative to come to disturb you."

Su Yi nodded slightly and said, "Speaking of which, I also have some friendship with Emperor Xia, this time we leave, we should go and meet him, and see when he is real. If he is in trouble, just help him."

The next morning, after waking up from Cha Jin's bed, Su Yi began to move, placing everyone in the Seed of Cangqing and leaving the Meteorite Abyss.

In just half an hour, Su Yi's figure appeared outside Jiuding City, the imperial capital of Daxia.