Dafeng’s Night Squad

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Wow~

The air on the gossip stage seemed to be much colder while the black flags were dancing with gilt array patterns.

No, it doesn't seem to be that when Huaiqing dances the soul-bearing flags, the sky above the star-gazing building is covered by clouds and clouds are surging.

Woo...

The air current passed through the hollow flagpoles made of Mingjinshi, and cried like weeping.

Song Qing frowned, feeling as if the primordial spirit was about to leave the body with the cry.

This broken flag is about to call out my soul... Song Qing took out the wooden cork from her arms and plugged her ears. Only then did she feel better.

Mingjinshi is also called "spirit-calling stone" and "ghost-recruiting stone". Where it is, there must be a crowd of ghosts, so it is one of the essential materials for the spirit-calling banner.

"Uuuuu..."

The wailing suddenly became violent, and inside and outside the capital, the souls of the wronged were awakened. Some of them crawled out of the cold and damp river, some rose from abandoned old houses, and some floated out of the tombs overgrown with grass... .....

The overcast wind was whistling, and the sky was overcast, and the whole Sitianjian was shrouded in a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere.

The white-clothed warlocks of the Sitian Supervisor had been notified long ago, and they went downstairs one after another, and there should be no living people above the third floor.

"Wei Yuan, the soul is back!"

On the trembling soul-recruiting flag, a gilt array talisman lit up, and floated to the distance with the air current from the flag dance, like a twisted road to lead.

..........

Jingshan City.

On the towering altar, the statue of a young man wearing a gorgeous robe and a crown of thorns shook gently.

In the distant sky, the cloudy wind engulfed the light like broken gold, extending from the end of the sky, paved the road of broken gold.

Above the head of the witch **** sculpture, a figure of Tsing Yi slowly emerged, then sank, and so on.

Every time Tsing Yi's figure emerges, a clear light shines on the eyebrows of the youth statue, pressing the soul back into the sculpture.

"Wei Yuan, the soul is back!"

At the end of the broken gold road, a clear voice called.

The unrealistic figure of Tsing Yi emerged again, and the illusory body was shaking frequently, as if trying to float upwards, trying to break free from the sculpture.

Inside the sculpture, a wave of black air rushes into Tsing Yi's figure, as if helping him.

However, the three powers were simultaneously suppressed by the sealing force between the brows of the witch **** sculpture.

After several iterations, Heiqi and Tsing Yi became sluggish and stopped trying.

Despite repeated calls from the end of the broken gold road, Tsing Yi's figure did not reappear.

..............

"Wei Yuan, the soul is back!"

Huaiqing only felt cold in his arms, and the hand holding the flagpole formed a thin shell of ice. .

The advantage of Wufu was reflected at this time. When Song Qinglai danced the soul-bearing flag, both hands had been frozen into stones, and every inch of it had cracked.

As for the toxins contained in the magical artifacts, although Huaiqing felt slightly uncomfortable, with the physique of a fourth-rank martial artist, it would not be a problem in a short time, as long as it stopped within a quarter of an hour.

The cloud over Sitianjian’s head became bigger and bigger, and the temperature dropped and lowered. The power of the spirit-inspiring flags affected the surroundings, making Sitianjian vaguely turned into "underground soil", and the ghosts from inside and outside Kyoto swarmed.

Some of them swam over the Bagua platform; some penetrated the walls and windows and invaded the Sitianjian; some flew around the star-gazing building.

In the Sitian Prison, the warlocks held different storage instruments, like children throwing butterflies, catching the ghosts dancing in the room.

"Quickly, collect them quickly. These are excellent refining tools and medicine materials."

"It's a pie in the sky."

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

The white-clothed warlocks were excited about the amount of "materials", while sighing with emotion, thinking that too many people have died in and outside Kyoto recently.

After a person dies, the soul will gather within seven days, and then disappear completely within half a month, unable to survive forever by itself.

In other words, the ghosts brought by the spirit-calling banners are all new ghosts, people who have died within half a month.

After another quarter of an hour...Song Qing glanced at the incense that was about to burn out, and her face suddenly became a little ugly:

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

"It doesn't make sense, is it really because you are not familiar with your Majesty that you refused to come back?"

Huaiqing's clear and beautiful face was already blue and white, her eyelashes were covered with hoarfrost, a trace of anxiety slowly condensed between her eyebrows, and she said:

"Stop talking nonsense and see what went wrong."

Song Qing did not speak any more. First, he checked the formation technique. Although he did not intend to be promoted to the formation mage, he had learned all the formation techniques he should learn. With enough materials and geomantic treasures, Song Qing could also show great power. The formation.

It's just that you can't act like a formation mage, with a thought, the formation can be spontaneous.

"The soul-calling formation is okay, the soul-calling flags are okay, and the body and soul are okay..."

After Song Qing finished speaking, she raised her head and glanced at the back of the empress Ping Ting Graceful.

"You mean, I have a problem?" Huai Qing raised an eyebrow.

She swears that Song Qing dared to feel bad at this time, and when she turned around, she sentenced Song Qing to be guilty of being killed by a vegetable market.

Song Qing frowned, pondered for a long time, and said:

"There are two possibilities. Wei Yuan's soul is either completely wiped out, or it has received some kind of seal, so even a top-notch magic weapon such as the soul-raising flag cannot be summoned."

He showed the rigor of doing alchemy experiments.

Huaiqing pondered for a moment, while dancing the spirit-bearing flags, he glanced back:

"Is there any way?"

Song Qing replied:

"I was joking with your Majesty just now, saying that Xu Qi'an is more suitable for soul-calling, except that he has Wei Yuan's blood...Well, it is not accurate to say that, just please.

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

Huaiqing frowned:

"Fortune?"

What she wonders is, does it take luck to call upon the soul? What's the use of homing banners if it's such a joke?

Song Qing shrugged:

"I don't understand. This was when Zhao Shou sent Wei Yuan's remnant soul to Sitian Supervisor, he personally confessed. He said that if he wants to recall Wei Yuan's soul in the future, let Xu Qi'an come, because of his luck. enough."

Huai Qing thought for a while, then asked:

"Xu Qi'an knows about this?"

"Naturally knows." Song Qing gave a positive answer.

"Then I can!"

Huaiqing said confidently.

Because this was the task Xu Qi'an gave her.

Taking a deep breath, a golden light rose from the depths of Huaiqing's dark pupils, which turned into dragon shadows, swimming in the pupils.

Suddenly, Huaiqing felt like a different person, a majestic, powerful, and supreme king of the world, so that Song Qing behind him almost knelt down and worshiped, not daring to look directly at the king's majesty.

She mobilized the dragon energy in her body.

Before ascending to the throne, she used the fragments of the earth book as a bridge to absorb three main dragon qi and hundreds of broken dragon qi.

These dragon energy dormant in her body, unable to mobilize.

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

"Wei Yuan, the soul is back!"

His eyes turned into Huaiqing with brilliant dragon pupils, and the voice resounded through the sky through the luck of the dantian.

............

"Wei Yuan, the soul is back!"

Jingshan City, at the end of that broken golden avenue, came a thunderous shout.

Accompanied by the sound, two golden light beams shone straight on the brows of the sculpture of the wizard **** from the end of the avenue of broken gold.

At the center of the eyebrows, the seal formed by the clear air, like a differentiation, slowly peeled off.

On the edge of the altar, Salun Agu’s voice emerged, and he walked to the sculpture and laughed:

"That's right! Fortunately, Dafeng still has a man with enough luck.

"Wei Yuan, that day you sealed the witch god, and the witch **** sought your soul. It is a causal cycle. You repaired the Confucian sage seal with the power of your life, and today you erase the seal by yourself. It is also a causal cycle.

"The old man will give you another strength."

He drew out the whip for driving the sheep, and the whip was lit up with a blazing white light, splashing with a "zizi" electric current, like a thunder whip.

"Snapped!"

Sarun Agu shook his hand on the Tsing Yi Soul, the white light in the whip instantly melted into the soul, and the Tsing Yi Soul burst into a dazzling white light, suddenly full of power.

At the same time, the black energy in the sculpture surged violently, pushing out Tsing Yi's soul a little bit.

On the other side, under the golden light, the clear light on the eyebrows finally disappeared.

boom!

Wearing a crown of thorns gave a violent shock, and the black gas gushed like spring water, pushing Tsing Yi's soul out.

Click! The eyebrows of the Confucian Sage sculpture are chapped again, exactly the same as before Wei Yuan repaired it.

At the moment when Tsing Yi's soul escaped, the avenue of lead that turned into a gloomy weather stretched over, swept him away, then shrank instantly and disappeared at the end of the sky.

And the black air continued to gush upwards, condensing into a huge, fuzzy face in the sky, overlooking the entire Jingshan City.

Salon Agu breathed a sigh of relief, somewhat relieved and disappointed.

It took five months for Wei Yuan to seal the witch god.

In just five months, the Witch God Sect lost the best time to annex the North, and then use the North as the cornerstone to go south and swallow the Central Plains.

"Now the storm is surging in Kyushu, the **** and demon in a fake skin return to Kyushu, half-step the martial **** to get out of trouble and reorganize, if Luo Yuheng successfully overcomes the catastrophe, there will be another land immortal in the Daomen. The situation is getting more and more complicated.

"God is so!"

Salon Agu shook his head regretfully.

As he spoke, the fuzzy face formed by black air in the sky quickly disintegrated, collapsed, and retracted into the Sorcerer God sculpture.

The original hollow eyes of the sculpture showed two gloomy lights, staring at the Confucian sage sculpture on the opposite side.

If you observe carefully, you will find the rift between the eyebrows of the sculpture of Confucian sage, spreading and extending a little bit in the "gaze".

The process is very slow, but unwavering.

............

"Time is up!"

Song Qing whispered:

"Your Majesty, a quarter of an hour has passed, you lose the hoisting banner, it will damage the dragon's body if you take it for a long time."

Huaiqing's silver teeth clenched, ignoring Song Qing's dissuasion, and continued to dance the spirit-bearing banners.

In the voice of "Hua La La", the residual heat of the incense that Song Qing had ordered dissipated, and the incense ash fell off.

Song Qing shook her head and sighed.

After another moment, Huaiqing shook his body, and the hoisting banner in his hand fell off and fell to the ground "Kang Dang".

It's not that she wants to give up, but that she has reached the limit and can't hold the homing banner.

Her fair and beautiful cheeks were covered with blue-black blood vessels, her red lips turned black and purple, and her arms were thick with ice.

None of the main materials of such top-level magical artifacts as the soul-recruiting banners are related to the transcendent realm, which is difficult for her to control for a long time in the fourth stage realm.

The cloudy clouds in the sky disappeared, and the cloudy wind ceased.

The ghosts wandering around the star-gazing building gradually left.

"Your Majesty, detoxify."

Song Qing took out the porcelain bottle from her arms and threw it over.

There is no enlightenment offered by both hands at all.

Researchers are simply not "smart" enough.

So Huaiqing didn't answer, staggering to Wei Yuan's side, staring at Qingjun's face without saying a word, with deep disappointment in his eyes.

At this moment, Song Qing actually saw a trace of sadness from the empress.

He suddenly remembered that when Huaiqing was a princess, he seemed to have studied chess with Wei Yuan for several years, if he remembered correctly.

Suddenly, the soul-calling formation at Huaiqing's feet lit up, and then a fragment of golden light emerged from the horizon, surging layer upon layer, rushing toward the towering star-gazing building.

The golden light came extremely fast, and within a few breaths, it approached the Baguatai, and under the "escort" of the yin wind, it plunged into the body of Da Qingyi in the formation.

Huai Qing withdrew from the battlefield at this time, her beautiful eyes stared at that suit Tsing Yi unblinking.

After a while, the eyelashes in the Tsing Yi twitched and opened his eyes slowly.

He looked at the sky silently for three seconds, slowly sat up, looked around, his eyes finally fell on Huai Qing.

His temples were white, his eyes contained the vicissitudes of time washed away, and he smiled gently:

"Long time no see, Your Majesty!"

Huaiqing's eyes were red, and tears slipped silently:

"Wei Gong......"

...........

Outside the capital, a man in black rushed out of the city gate on horseback and ran along the rammed dash.

...........

Yongzhou.

Xu Pingfeng felt a little bit, and used teleportation techniques to keep away from the old man's sword aura.

Then, turning his head to look at the north, it was clear that it was daylight, but there was a bright star hanging in the northern sky.

"Wei Yuan..."

As a second-class warlock, interpreting image is the ability within the domain.

Xu Pingfeng slowly clenched his fists, and the blue veins on his forehead became prominent.

Wei Yuan's resurrection is not terrible, what kind of climate can a weak body become?

But if Luo Yuheng survived the catastrophe smoothly, then Dafeng would not only have the confidence to contend with Yunzhou in terms of extraordinary combat power. On the battlefield, even if Xu Pingfeng valued Qi Guangbo again, he would not have the confidence to think that he could break the wrist with Wei Yuan.

"I have to go to the North, even if it's a clone..."

Xu Pingfeng glanced at the old man below, and pinched his eyebrows with a headache.

Wanting to grind to death a second-rank martial artist is definitely not an overnight thing.

The smelly stone in this pit.

...........

Southern Xinjiang.

In the virgin forest beyond the extreme abyss, Granny Tiangu looked north through the lush branches and leaves.

"Wei Yuan is resurrected."

Granny Tiangu squinted her eyes, her wrinkled face showed a little smile:

"You guys don't have to worry about getting the bamboo basket empty."

Longtu's several Gu clan leaders were happy at first, and then frowned.

The enchanting Luan Yu frowned her delicate eyebrows:

"Can he restore his cultivation base before his death?"

Granny Tiangu shook her head.

Longtu suddenly looked disappointed:

"What's the use? It depends on whether Xu Qi'an can survive the transition."

You Shi said:

"If Dafeng loses~www.ltnovel.com~, we will not only lose our money, we may even be liquidated."

What he thought in his heart was that Xu Qi'an hadn't given me the ancient corpse yet.

Regarding the optimism of the leaders, Granny Tian Gu smiled.

...........

Star Observatory, Bagua Terrace.

Wei Yuan sat behind the desk that originally belonged to the supervisor, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand, sipped, and shook his head:

"Is there no tea grown by the flower god?"

Huaiqing, who was sitting opposite him, had reduced all emotions at this time, and quietly curled the corners of his mouth:

"Weigong can ask Xu Qi'an for it."

Song Qing has been driven out of the Eight Diagrams platform. Of course, he himself is very happy. After all, the trivial matter of Wei Yuan's resurrection is not enough to make him put down the alchemy experiment.

Wei Yuan put down his teacup and said:

"Xu Qi'an did not come, indicating that Dafeng has reached a precarious situation. Who has sealed this old thing, Jianzheng?"

Huai Qing, who had never confided any information to him, glanced at the man with white sideburns, and sighed:

"Wei Gong, did you think you would resurrect before you set out?

"Dafeng is indeed in a precarious situation now, and Huai Qing is just wanting to ask you for advice."

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