Clatter ~ ~
As the black flag engraved with golden patterns danced, the air on the Eight Trigrams Platform seemed to become much colder.
No, it was not just "seem". When Huaiqing waved the Spirit-summoning Flag, dark clouds gathered in the sky above the Stargazing Tower, blocking the sunlight and surging layer by layer.
Woo woo …
The airflow passed through the flagpole, which was made of Resonating Gold Stone and was full of holes, making a weeping sound.
Song Qing frowned, feeling that his Vital Spirit was about to leave his body along with the crying.
This broken flag is going to summon my soul … Song Qing took out a cork from his pocket and plugged his ears. Only then did he feel a little better.
Resonating Gold Stone was also called "Spirit Stone" or "Ghost Stone". Wherever it was, ghosts would gather, so it was one of the essential main materials of the Spirit-summoning Flag.
"Woo woo woo …"
The wailing suddenly intensified. Inside and outside the capital city, many ghosts were awakened. Some of them crawled out of the cold and wet river, some rose from the deserted old houses, and some floated out of the overgrown tombs …
The chilly wind was whistling, and the dark clouds were gathering overhead. The entire Celestial Commissioner was shrouded in a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere.
The warlocks in white of the Celestial Commissioner had already been informed and went downstairs. No living people were allowed on the third floor and above.
"Wei Yuan, come back, soul!"
On the trembling Spirit-summoning Flag, the gilded talismans lit up and floated away with the airflow from the flag, like a twisted road.
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Jing Shan City.
On the towering altar, the statue of a young man wearing a gorgeous robe and a crown of thorns was shaking gently.
In the distant sky, the chilly wind rolled up the golden light, extending from the end of the sky and paving a golden road.
On the top of the Sorcerer God statue, a figure in cyan slowly emerged and then sank, repeating the process.
Every time the figure in cyan emerged, a Light lit up between the eyebrows of the statue of the young man, forcing the soul back into the statue.
"Wei Yuan, come back, soul!"
At the end of the golden road, a clear voice called.
The illusory figure in cyan emerged again. The illusory body trembled frequently, as if it was trying to float up and break free from the statue.
Inside the statue, a black gas was pushing the figure in cyan, as if it was helping him.
However, the three forces were suppressed by the seal between the Sorcerer God statue's eyebrows.
After a few times, the black gas and the figure in cyan became dispirited and stopped trying.
No matter how many calls were made, the figure in cyan did not appear again.
…
"Wei Yuan, come back, come back, soul!"
Huai Qing felt his arms go cold, and a thin layer of ice formed on his hand that was holding the flagpole.
The advantage of a martial artist could be seen at this moment. Song Qing's hands had been frozen into stone and cracked inch by inch when he waved the Spirit Summoning Banner.
As for the poison on the instrument, it made Huaiqing feel a little uncomfortable. However, with the physique of a Rank-4 martial artist, it would not be a problem in a short period of time. She just needed to stop it within 15 minutes.
The dark clouds above the Celestial Commissioner's head were getting bigger and bigger, and the temperature was dropping. The power of the flag affected the surroundings, turning the Celestial Commissioner into the underworld. Spirits inside and outside the capital swarmed in.
Some of them wandered above the Eight Trigrams Platform; some penetrated the walls and windows, entering the Celestial Commissioner; some flew around the stargazing tower.
Inside the Celestial Commissioner, the warlocks were holding different kinds of instruments, like children catching butterflies, catching the dancing spirits.
"Quick, collect them. These are all excellent materials for crafting weapons and alchemy."
"It's like a pie falling from the sky."
"Be careful, don't collect Wei Yuan's soul."
The warlocks in white were excited about the number of "materials", but at the same time, they sighed, thinking that too many people had died inside and outside the capital.
After a person died, his soul would gather in seven days, and then completely disappear in half a month, unable to exist in the world through his own body.
In other words, the spirits summoned by the flag were all new ghosts, people who died in the past half a month.
After another eight minutes passed, Song Qing cast a glance at the incense stick, which was about to burn out, and his expression instantly turned a little unpleasant. "That's right.
"Why hasn't Wei Yuan's soul come?
"It doesn't make sense. Is it really because he is not familiar with you, Your Majesty, that he refused to come back?"
Huaiqing's beautiful face was pale, and her eyelashes were covered with white frost. A trace of anxiety slowly formed between her eyebrows. She scolded.
"Cut the crap and find out what's wrong."
Song Qing did not speak again. First, he checked the array. Although he did not plan to become an array master, he had learned all the necessary arrays. With enough materials and good feng shui, Song Qing could also set up an extremely powerful array.
However, he could not be like an array master, who could create an array with just a thought.
"There's no problem with the array, the flag, the body and the spirit …"
After Song Qing finished speaking, she raised her head and looked at the empress's graceful back view.
"You mean, there's something wrong with me?" Huaiqing raised her eyebrows.
She swore that if Song Qing dared to touch her at this time, she would sentence Song Qing to death.
Song Qing frowned and pondered for a long time before he said,
"There are two possibilities. Wei Yuan's soul has either been completely destroyed, or it is under some kind of seal, so even a top artifact like the spirit flag can't be summoned."
He revealed the rigor of an alchemy experiment.
Huaiqing pondered for a moment, waved the spirit flag, and looked back.
"What can I do?"
Song Qing replied.
"I was joking with Your Majesty just now, saying that Xu Qi 'an is more suitable for summoning souls, except for the fact that he has the blood of Wei Yuan … Well, it's not accurate to say that.
"But the main reason is that Xu Qi 'an has enough luck."
Huaiqing frowned.
"Luck?"
What she didn't understand was, could it be that summoning souls required luck? If that was the case, what was the use of the spirit flag?
Song Qing shrugged.
"I don't understand. This is what Zhao Shou told me when he sent Wei Yuan's remnant soul to the Celestial Commissioner. He said that if Wei Yuan's soul is to be summoned in the future, Xu Qi 'an should be summoned because he has enough luck. "
Huaiqing thought for a moment and asked.
"Does Xu Qi 'an know about this?"
"Of course." Song Qing gave an affirmative answer.
"Then I can do it!"
Huaiqing said with certainty.
Because this was the task Xu Qi 'an gave her.
Taking a deep breath, Huaiqing's dark eyes glowed with a golden light. The golden light turned into the shadow of a dragon and swam in her pupils.
In an instant, Huaiqing gave people the feeling that she had changed into a different person. She was majestic, powerful, and a high and mighty monarch. Song Qing, who was behind her, almost knelt down and worshipped her, not daring to look at the majesty of a monarch.
She mobilized the Dragon Breath in her body.
Before she ascended the throne, she used the fragments of the Book of the Earth as a bridge to absorb three main Dragon Breath and hundreds of scattered Dragon Breath.
These Dragon Breath were dormant in her body and could not be mobilized.
It was not until she ascended the throne and became the monarch that the dormant luck in her body completely surrendered to her and became something that she could use actively.
"Wei Yuan's soul, return!"
Huaiqing, whose eyes turned into bright dragon pupils, mobilized the Qi in her dantian, and her voice resounded through the sky.
…
"Wei Yuan's soul, return!"
At the end of the Golden Fragmented Path in Jing Mountain City, a thunderous shout came.
Along with the voice, two golden beams of light, from the end of the Golden Fragmented Path, shone straight on the forehead of the Sorcerer God statue.
The seal condensed by the clear Qi between the eyebrows slowly peeled off, as if it was splitting.
At the edge of the altar, Salen-Agu's voice emerged. He stepped in front of the statue and said with a smile,
"That's right! Fortunately, there was another person in the Great Consecrator who had enough luck.
"Wei Yuan, when you sealed the Sorcerer God, the Sorcerer God asked for your soul. This is the cycle of cause and effect. You used your life force to repair the seal of the Confucian Sages, and today, you erased the seal yourself. This is also the cycle of cause and effect.
"This old man will give you another power."
He pulled out the sheep-driving whip. The whip lit up with a blazing white light and splashed with electric currents, like a lightning whip.
"Bang!"
Salen-Agu shook his hand and whipped the soul of Cyan Robe. The white light in the whip instantly integrated into the soul. Cyan Robe's soul bloomed with a dazzling white light and was suddenly full of power.
At the same time, the black Qi in the statue surged violently, pushing out Cyan Robe's soul little by little.
On the other side, under the Light, the light between the eyebrows finally disappeared.
Boom!
The Crown of Thorns shook violently, and the black Qi gushed out like a spring, pushing Cyan Robe's soul out.
"Crack!" The eyebrows of the Confucian Sages statue cracked again, just like before Wei Yuan repaired it.
The moment Cyan Robe's soul broke free, the Great Path of Guidance formed by the chilly wind extended and swept him away. Then, it shrank and disappeared at the end of the sky.
The black Qi continued to gush up and condensed into a huge, blurry human face in the sky, overlooking the entire Jing Mountain City.
Salen-Agu heaved a sigh of relief. He was a little relieved, but also a little disappointed.
Five months had passed since Wei Yuan sealed the Sorcerer God and Salen-Agu's resurrection.
In just these five months, the Sorcerer God Religion lost the best opportunity to annex the Northern Region and use it as a cornerstone to go south and swallow the Central Plains.
"Now, the Nine Prefectures are in turmoil. The Gods and Demons wearing a layer of fake skin have returned to the Nine Prefectures, and the half-step Martial God has broken free and reformed. If Luo Yuheng succeeds in passing the Tribulation, the Dao Sect will have another Earth Immortal. The situation is getting more and more complicated.
"This is the will of Heaven!"
Salen-Agu shook his head regretfully.
As he spoke, the blurry human face formed by the black Qi in the sky quickly disintegrated and collapsed, shrinking back into the Sorcerer God statue.
Two dim lights appeared in the originally empty eyes of the statue, staring at the statue of Confucian Sages opposite it.
If one looked closely, they would find that the crack between the eyebrows of the statue of Confucian Sages was spreading and extending little by little.
The process was very slow, but firm.
…
"Time's up!"
Song Qing said in a low voice,
"Your Majesty, a quarter of an hour has passed. You should throw away the Spirit-summoning Streamer. If you hold it for too long, it will hurt your body."
Huaiqing clenched her teeth, ignoring Song Qing's dissuasion, and continued to wave the Spirit-summoning Streamer.
With a rustling sound, the remaining heat of the incense burned by Song Qing dissipated, and the ashes fell off.
Song Qing shook his head and sighed.
After a while, Huaiqing's body shook, and the Spirit-summoning Streamer in her hand fell to the ground with a clang.
It wasn't that she wanted to give up, but that she had reached her limit and couldn't hold the Spirit-summoning Streamer anymore.
Her fair and beautiful cheeks were covered with dark blue veins, her red lips turned dark purple, and a thick layer of ice condensed on her arms.
A top-notch artifact like the Spirit-summoning Streamer didn't have any main materials that were related to the transcendent realm, and it was difficult for her to control it for a long period of time.
The gloomy clouds in the sky dissipated, and the chilly wind stopped.
The spirits that were wandering around the Stargazing Tower gradually left.
"Your Majesty, please expel the poison."
Song Qing took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom and tossed it over.
He didn't have the awareness to offer it with both hands.
People who did research weren't "smart" enough.
Therefore, Huaiqing didn't catch it. She staggered to Wei Yuan's side and stared at his handsome face without saying a word. There was deep disappointment in her eyes.
At this moment, Song Qing saw a trace of sadness in the Empress.
He vaguely remembered that when Huaiqing was still a princess, she seemed to have learned chess from Wei Yuan for a few years, if he remembered correctly.
Suddenly, the Soul Summoning Array under Huai Qing's feet lit up, and then a scattered golden light emerged from the horizon, surging layer by layer, rushing toward the towering Stargazing Tower at a high speed.
The golden light was extremely fast and approached the Eight Trigrams Platform in a few breaths. Under the "escort" of the chilly wind, it rushed into the body of the man in green.
At this time, Huaiqing retreated from the array and stared at the man in green without blinking.
After a while, the man in green's eyelashes trembled and he slowly opened his eyes.
He looked at the sky in silence for three seconds, then slowly sat up and looked around. His eyes finally fell on Huaiqing.
His temples were white, and his eyes contained the vicissitudes of life. He smiled gently.
"Long time no see, Your Majesty!"
Huaiqing's eyes turned red and tears rolled down her cheeks silently.
"Duke Wei …"
…
Outside the capital, a man in black rushed out of the city gate on horseback and ran along the sturdy road.
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Yongzhou.
Xu Pingfeng sensed something and used the Teleportation Spell to distance himself from the old man's sword energy.
Then, he turned his head and looked to the north. It was daytime, but there was a bright star hanging in the northern sky.
"Wei Yuan …"
As a Second Stage Warlock, reading the stars was within the scope of his domain.
Xu Pingfeng slowly clenched his fists, and the veins on his forehead bulged.
Wei Yuan's resurrection was not scary. What could a weak body do?
But if Luo Yuheng successfully passed the Heavenly Tribulation, then not only would Daibun have the extraordinary power to compete with Yunzhou, but on the battlefield, no matter how much Xu Pingfeng valued Qi Guangbo, he had no confidence that he could arm wrestle with Wei Yuan.
"I have to go to the Northern Region, even if it's just an avatar …"
Xu Pingfeng glanced at the old man below and pinched the center of his eyebrows, feeling a headache coming on.
Killing a second-grade martial artist was not something that could be done in a day or two.
This stinking stone in the latrine.
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Nanjiang.
In the primeval forest outside the Extreme Abyss, Granny Heavenly Gu looked to the north through the layers of dense branches and leaves.
"Wei Yuan has been resurrected."
Granny Heavenly Gu narrowed her eyes, and a smile appeared on her wrinkled face.
"You don't have to worry about getting water with a sieve."
Longtu and the other leaders of the Gu clans were happy at first, but then they frowned.
The enchanting and charming Luan Yu furrowed her delicate eyebrows.
"Can he recover his previous cultivation?"
Granny Heavenly Gu shook her head.
Longtu immediately looked disappointed.
"What's the use of that? It depends on whether Xu Qi 'an can survive the Heavenly Tribulation."
You Shi said,
"If Daibun fails, not only will we lose everything, but we will also be punished."
He thought to himself, "Xu Qi 'an hasn't given me the Ancient Corpse yet."
Granny Heavenly Gu smiled at the leaders' pessimism.
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In the Eight Trigrams Platform of the Stargazing Tower.
Wei Yuan sat behind the Supervisor's desk, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand. He sipped it and shook his head.
"Is there no tea of the Flower God?"
Huaiqing, who was sitting opposite him, had restrained all her emotions at this time. She curled the corner of her mouth unnoticeably.
"Duke Wei can ask Xu Qi 'an for it."
Song Qing had been kicked out of the Eight Trigrams Platform. Of course, he was happy to do so. After all, the resurrection of Wei Yuan was not enough to make him give up the alchemy experiment at hand.
Wei Yuan put down the teacup and said,
"Xu Qi 'an didn't come, which means that Daibun is in a precarious situation. Who sealed the old Supervisor? "
Huaiqing, who had never revealed any information to him, glanced at the man with white sideburns and sighed.
"Duke Wei, did you predict that you would be resurrected before you went to battle?
"Daibun is indeed in a precarious situation now. Huaiqing wants to ask you for advice."
