Miracle Doctor, Abandoned Daughter: The Sly Emperor’s Wild Beast-Tamer Empress

It was also a coincidence that both Nan Xie and Qing Fei were chosen to summon souls today.

Nan Xie and others were trapped in the summer palace.

At first, he also thought hard about meditation, not knowing how to crack those dark lines.

Just yesterday evening, Nan Shihu suddenly had a dream. In the dream, the Buddha's light was shining, and he thought that the Buddha Buddhism suddenly entered the dream of Nan Shiv.

In the dream, the Buddha told the Southern Fourteenth Soul Sutra.

"Xing Ling must also be the bell person. Whoever caused the Ning Wen to die is due to who died. Only Xia Houqi can resolve the disaster of the Great Xia."

The words of the Buddha awakened Nan Xie with a word.

When he woke up, he copied down the Soul Sutra.

South Fourteen learned a few times and began to chant the Soul Sutra.

The scripture really worked, and under its effect, the lights of the condensing lamp became brighter and brighter.

What can make Nan 14 puzzled is that although the light of the condensing lamp is gradually brightening, Xia Houqi's soul has not become stronger, and he has not been awakened.

Nan Xianzheng didn't understand it. At this time, he heard a noise at the gate of the palace, and Nan Xianzi knew that it was the ghost of Qing Fei.

Qing Fei is also using the soul-improvement medley at the same time. Under the influence of these two forces, it is no wonder that Xia Houqi cannot wake up.

"Old monk, it turns out that you are doing mischief. No wonder Xia Houqi's soul has never appeared."

Qing Fei also suffered the same.

According to Lord Black Mist, once the Soul Summon comes out, the ordinary undead will surely show up soon.

Qingfei wanted to capture Xia Houqi while he appeared.

Kazhao Soul Hades sang for an hour, and Xia Houqi's soul didn't even appear in the shadow.

"Evil is invincible. Before the Dharma Dharma, you never want to take Xia Houqi's soul."

With the straight face of Nan Shiyi's face, he folded his hands together and said nothing, sitting cross-legged, with a golden bowl in his hand.

The old monk had words in his mouth, and the golden bowl was shining brightly, with a light of Buddha flashing on it.

Seeing the Buddha's light, Qing Fei stepped back a few steps.

"Don't think that only you have the method of summoning souls. I want to see who Xia Houqi will fall into first."

Qing Fei was also unwilling to show her weakness, her whole body, the black ghost fire suddenly brightened a little.

Several disciples of Tianmen accidentally got caught in a ghost fire. They were suddenly blazing and screamed, and soon they were gone.

Faced with this situation, Song Guanshi was also scared and pale, not daring to act rashly.

Outside the gate of the Summer Palace, there was a meditation, a Buddhist scripture, no one would give in to the two forces of righteousness and evil.

"It turns out that both of them want to suck out Xia Houqi's soul, but they don't know who, Xia Houqi's soul is in my hands."

Ye Lingyue looked at it clearly in the dark and thought to himself.

Unlike Qing Fei who wanted to forcibly call out the soul of Xia Emperor, Southern Fourteen summoned the soul of Xia Emperor to wake him up.

Ye Lingyue thought, and looked at Jiuzhou Ding.

Inside Ding, Xia Houqi's soul drifted again.

The two forces of the Buddhist sutra and the Ming Qu make Xia Houqi feel as if he is in the water.

"Master, Xiahou Qi will not be able to support it for a long time. If he goes on like this, his life and soul will be torn apart. At that time, even the fairy will be rescued.

Ding Ling worried.

It felt that Xia Houqi couldn't be helped by the white life.

"You have to think about it to ease this situation."

Ye Lingyue looked at Qing Fei, and then looked at South Fourteen.

The two's stalemate has also entered a fierce situation.

Neither the Ming Qu nor the Soul Summoning is actually an ordinary exercise, and it requires a lot of effort.

The cultivation practice of the old monk of the South Fourteen was better than that of Qing Fei. Before long, Qing Fei had become a decadent trend.

Bean's sweat drips from his pale face.

After consuming most of the Yuan's strength, Xia Houqi's soul did not even see a ghost, and Qing Fei's inner annoyance could be imagined.

At this time, the black ghost fire around Qing Fei suddenly dwarfed, and the spirit of the ghost fire had lost a lot.

"Old monk, don't be complacent. Mingqu will never lose to the Soul Sutra."

Qing Fei slowly stood up, only to see him spread his hands.

Qing Fei's hands are properly maintained, and Bai Yu is flawless. At this time, the hands suddenly burst out with green tendons.

Those ghosts and fires fought into the ground.

Underground, a terrible ghost crying wolf howling.

The voice fell in people's ears, making people feel numb for a while, which was very uncomfortable.

Wisps of soul emerged from the ground.

When he saw the souls, Nan Xian's face was heavy.

Ye Lingyue in the dark was also amazed.

Unexpectedly, the Qingfei, who was the corpse killer, was so capable.

When the Great Xia was founded, the summer palace was built here, and the place of the palace has always been a place of restlessness.

In palace fights and coups, countless people die in the palace every year, unknown.

After these people died, there was not even a place for burial. They buried their bones under the summer palace, and after a long time, they became the souls of injustice.

Qing Fei, who is a corpse killer, today drove out all the innocent souls of this drama.

These innocent souls lined around Nan Xian, roaring at it.

The grievances from the body of the unjust soul eroded the Buddha's power around the South Fourteenth, and the power of the Buddhist scriptures of the South Fourteenth was greatly reduced.

There was a creepy smile on Qing Fei's face.

"Old monk, you read the scriptures by yourself, and I don't know how it compares to the ghost roar."

Qing Fei said nothing but sang in her mouth.

As soon as the medley came out, thousands of innocent souls also made a faint chant.

Buzz--

It was originally a powerful meditation, at this moment, it turned into a singing of thousands of people, and its power was magnified.

The meditation at this time is no longer an ordinary soul-calling song, but a terrible mental attack.

The attack formed by thousands of ghost thoughts makes people stunned and frightened.

Among the disciples of Tianmen, Xiuwei was a little bit worse. He heard thousands of ghosts roaring and was terrified. He died on the spot.

The golden bowl in the hands of the fourteen old Buddhist monks in the south was getting tighter and tighter.

The light on the golden bowl also became extremely unstable, and the Buddhist scriptures he recited in his mouth were intermittent.

Under the influence of the meditation, above the Xiadu, the sky also gradually gloomed down, as if there were invisible dark clouds, swallowing the sky, leaving the world and the sky for a moment.

Even Ye Lingyue in the dark, when she saw this scene, couldn't help being shocked by the scene of the roaring of the ghosts.

Earlier, Ye Lingyue thought that the teaching of Nan Wushan should be more than enough for Shang Qingfei.

Unexpectedly, Qing Fei actually understood such a powerful method of summoning souls.

Only the ghost roaring, Qing Fei's method even exceeded Ye Lingyue's uncle's father Mingri.

"If you go on like this, the old monk in Nan Wushan is afraid that he can't support it."

Ye Lingyue squinted his eyebrows, which had been crumbling and hard to support.