Ye Lingyue wasn't really worried about the life and death of Nan Xie. She didn't have much affection for Buddhism.
But if South Fourteen loses, the Qing Fei's soul-calling song will be in a one-sided situation.
Compared with the condensed soul of the Soul of Soul, the Soul of Soul will make Xia Houqi's soul fly away, and Ye Lingyue is more willing to have the upper hand in South Fourteen.
Just when Ye Lingyue was worried about the 14th of the south, in the sea of void consciousness, the silent candlelight suddenly choked.
"How come this song sounds familiar."
"Grandpa Chan, do you recognize this song?"
Ye Lingyue asked quickly.
Ye Lingyue's strength has always been clear to Qingfei.
Unexpectedly, she killed a carbine this time, her strength was better than earlier, Ye Lingyue also doubted that she was supported by other forces.
"It seems that I have heard it before, but I can't remember it for a while."
Candlelight said helplessly.
It has been alive for more than ten thousand years, and may have heard this meditation somewhere, but where it is, it cannot be remembered for a while.
Ye Lingyue rolled his eyes. This candlelight was really useless at the critical moment.
"Hey, you let me think about it again, but I am a little sure that this medley is not a piece of ninety-nine places, it should be from thirty-three days."
Candlelight recalled.
From thirty-three days?
Ye Lingyue was surprised.
Qing Fei's soul-calling soul song actually came from thirty-three days, then it is no wonder that the Southern Fourteen's soul-calling soul is no longer an opponent.
The difference between the thirty-three days and the ninety-nine places, Ye Lingyue had already learned from the face of evil spirits.
At that time, if there was a purple hall in the room, I was afraid that Ye Lingyue might not be able to engrave the evil emperor.
"That old bald donkey is determined to lose, girl, you are still thinking, first hide the real dragon soul in your hand."
Zhuzhao still can't remember where he heard this medley, but it kindly reminded Ye Lingyue to transfer Xia Houqi's soul first.
One person's medley became a roar of ten thousand ghosts, and its lethality increased greatly. Until the old monk loses, Xia Houqi's life and soul will certainly not be guaranteed.
"Even Jiuzhou Ding can't protect Xia Houqi's soul. There is no place for his soul to hide."
Ye Lingyue is.
"Your Hongmengtian is not the best hiding place, even if it is a meditation, you cannot enter Hongmengtian."
Candlelight reminded angrily.
When Ye Lingyue heard it, he was agitated.
How could she forget this, Hongmengtian is comparable to the world outside, Xia Houqi's soul is inside, and she will certainly be able to feel the ghost roar.
Ye Lingyue no longer hesitated. When the thoughts moved, the man had entered Hongmengtian.
Within Hongmeng day, there was plenty of aura, a bright and beautiful scene.
Southern Fourteen and Qing Fei, who fought to death outside, did not have any influence here.
Ye Lingyue raised his palm, Jiuzhou Ding released Xia Houqi's soul.
"here is?"
When Xia Houqi came to Hongmengtian, he felt refreshed for a while, and the unstable condition of his soul power disappeared earlier.
"This is called Hongmengtian, you can avoid it now, wait for me to clean up Qing Fei, and then let you go."
Ye Lingyue said she wanted to leave.
"Lingyue, you are careful."
Xia Houqi took a deep look at Ye Lingyue.
Ye Lingyue smiled at it with a smile, the thought moved, and the person had left.
Xia Houqi looked at Ye Lingyue, who was still missing, and murmured.
"I owe you, I'm afraid I can't pay it back in this life."
Just as Ye Lingyue entered Hongmengtian's kung fu, the battle between the South Fourteenth and Xia Houqi has also become fierce.
The power of Wan Gui's roar is amazing. The ghost fire around Qing Fei gathered again, and the ghost fire was roaring and circling around in the south 14th.
"The green donor, it is the shore. You call out so many ghosts, it is difficult to control. Once the soul is out of control, it will inevitably affect the entire Xiadu people.
Southern Fourteen is still struggling to support, but the golden bowl in his hand has dim light, and his eyebrows and beard have been wet with sweat.
"What do the people of Xiadu do to me, not to mention Xiadu, even the people of Beiqing."
Qing Fei's eyes are full of coldness.
Beiqing is right in her home country, but when she was detained in the cold palace, hoping that Beiqing could come forward and help her regain her luck, what did Beiqing do?
did nothing!
She was the princess of Beiqing, but she finally humiliated and died in the summer palace.
She hated this huge summer palace, as well as Da Xia's people, and wished them all to die.
"Cousin, how can you say that. Are you the princess of Beiqing?"
The Qing Sect Master on the side had already been paled by the scene in front of him.
"Shut up, you idiot, Beiqing is already dead. After my mother abdicated, Beiqing was finished. The dark leader can lead us back to rise."
Qing Fei brutally glanced at the ultramarine Sect Master.
"Stubbornness, then blame Lao guan ruthless."
In the hands of South Fourteen, the golden bowl rose into the sky, and the golden bowl was turned in the air.
But seeing the golden bowl bottom, a burst of golden light shining, a "*" appeared.
"That is?!"
Qing Fei was also startled when he saw Sanskrit in the bottom of the bowl.
"The Dharma is boundless, my Buddha is compassionate, and the Buddha's light shines."
The golden bowl in the hand of Nan Xian is not an ordinary artifact, but a Buddha.
It is a Buddhist implement handed down from the Buddhist Sect. In the human world, such Buddhist implements are extremely precious.
In the dark, Ye Lingyue's figure flickered and returned to the summer palace.
She looked up and saw that the fourteenth festival of the south came out of the golden bowl, which was like a small sun hanging outside the summer palace.
"In the hands of the old monk, it was actually a Buddha. Just ..."
Ye Lingyue saw the golden bowl of Buddha, and there was not much joy.
Buddhism is very precious to Nanwu Mountain.
But for Ye Lingyue, who once had the Buddha's relics, it was no different.
In particular, in Ye Lingyue's view, there are some problems with the Buddha's implements in the South Fourteenth.
In Ye Lingyue's mind, the magic machine moved.
Information about the Buddha's artifact clearly appeared in Ye Lingyue's brain.
"Zhenmo bowl, one of the basic Buddhist artifacts left by the ancients, was once a Buddha's alms bowl. There is a golden seal script under the gold bowl. The stronger the Buddha, the stronger the seal script. For many years, the above seal script has been obscured. In addition, in order to defend against the ghosts, the Buddhist power on the seal script has been greatly reduced, and the golden bowl will be destroyed. "
The golden bowl will be destroyed!
The words in Ye Lingyue's head just flashed by.
I heard a muffled sound in the air.
After Ye Lingyue and Nan Xie heard the sound, their hearts fell.
There was a crack in the golden bowl of the shimmering Buddha.With only a click, the golden bowl was in the air, and it broke into several petals at once.