Thousands of ghosts use the meditation together, and the power of the meditation can be amazing, affecting the entire Xiadu.

But now, Wan Gui disappeared all at once, Qing Fei was helpless, and the power of Mingqu could no longer be exerted.

"Impossible ... Why are those injustices gone? It's you, old monk, what did you do?"

Qing Fei was helpless and her face was pale.

"Amitabha, the green donor, and Lao Qiao have already said that evil is invincible. The disappearance of the ghosts is not the power of Lao Qun alone, but the credit of the entire Xiadu people."

Southern Fourteen pondered.

"Impossible, the Dark Lord's meditation cannot be defeated."

Qingfei lost her soul and stepped back.

"What the dark leader of the light, in front of our Buddhism, is just over the clouds, you demon girl, let's capture it."

The angerless monk strode forward and captured Qingfei.

Only a few thousand people read the Diamond Sutra together, and the wronged soul was really overrun and disappeared without a trace.

The monk without anger thought that it was all the merits of the Buddhist scriptures, and his confidence in his Buddhist sect was unprecedentedly inflated.

Nan Xian on the side met, but shook his head secretly.

Although the ghosts roared and disappeared, part of the reason was because of the excessiveness of the Diamond Sutra.

But Nan Xian knew very well that the Diamond Sutra was just the last straw that crushed thousands of ghosts.

It is the past song of the Ye Fang Shi that really made Wan Gui out of excess.

Human beings are inherently good.

Whether it is Qing Fei or Wan Gui, at the beginning, they are all kindhearted people.

Ten thousand ghosts do evil, but the soul of injustice does not go away.Jealous of the past.

A past song reminded them of their family, relatives and loved ones in the past, and touched the last trace of softness in their hearts.

The resentment was eliminated, and the Buddhist scriptures were used again, even the most common Buddhist scriptures came into effect suddenly.

Therefore, it is not the Buddhist scriptures of the Buddha Sect that let the ghosts disappear, but a trilogy called Ye Fangshi.

South Fourteen has also heard several trilogy, but a few times earlier, South Fourteen has never been touched, let alone recalled the dust edge.

Only this time, he was brought back to the past by the young boy's flute, and he almost returned to Hongchen Liudao.

This skill is superior to Luo Sheng, the owner of Sansheng Valley.

This also made Southern Fourteen more curious about Ye Fangshi's true identity.

Qing Fei lost the help of Ten Thousand Ghosts, and it was already in despair. She looked down and looked dead.

The monk without anger catches the hand with a small hand, and it seems that Qingfei will be caught.

But at this time, Qing Fei's complexion changed, only to see his sudden body style quickly, staggered the attack of the angry monk, and grabbed Xia Houqi's body with one hand.

Xia Houqi's soul is out of body and has been unconscious.

The guard maid who had guarded him earlier was also negligent for a while.

No one would think that Qing Fei would suddenly attack at the last minute.

Qing Fei grabbed Xia Houqi and laughed loudly.

"Xia Houqi, I have been ruined by your hand all my life. Even if I die, I will drag you back."

Qingfei's skinny hands choked Xia Houqi's throat.

"Don't come over, if anyone takes a step closer, I'll cut off his neck, it's a big deal, everyone will die."

The angry monk moved, and the queen mother exclaimed.

"Master, no, don't hurt Qi'er."

In the case of Xia Houqi's coma, he didn't have the slightest elemental strength and mental strength to protect his body. At this time, he was no different from a commonman.

"No anger, no."

South Fourteen only feared that Qing Fei hurt Xia Houqi, indicating no anger and no action.

"Qing Fei, you don't have to fight the trapped beast anymore."

Ye Lingyue paid attention to Qing Fei's move, but looked at the sky.

Overnight passed again.

Xia Houqi's soul has left the flesh for the sixth day, and there is only one day and one night left.

"Fang Cai's song, you played it. I asked you, where is Xia Houqi?"

Qing Fei noticed that there were more unbelievable teenagers in front of him.

She also noticed that Ye Lingyue had a flute in her waist.

At this time, Qing Fei was already fully understood.

She was in a muddle, and she was caught by someone else's secret calculation.

The "Xia Houqi" that appeared just now is clearly an illusion, and everything is in the sight of this young man.

Qing Fei suddenly looked sharply, staring at Ye Lingyue.

Ye Lingyue was taken aback, and Qing Fei asked her whereabouts Xia Houqi directly, did she say ...

"I was fooled, Xia Houqi's soul is no longer in the flesh."

Qing Fei's men tightened a few more points, and Xia Houqi's throat was blue and white for a while.

"You said that Qi'er's soul is not in the flesh?"

The queen mother was startled when she heard it.

How is this possible, where did that soul of Qi'er go again?

"You didn't even know that, so you said, all these are your kiddies? Who the hell are you?"

Qing Fei swept through the crowd and stared at Ye Lingyue.

"I don't understand what you mean, the soul is away from the flesh, isn't that the dead?"

Ye Lingyue made a surprised expression.

"I don't have garlic there. What is Xia Houqi? I have loved this man for many years and I know his temperament best. Except for Ye Lingyue, he loves Daxia's children the most and the filial old lady. He was trapped in the summer palace earlier, and he did not wake up after all the ghosts roared and endangered his people. If his soul is still in his body, how can he stay there for a long time? "

Qing Fei found a little bit at the last minute.

Her soul-calling meditation, the Buddha's soul-traveling sutra, ordinary people can hardly resist.

Xia Houqi has never appeared, there is only one possibility, that is, his soul is not in the flesh at all.

"Ye Fangshi, what Qing Fei said is true? Qi Er's soul is really not in the flesh?"

The queen mother stumbled and walked to Ye Lingyue.

Despite hating Qing Fei, the Empress Dowager had to admit that Qing Fei was true.

Even the most decadent Xiahou Qi is still a good emperor who works hard and loves the people.

Hundred ghosts roared, and the entire Xia was almost reduced to purgatory. Xia Houqi did not appear. Could it be said that Qier's soul was really gone?

"Queen Empress, don't listen to the concubine's words, if the Emperor Xia's soul is not there, how can the condensing lamp stay on."

Seeing that it had been seen by Qing Fei, Ye Lingyue still looked as usual, and said lightly.

"Yes, the magic lamp has never been extinguished, and the soul of Xia Emperor has always been in the flesh, no problem."

The angry monk listened and scratched his head.

"Condensation lamp, extinguished."

At this time, Nan Shizi and Qing Fei said in unison.

Even the Empress Dowager froze.

If it is said that the magic lamp is not extinguished, it means that Xia Houqi's soul is still in the flesh. When the condensation lamp is off, it means Xia Houqi's soul has left.

All three remembered something at the same time.