Nightwatcher

clatter~

With the black background and the dancing banners engraved with gilt formation patterns, the air on the Bagua platform seemed much colder.

No, it doesn't seem like, when Huaiqing was waving the soul-calling flag, the sky above the Star Observation Building was filled with overcast clouds, covering the sunlight, and surging layer upon layer.

woo woo

The air flow passes through the flagpole made of Mingjinshi, which is full of holes, and howls like weeping.

Song Qing frowned, feeling that the soul seemed to be leaving the body with the sound of crying.

This broken flag is going to call out my soul. Song Qing took out the cork from her bosom and plugged her ears, only then did she feel better.

Mingjin Stone is also known as "Spirit Summoning Stone" and "Ghost Calling Stone". The place where it is located must be crowded with ghosts, so it is one of the main materials necessary for the Soul Calling Banner.

"woo woo woo"

The wailing suddenly became more intense, and a series of unjust souls were awakened inside and outside the capital. Some of them crawled out of the wet and cold river, some rose from the abandoned old houses, and some floated out of the tombs overgrown with weeds.

The dark wind was howling, and the clouds above the head were dense, and the whole Sitianjian was shrouded in a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere.

The white-clothed warlocks of Si Tianjian had been notified a long time ago, and they went downstairs one after another. No living people were allowed above the third floor.

"Wei Yuan, the soul is back!"

On the trembling soul-calling flag, gold-plated array symbols light up one after another, and with the airflow from the flag, they float into the distance, like a twisted road of guidance.

Jingshan City.

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

In the sky in the distance, the gloomy wind rolled with a golden light, extending from the end of the sky, paving a road of broken gold.

Above the head of the sculpture of the witch god, a figure in green clothes slowly emerged, then sank, and so on.

Every time the figure in Tsing Yi emerges, a clear light will light up between the brows 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 call came from a clear voice.

The unreal figure in Tsing Yi emerged again, and the illusory body shook frequently, as if trying to float upwards, trying to break free from the sculpture.

Inside the sculpture, black air surged towards the figure in Tsing Yi, as if giving him a helping hand.

But the three forces were simultaneously suppressed by the sealing power between the eyebrows of the sculpture of the witch god.

After repeated several times, Hei Qi and Tsing Yi's figures became sluggish, and they stopped trying again.

Even though the call at the end of the Broken Gold Road rang repeatedly, the figure in Tsing Yi did not reappear.

"Wei Yuan, the soul is back!"

Huaiqing only felt that his arms were cold for a while, and the hand holding the flagpole was covered with a thin crust of ice.

The merits of the martial artist were revealed at this time, and Song Qing came to dance the soul-calling flag, and his hands had been frozen into stones, and they were cracked inch by inch.

As for the toxin that comes with the magic weapon, although Huaiqing felt a slight discomfort, but with the physique of a fourth-rank warrior, it would not be a problem in a short time, as long as it stopped within a quarter of an hour.

The cloud over Si Tianjian's head was getting bigger and bigger, and the temperature was getting lower and lower. The power of the soul-calling flag affected the surroundings, making Si Tianjian vaguely turned into a "underworld", and ghosts from inside and outside the capital flocked to him.

Some of them are swimming in the sky above the Eight Diagrams Platform; some penetrate the walls and windows and invade the Sitianjian; some are flying around the Star Observatory.

Inside the Sitianjian, the warlocks held up different storage instruments, like children fluttering butterflies, catching ghosts dancing in the room.

"Quick, gather them quickly, these are excellent refining tools and medicine refining materials."

"It's a good thing that the pie fell from the sky."

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

While excited by the amount of "materials", the white-clothed warlocks sighed with emotion, thinking that too many people died in and around Kyoto recently.

After a person dies, the soul will gather within seven days, and then completely dissipate within half a month, unable to live forever in the world by itself.

That is to say, the ghosts brought by the soul-calling banner are all new ghosts, people who died within half a month.

After another quarter of an hour, Song Qing took a look at the incense that was getting shorter and shorter and was about to burn out, and his face suddenly became a little ugly:

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

"It doesn't make sense. Is it true that you refused to come back because you are not familiar with Your Majesty?"

Huaiqing's beautiful face was already green and white, his eyelashes were stained with hoarfrost, and a trace of anxiety slowly condensed between his brows, and he shouted:

"Stop talking nonsense and see what's wrong."

Song Qing didn't speak any more, and checked the formation first. Although he didn't plan to be promoted to a formation master, he had learned all the formations that should be learned. With enough materials and geomantic treasures, Song Qing could also display a powerful formation. array.

It's just that you can't be like the formation master, the formation will be self-generated with a thought.

"There is no problem with the summoning array, there is no problem with the summoning banner, and there is no problem with the physical body and the primordial spirit."

After Song Qing finished speaking, she looked up at the graceful back of Empress Pingting.

"You mean, I have a problem?" Huaiqing raised his eyebrows.

She swears that if Song Qing dares to make trouble at this time, she will sentence Song Qing to be beheaded at the vegetable market.

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

"There are two possibilities. Wei Yuan's soul has either been completely wiped out, or it has been sealed, so even a top-level magic weapon like the Soul Calling Banner cannot be summoned."

He showed his rigor when doing alchemy experiments.

Huaiqing pondered for a moment, and while dancing the soul-calling banner, he looked back:

"What can I do?"

Song Qing replied:

"Just now, I was joking with His Majesty, saying that Xu Qi'an is more suitable for summoning souls, except that he has Wei Yuan's blood on him. Well, it's not accurate to say that, just take it for granted.

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

Huaiqing frowned:

"Luck?"

What she doesn't understand is, does calling for souls still require luck? If it's such a child's play, what's the use of summoning the soul.

Song Qing shrugged:

"I don't understand. This is when Zhao Shou sent Wei Yuan's remnant soul to Si Tianjian. He said that if he wanted to call back Wei Yuan's soul in the future, he would let Xu Qi'an do it, because he was lucky. enough."

Huaiqing thought for a while, then asked:

"Xu Qi'an knows about this?"

"Of course I know." Song Qing gave an affirmative answer.

"Then I can!"

Huaiqing said in a firm tone.

Because this was the task Xu Qi'an entrusted to her.

Taking a deep breath, in the depths of Huaiqing's dark pupils, a touch of golden light rose, and the golden light turned into a dragon shadow, swimming in the pupils.

In an instant, Huaiqing felt like a different person, a majestic, powerful, and lofty king, making Song Qing behind him almost kneel down to worship, not daring to look directly at the majesty of the king.

She mobilized the dragon energy in her body.

Before ascending the throne, she used the fragments of the Book of the Earth as a bridge to absorb three main dragon qi and hundreds of scattered dragon qi.

These dragon qi dormant in her body and cannot be mobilized.

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

"Wei Yuan, the soul is back!"

Huaiqing, whose eyes turned into brilliant dragon pupils, transported Qi to his dantian, and his voice resounded through the sky.

"Wei Yuan, the soul is back!"

In Jingshan City, at the end of the Broken Gold Road, there was a shout like spring thunder.

Accompanied by the sound, two beams of golden beams, from the end of the Broken Gold Avenue, shone straight on the eyebrows of the sculpture of the Witch God.

Between the eyebrows, the seal formed by the clear air slowly peeled off as if splitting.

On the edge of the altar, Saren Agu's voice emerged, walked to the sculpture, and said with a smile:

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

"Wei Yuan, you sealed the witch god that day, and the witch god claimed your soul, which is a cycle of karma. You used the power of life to repair the seal of the Confucian saint, and today you erase the seal by yourself, which is also a cycle of karma.

"I will give you another strength."

He pulled out the sheep driving whip, and the sheep driving whip lit up with a blazing white light, splashing a "Zi Zi" electric current, like a thunder whip.

"Snapped!"

Sarun Agu shook his hand and whipped the soul in Tsing Yi, the white light in the whip instantly merged into the soul, and the soul in Tsing Yi burst into dazzling white light, full of power all of a sudden.

At the same time, the black air in the sculpture surged violently, pushing out Tsing Yi's soul little by little.

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

boom!

The man wearing the crown of thorns shook violently, and the black air gushed out like a spring, pushing the soul in Tsing Yi out.

Click! The eyebrows of the Confucian sage's sculpture were cracked again, exactly the same as before Wei Yuan repaired it.

The moment Tsing Yi's soul escaped from the trap, the guiding avenue formed by Yinfeng stretched over, swept him away, and then shrank instantly, disappearing at the end of the sky.

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

Saren Agu heaved a sigh of relief, a little relieved and a little disappointed.

Wei Yuan sealed the witch god, and it took five months until he came back to life.

In just five months, the Witch God Cult lost the best opportunity to annex the northern border, and then use the northern border as the cornerstone to go south and swallow the Central Plains.

"Now that the Kyushu is in turmoil, the gods and demons wearing a layer of fake skins have returned to the Kyushu, and the half-step Martial God has been reorganized. If Luo Yuheng succeeds in overcoming the tribulation, there will be another land god in the Taoist sect. The situation is getting more and more complicated.

"It's God's will!"

Saren Agu shook his head regretfully.

While speaking, Gao Kong's vague human face condensed by black air quickly disintegrated and collapsed, and all of them were retracted into the sculpture of the witch god.

The originally empty eyes of the sculpture, two gloomy lights emerged, staring at the sculpture of Confucian saints on the opposite side.

If you observe carefully, you will find that the cracks between the brows of the sculpture of Confucian saints spread and extend little by little during the "gazing".

The process is very slow, but unwavering.

"Time is up!"

Song Qing whispered:

"Your Majesty, a quarter of an hour has passed, you should throw away the soul-calling flag, it will hurt the dragon's body if you hold it for a long time."

Huaiqing gritted his teeth, ignored Song Qing's dissuasion, and continued to dance the soul-calling flag.

In the sound of "crash la la", the residual heat of the incense that Song Qing lit dissipated, and the ash fell off.

Song Qing shook his head and sighed.

After a while, Huaiqing's body swayed, the spirit-calling banner in his hand fell off, and fell to the ground with a "bang".

It's not that she wants to give up, but that she has reached her limit and can no longer hold the soul-calling banner.

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

None of the main ingredients of a top-level magic weapon like the soul-calling banner involve the Transcendent Realm, and it is difficult for her to control it for a long time because she is in the fourth-grade realm.

The dark clouds all over the sky dissipated, and the gloomy wind stopped.

The ghosts wandering around the Star Observatory gradually left.

"Your Majesty, drive away the poison."

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

There is no sense of offering with both hands at all.

People who do research just aren't "smart" enough.

So Huaiqing didn't answer, and staggered 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 vaguely remembered that when Huaiqing was still a princess, he seemed to have learned chess from Wei Yuan for several years, if he remembered correctly.

Suddenly, the soul-calling formation under Huaiqing's feet lit up, and then a scattered golden light emerged from the sky, surging layer upon layer, and quickly rushed towards the towering star observatory.

The golden light came very fast, within a few breaths it approached the Bagua platform, and under the "escort" of Yinfeng, it jumped into Da Qingyi's body in the formation.

Huaiqing withdrew from the formation at this time, her beautiful eyes stared at the Tsing Yi without blinking.

Suddenly, the eyelashes of the Tsing Yi trembled, and slowly opened his eyes.

He stared at the sky in silence for three seconds, then sat up slowly, looked around, and his gaze finally fell on Huaiqing.

His temples are gray, his eyes contain the vicissitudes washed out by the years, and he smiles gently:

"Long time no see, Your Majesty!"

Huaiqing's eye circles were red, and tears silently rolled down his eye sockets:

"Duke Wei."

Outside the capital, a man in black rode out of the city gate and galloped along the rammed road.

Yongzhou.

Xu Pingfeng felt something, and used the teleportation technique to distance himself from the old man's saber energy.

Then, I turned my head and looked to the north. It was clearly daytime, but there was a bright star hanging in the northern sky.

"Wei Yuan."

As a second-grade warlock, reading astrology is an ability within the scope of the domain.

Xu Pingfeng slowly clenched his fists, the veins on his forehead stood out.

Wei Yuan's resurrection is not scary, what can a weak body do?

But if Luo Yuheng survives the tribulation smoothly, then Da Feng will not only have the confidence to compete with Yunzhou in extraordinary combat power, but even if Xu Pingfeng values ​​Qi Guangbo more in the battlefield, he will not have the confidence to think that he can wrestle 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 brows with some headaches.

Wanting to grind a second-rank martial artist to death is definitely not something that happens overnight.

This smelly stone in the latrine.

Southern Xinjiang.

In the primeval forest outside the abyss, Grandma Tiangu looked north through the dense branches and leaves.

"Wei Yuan has come back to life."

Grandma Tiangu squinted her eyes, and on her wrinkled face, there was a slight smile:

"You guys don't have to worry about the bamboo basket fetching water in vain."

The leaders of the Gu tribe in Longtu were first happy when they heard the words, and then frowned.

The enchanting and charming Luan Yu frowned exquisitely:

"Can he recover his former cultivation?"

Heavenly Gu Granny shook her head.

Long Tu suddenly looked disappointed:

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

Yoshi said:

"If Dafeng loses, not only will we lose everything, we may even be liquidated."

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

Regarding the unfavorable attitude of the leaders, Grandma Tian Gu smiled.

Star Observation Building, Eight Diagrams Platform.

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

"Is there no tea from the flower god?"

Sitting opposite him, Huai Qing had restrained all his emotions at this moment, and twitched the corner of his mouth unobtrusively:

"Wei Gong can ask Xu Qi'an for it."

Song Qing has already been expelled from the gossip platform. Of course, he is also very happy. After all, such a trivial matter as Wei Yuan's resurrection is not enough to make him put down the alchemy experiment at hand.

Wei Yuan put down his teacup and said:

"Xu Qi'an didn't come, which means that Dafeng is in a precarious situation. Who sealed this old thing, Jianzheng?"

Huaiqing, who had never confided any information to him, glanced at the man with gray temples, and sighed:

"Wei Gong, did you already calculate that you would be resurrected before you left for the battle?

"Dafeng is indeed in a precarious situation now, and Huaiqing wants to ask you for advice."