"Master ......"

Yang Tian walked up.

"Yang Tian, why are you here?"

When Wu Zetian saw Yang Tian, she was a little nervous, and the spirit banner in her hand emitted a bell.

"This is a spirit banner taken from the Sand Devil's Treasury, right?"

Yang Tian looked at the spirit banner in Wu Zetian's hand.

"Well, the Spirited Banner. ”

Wu Zetian saw that Yang Tian had found the spirit banner in her hand, so she generously admitted it.

"Recruiting Master's soul?"

Yang Tian asked.

"That's right, I'm recruiting your master's soul, I hope it can be successful!"

Wu Zetian said lightly.

She took the spirit banner and walked towards the shrine in front of her.

On the altar, there are some offerings, and in the center, there is a token, on which is the birth date and name of Tang Gaozong.

Wu Zetian took the spirit flag and began to summon the spirit.

A soul breath escaped from the spirit banner and shot at Wu Zetian's body.

"When walking in deep Prajnaparamita. See that the aggregates are empty. Survive all suffering. Relic seeds. The color is not different from the emptiness. Empty and not discolored. Color is emptiness. Empty is color ......"

Wu Zetian followed the soul breath thought.

Bursts of divine light escaped from the spirit flag.

All these rays of light were condensed into the token on the altar.

After a while, I saw the eight characters and names of the birth date drawn on the token glow divinely.

"Hopefully it will work!"

Yang Tian also said.

The master is to seal the Heavenly Demons, so his soul is scattered.

According to reason, Master should not have any soul left in the world.

But for some reason, Yang Tian felt that Wu Zetian could summon his master's soul back.

As long as the master's soul is brought back, Yang Tian will have a way to resurrect the master!

Sou!

Suddenly, a burst of divine light shone out of the token.

This burst of divine light condensed in front of the altar.

At first, the divine light only condensed into a tiny dot, but gradually, as the light inside the token became richer, condensed in front of the altar, a humanoid circle of light appeared.

This aperture is getting brighter and brighter.

"Is it Master?"

Yang Tian was looking forward to it.

He watched it all closely.

"Relics. It is the voidness of all laws. Immortal and immortal. Not dirty, not clean. Neither increase nor decrease. Therefore, there is no color in the air. There is no knowledge of what to do. No eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind. Colorless sound, fragrance, touch. Visionless ......"

Wu Zetian was still reciting the Heart Sutra of Spiritualism.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly, the spirit flag in Wu Zetian's hand rang out a bell.

In the next second, the spirit banner snapped, turned into powder, and scattered in all directions.

"Your Majesty, are you back?"

Wu Zetian opened his eyes and asked in a muttered voice.

Yang Tian glanced at the shattered spirit flag, and his gaze fell on the human-shaped aperture in front of the token.

He ran his divine sense to probe, and actually felt a fluctuation in his soul.

"Master, is that you?"

Yang Tian opened his mouth and asked.

"It's for the teacher!"

A voice full of majesty rang out.

Hearing this voice, Yang Tian knelt on the ground with one foot, and Wu Zetian's tears flowed out: "Your Majesty, it's you, you're finally back, I just said that you definitely didn't leave me, your soul is left in the world, I just need to bring your soul back......"

"Wu Meiniang, this is useless......"

Tang Gaozong's voice sounded again, only this time, it was no longer majestic, but weak.

"Useful, everything works......"

Wu Zetian said firmly.

"I've already lost my soul, and what you've brought back is just a broken soul, and after a while, the last wisp of my remnant soul will be wiped out......

Tang Gaozong's voice sounded weakly.

"I don't believe it!" Wu Zetian's face turned pale: "I will definitely save the emperor's remnant soul!"

"It's useless, this remnant soul is a broken wisp of soul breath among the seven souls and six spirits, and it is no longer a soul......"

Tang Gaozong's voice became a little ethereal.

"Your Majesty, are you leaving again?" Wu Zetian heard Tang Gaozong's voice drifting away, she was anxious, and wanted to use the soul flag to leave Tang Gaozong's soul breath, but the spirit flag had already been broken, she could only say anxiously: "Your Majesty, don't go, we will find a way to save your soul......"

"It's useless...... Wu Meiniang, I know your love for me very well...... But this love will kill your ......"

Tang Gaozong's voice sounded.

Then, a burst of soul breath escaped from the aperture and gently brushed on Wu Zetian's body.

Almost in the next second, Wu Zetian fell to the ground and fainted.

"Master......"

Yang Tian wanted to say something, but Tang Gaozong's voice had already sounded: "Apprentice, the teacher has long been wiped out, this is just the last soul breath for the teacher, and all the struggles are in vain......"

After a pause, Tang Gaozong said again: "But I want to ask you to do me a favor!"

"What are you busy with, please ask the master to instruct, the apprentices will go up the knife mountain and go down to the sea of fire, and they will not give up!"

Yang Tian said solemnly.

"For the teacher, I want you to love Wu Meiniang for me......"

Tang Gaozong's voice was ethereal.

"Love for the Master......"

Yang Tiangang wanted to say something, but in that aperture, a ray of light had already shot out, hitting Yang Tian's body.

Suddenly, Yang Tian felt the spiritual breath in his body boiling.

"This is a love seed, there is not much time to be a teacher, planting a love seed in you is to make you fall in love with Wu Meiniang. Tang Gaozong's voice became more and more ethereal: "The teacher is clear, Wu Meiniang only loves the teacher, but the teacher doesn't want her to go on like this, so the teacher wants you to fall in love with Wu Meiniang, and from then on, you will take care of ......her for the teacher."

After saying the last sentence, the soul breath in mid-air had disappeared without a trace.

Soon, there was a dead silence all around.

At this time, Yang Tian sat on the ground and looked at Wu Zetian tightly.

For some reason, looking at Wu Zetian's sleeping face, Yang Tian was a little moved.

At this moment, Wu Zetian is elegant and vulgar, with a light and spiritual aura, delicate skin, like a quiet orchid, and indescribably beautiful and lovely. The skin is better than snow, and it has an elegant and elegant temperament, which makes people feel ashamed of themselves and dare not blaspheme.

If the West Lake is compared to the West Lake, it is always appropriate to apply heavy makeup lightly.

In the past, Yang Tian only regarded Wu Zetian as his master, and never had any thoughts of wrongdoing.

But at this moment, looking at the beautiful and lovely Wu Zetian, Yang Tian felt an urge to take good care of her in his heart.

All this is because the love seed in the body begins to sprout and grow.

"Master ......"

Yang Tian gently helped Wu Zetian up, sorted out her clothes, and gently wiped the tears on Wu Zetian's peerless face.

He said secretly: "Master, from now on, I will never let you cry again......"

"Your Majesty!"

At this time, the soul breath on Wu Zetian's body dissipated, she opened her eyes and looked around.

But the soul of Tang Gaozong can no longer be seen.

For a while, the tears on Wu Zetian's face flowed down again.

"Master, I'm here ......"

Yang Tian hugged Wu Zetian tightly.

"Where is your master?"

Wu Zetian's face was sad, she pushed Yang Tian away, ran the spiritual breath, and wanted to condense the spirit flag, but she tried many times, but there was no effect, but Wu Zetian was unwilling to give up, and kept running the spiritual breath.

Looking at Wu Zetian, who was constantly struggling, Yang Tian felt a little more sour in his heart: Perhaps, the master really only loves the master, right?

(End of chapter)