Soul Lost Gu!

These three words kept echoing in the Spirit's mind. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info his heart as heavy as being crushed by a big stone.

At this time, Kun appeared.

"Ninth brother, I see that your face is not very good. Kun said to the spirit.

Ling glanced at Kun coldly and said, "I'm fine." ”

"Aren't you feeling well? Then you hurry up and go to Elder Wu, don't ......"

Before Kun could finish his words, Ling Yi grabbed Kun's neck and said, "I said, I'm fine!

Kun's face was flushed with suffocation. He grabbed Spirit's wrist and tried to take Spirit's hand away. But the strength of the Spirit was too great, and his struggle was to no avail. Ling lifted Kun into the air and threw him out of the air.

"Ahem, ahem......" Kun struggled to get up from the ground and said, "Your memory has been restored, and your strength has also been restored." Oh, the great plans of our Jiuli clan depend on you, ninth brother. Hahahaha!" Kun laughed and left.

Kun's unbridled laughter kept echoing in Ling's ears. Ling clenched his fists and came all the way to the martial arts training ground. Now he needs to vent his inner anger, pain and depression.

In the western mountains at dusk, the rain found the exhausted spirit lying in the martial arts training ground. Yuqing helped the spirit and said, "Let's go, I'll take you back to rest." ”

"Wait a minute. Ling looked at Yuqing and said, "Since I was a child, you are the best person for me except for my mother." I, I hope you can live well and live happily......"

"Don't talk about that, let's go back first. ”

The next day, Ji Ming suddenly came. When Ling heard about it, he took the initiative to find him.

"How's your spiritualism doing?" asked Ji Ming.

"It's already good. ”

"In that case, then come with me. ”

"Before I go, I want to ask you a question. ”

"Oh?

"If there was a war in the world, would you stop it?"

"War?" Ji Ming thought for a moment and said, "I should be able to." ”

"Senior, after a while, we Jiuli people will go to Sleepy Dragon Mountain to hold a ceremony. I hope that the seniors can secretly stop it. ”

Ji Ming glanced at Ling strangely and said, "Although I don't know what you are going to do, I can see that this matter is very important to you. But why do you ......?"

"Because I want to stop the war. ”

Ji Ming nodded and said, "I promise you, do your best." ”

"Thank you. Ling bowed deeply to Ji Ming.

"Let's go. ”

After leaving the Xudu, Ji Ming flew directly into the sky with his spirit, and soon came to the Cliff of Despair.

"What I want you to bring back is the soul of a woman. Ji Ming said while standing on the edge of the cliff.

"How long has he been gone?"

"Ten years. ”

"Ten years ......," Ling said, frowning slightly, "Tell me what she looks like." ”

Ji Ming touched Ling's forehead with his finger, and the woman's face had entered Ling's brain.

"In the process of conjuring spirits, I need to use your spiritual power. Spirit said.

"No problem. ”

Ling nodded, took a deep breath, and put his palms together on his chest. Ji Ming put one hand on Ling's back, providing him with a steady stream of spiritual power. After Ling felt the huge spiritual power coming from Ji Ming, he silently recited a spell in his heart. At the same time, his soul flew out of his body, feeling the soul wandering in the air.

When a person dies, the soul enters reincarnation. If you don't want to do this, you can only wander in the world, waiting for the soul power in the soul to weaken little by little. In ten years, perhaps the power of the woman's soul has been very weak, or even disappeared. After a long time, the spirit did not feel the woman's spirit. Ji Ming's spiritual power is still sufficient, but Ling's spirit is already very weak. Just as the spirit was about to give up, a faint consciousness suddenly came from somewhere: "Help me......"

The spirit persevered and found the place where the consciousness came from. It was the soul of a woman, so weak that it was about to dissipate between heaven and earth. The spirit recited another incantation to stabilize the soul and guide her back to the cliff of despair.

The soul of the spirit returned to the body.

"Alright. He turned his head weakly to Ji Mingdao.

Ji Ming withdrew his hand behind the spirit and shouted, "Spirit eyes!"

He opened his eyes and saw the woman.

"Luo Qiu, Luo Qiu, I finally see you again!" Ji Ming looked at the soul of the woman floating above the cliff with an excited face.

"It's been ten years, and I've been cultivating immortals for ten years, just to get you back. I've heard that as long as the soul doesn't disperse, there is a way to return to the yang. Don't worry, no matter what the cost, I'm going to let you come back to me!"

"No, don't...... Let me go to Xudu...... Go to reincarnation ......"

"No, I'm going to let you come back to me, come back to me!" Ji Ming's voice trembled a little.

"I ...... Can't go back...... Help me...... Reincarnation ......" the woman's tone was begging.

"Why, why?" Ji Ming's eyes turned a little red.

"I'm sorry......" The woman's soul suddenly spread out in the wind.

"Luo Qiu, you come back...... I have a lot to say to you. ”

The spirit standing aside reminded, "Her soul has dissipated. ”

"No, no! I'm going to get her back!" said Ji Ming, jumping off the cliff.

Ling was taken aback, and hurriedly came to the edge of the cliff to look down, but Ji Ming's figure was no longer visible. Ling looked at the place where Ji Ming disappeared in a daze, and his heart was full of emotion. Ji Ming is so infatuated, but God separates him from Luo Qiu's life and death. Even if Ji Ming had peerless immortal skills, he couldn't let Luo Qiu's soul reunite. Fate, sometimes really cruel. It is like a vast cloud in life, making people unable to see the road ahead. Everyone can only go forward and go forward without direction. At every moment, we can only see the road under our feet at this moment. There is no way for us to cut through the clouds and find our own way.

"Ahh......h Immediately after, a figure flew up from below. I saw that Ji Ming was full of anger at this time, his eyes were red, he was holding a sword in his hand, and his mood was very unstable.

"Senior, don't get excited, I know you ......"

Before Ling's words could be finished, he was interrupted by a sword light from Ji Ming. Ling dodged Ji Ming's sword, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

"It's you, it's you who hurt Luo Qiu, I'm going to kill you!" Ji Ming swung his sword and slashed at the spirit again.

Ling knew that Ji Ming was already delirious at this moment, and he would not listen to anything he said. Seeing Ji Ming shooting his sword at himself again, Ling had no choice but to keep dodging. Fortunately, Ji Ming's swordsmanship was very chaotic at this time, and Ling was able to cope with it.

The mountain is full of all kinds of flowers. These flowers were planted by Ji Ming to commemorate Luo Qiu. Moreover, he also uses spiritual power to keep them open all year round. He usually takes great care of these flowers, for fear that they will be hurt a little. But at this time, in the process of chasing the spirit, these gorgeous flowers were destroyed by his sword. For a time, the entire dust-free mountain was like a twilight spring, and the sky was full of falling flowers.

Ling had already spent a lot of energy using spiritualism before, but now he was being chased and beaten by Ji Ming, and his physical strength was gradually exhausted. He must now find a way to get rid of Ji Ming. However, Ji Ming has been pestering him, so that he has no chance at all. Even more unfortunate was that the spirit suddenly gave up on his legs and fell to the ground.

"Die!"

Ji Ming stabbed Ling in the back with a sword. Ling suddenly felt that his back was shaved by the sharp sword qi.

At the moment of life and death, a way to save himself suddenly appeared in Ling's mind. He quickly gathered all his spiritual power, nodded at Ji Ming's forehead, and shouted: "Soul suppression technique!" As soon as Ling's witchcraft was cast, Ji Ming seemed to be suddenly frozen and motionless. Lingdian breathed a sigh of relief and got up from the ground in embarrassment. But before he could slow down, he saw Ji Ming's face black and white. At the same time, Ji Ming withdrew the hand holding the sword, and grabbed his head with the other hand, as if he was in pain. Seeing that his "soul suppression technique" did not stop Ji Ming, he didn't think about it, and ran away.

"Ah......h Ling, who had not been running for a few steps, stopped when he heard Ji Ming's cry. When he saw Ji Ming's back, he finally breathed a long sigh of relief. Sitting on the ground, Ling suddenly felt that his whole body was soft and had no strength at all. While sitting on the ground to rest, the spirit stumbled upon what appeared to be a small red bottle thrown not far away. Curious, he took the vial. On the bottle were four very small words "Blood of the Dragon".

This is the blood of the most important beast in the Bagua Blood Demon Array. The eldest brother asked me to help Ji Ming's predecessors summon spirits, probably for this thing. Ling thought to himself.

Ling really felt the urge to throw this little red bottle away. But he knew he couldn't. Holding the little red bottle tightly, the spirit lay down. He looked at the deep blue sky with a lot of thoughts in his heart. He really wants to resurrect his mother, but he doesn't want the innocent Ziyin to die, let alone let the world fall into war again. However, none of this was under his control. He was nothing more than a pawn in the hands of his brothers.

"Ah......h He closed his eyes, and suddenly felt a little moist in the corners of his eyes. He's tired, really tired......