When Zhu Yifei finally fainted in pain, he remembered that he had appeared in his original form and was put in the sleeve of the little monk.

When he woke up again, it was already seven days later, and Han Zhe's army was fighting the final battle to the death with Chen Xu's army on both sides of the Yellow River, and the envoy of good deeds was not successful, which made him frown for several days.

In the most remote military tent, there are only two simple beds, and a woman in white sits on the plate facing the door, her black hair is simply tied at the back of her neck, her face is as pale as paper, her hands are flat on her knees, and she twists her fingers together. The so-called molting demon skin is to shed the demon nature in the original god, and the demon soul is extracted from the Xuandan little by little, and after that, the state of the original god will completely turn into a human form.

Extracting the demon soul is tantamount to peeling the skin and bones, and being reborn, if it weren't for the pain of ten thousand ghosts devouring the body first, at this moment, even the Daluo Immortal would not want to live.

In the seven days that she was in a coma before, the little monk had helped her a lot, and now this last level can only survive by herself, otherwise, she will be dissipated.

Sitting on the other bed, Huitong's mouth was stuffed with grapes from nowhere, and the green juice flowed from her red lips, dripping onto the white placket, and steaming away into a wisp of gas.

Bored waiting and feeling bored, he opened the tent and walked into the barracks, where he saw the soldiers rushing away, only to look at the sky in a daze with a sad face.

"What are you doing? Why don't you go to war? The little monk came to him in two or three steps, followed his example, frowned, looked at the sky at forty-five degrees, and asked.

"I'm a military advisor," Shanji sighed, and the folding fan in his hand opened and closed, closed and unfolded, as if he was extremely anxious and worried.

"Don't military advisors have to fight?" The little monk twisted the Bodhi beads in his hand, which was still the 100,000 ghosts on the bank of the Yellow River seven days ago.

The so-called fetal silk is the white hair of a hundred-year-old pure yang boy who has never shaved his hair since birth, and at the beginning, Han Zhe's subordinates were quite difficult, not to mention that there are almost no people who meet this harsh condition, and it is difficult to find one of them.

But strange to say, in a village thirty miles north of the bank of the Yellow River, I really found this old man, took a white hair from him and brought it back, and the little monk strung the 100,000 Bodhi beads, hung them on his wrist, and wore them every day.

The two have been together for seven or eight days, and Shanxi still knows a little about this monk, so he simply closed his mouth and stopped talking.

"You went to negotiate without success, do you know why?" The little monk suddenly cracked his mouth and laughed, two shallow pear vortices with a face that was still a little baby fat, how to see how cute it was, of course, if he could speak normally.

"Could it be that the master knows?" Shan Xi felt a little bored, and his tone was not good.

"The demon girl knows" the little monk said, and stretched out her hand to point to the military tent where Zhu Yifei lived.

"I can't get into her tent for mortals," Shan Xi wanted to ask him, but the curtain of the military tent was like a wall made of dark iron, and he couldn't get in at all.

"Ah, wait a minute, she will be able to come out at night, just right, you are defeated and withdraw from the camp" The little monk took out a bronze mirror the size of a palm from his arms, and looked at the delicate face left and right carefully.

Shanxi felt that there was really no need to talk anymore, after all, no one wanted to enjoy the feeling of congestion, so he simply closed his eyes and turned back to his military tent.

The eyes of the law were wide open, and the seven Xuandan continued to beat, as if the clam beads fell on the jade plate, and the last wisp of demon soul was withdrawn, slowly flowing out along Zhu Yifei's facial features and seven orifices, and slowly condensed into the appearance of a jade seal before the plum seal that suddenly appeared on the forehead.

The pain all over the body disappeared suddenly, and a clear spirit qi flowed out from the sea of souls, nourishing the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, and finally injected into the dantian as if ten thousand rivers were returning.

When she opened her eyes, Zhu Yifei looked at her demon soul, and was stunned for a moment, she had seen her original form.

Eight inches in a square circle, carved with nine dragons, the place where the pivot is crossed, the front is engraved with the eight big characters of 'ordered by the sky, both longevity and Yongchang', and the largest one of them is engraved with a bright red "Wu" on the dragon's head.

But this demon soul is just a boxy piece of jade, the whole body is dark green, the front and back are not transparent, and it is weird and a little terrifying.

The curtain suddenly opened, a gust of wind blew in, and the flower mark between Zhu Yifei's eyebrows instantly became red, and then, the jade of the demon soul instantly turned into a gas, flew out of the military tent with the red light, and disappeared into the distant sky.

The little monk was also stunned by this, and when he reacted, he couldn't see anything, but just asked the woman sitting cross-legged on the bed, "Demon girl, what's going on?" ”

The night was dark, and the sudden beating of the earth-shattering drums, the whole barracks began to be noisy, and a small soldier hurriedly rushed into the tent and said to the two people, "Military division, high monk, our soldiers have been defeated, and now King Han has ordered to pull out the camp and retreat, and the two of you will prepare quickly."

Zhu Yifei jumped up from the bed and rushed out of the tent in two or three steps, and saw that the soldiers in the entire camp were in a mess, and Lu Ding was even more seriously injured, and when he was carried back, he was hit by several arrows and was dying.

The doctor hurriedly sprinkled medicine and bandaged it, and Han Zhe and others led less than 70,000 soldiers to retreat overnight, and did not settle down until they entered Yancheng.

Chen Xu's second army pursued closely until they crossed the south bank of the Yellow River for more than ten miles, saw that the wind did not stop and the sand was flying all over the sky, so they set up camp and rested for a while.

In Yancheng, in the General's Mansion, Lu Ding's mouth spat blood, Han Zhe wept and grieved, Zhu Yifei stood behind the crowd, her brows furrowed, and her face was unhappy.

"If it weren't for this demon girl who caught the demon in the Yellow River, how could the enemy attack so easily" The deputy general beside Lu Ding wiped his tears and suddenly pointed at Zhu Yifeidao.

The room fell silent instantly, and Lu Ding suddenly said angrily, "Presumptuous, King Han again, how can it be your turn to ......."

"General......" The deputy general knelt on the ground, his arms wrapped in white silk drooped in front of his chest, and his strong arms trembled slightly with sobbing.

"It's, it's not.... Strategist.... Fault, you, as a lieutenant..... Sin... Blame it on the woman, really, shame" Lu Ding reluctantly raised his head, stretched out his least injured arm, and pointed at the adjutant general.

"It's really no wonder that the military division is this, at first, who would have expected that the major general of the Chen family would plant an ambush in Shaoshan, it was a dereliction of duty for us to lead the troops, please ask the prince to surrender" Gao Qiongyan said, knelt on the ground in his robe, and stood by.

"That's it, victory or defeat is a common thing in soldiers, I don't want to see you so depressed, first recuperate, defend Yancheng, Yun, wait for the guilty meritorious service" Han Zhe said and helped Gao Qiong up and sighed.

"Don't worry, I have already laid out the formation outside Yancheng, and the second army of Chen Xu has great ability, and he can't get over, so he will temporarily settle here and restore morale" Shanji suddenly came in.

"Yes, now, we have to try to save the general's life," Zhou He said.

As soon as these words fell, the three doctors who accompanied the army pushed the door in, and everyone withdrew one after another, waiting for news.

The little monk grabbed Zhu Yifei's arm and said in a low voice, "Demon girl, you were born and died for King Han like this, but they didn't appreciate it, let's go to Zhanghou"

"Zhang Hou? Why did you go to him? "Lu Qian once introduced several forces of Liangguo in his letter, and this Zhang Hou is also working for the fifteenth prince, so it is better to go to Chen and Xu in the barracks if he defects to him.

"Because, he has rebelled" The little monk's eyes widened and he raised his voice.

"Mutiny? How come I don't know" Zhu Yifei's eyes widened, she really hadn't heard of it.

"Then, you see, the sky is now a unicorn, a king's birthday, the world is going to be divided" Hui Tong said, raised his hand and pointed to the sky, and sure enough, a shining orange star appeared in the northwest corner at some point, which was one of the unicorns that the main world collapsed.

Zhu Yifei closed his eyes and twisted his fingers slightly, and several scenes flashed in the sea of souls, as Huitong said, that Zhang Shaohou didn't know what method he used, but he was rescued by his father and brother who were under house arrest in Kyoto by the fifteenth king, and rebelled with the 120,000 Northwest Zhang Liang army under his command, and now he is preparing to go out, planning to give the fifteenth king a fatal blow.

A crape myrtle star in the south, a pseudo-emperor star in the north, and now a unicorn star appears in the northwest, what does the Morning Star in the east mean?

Zhu Yifei's eyes widened, and his hands were all in unison, Zi Weixing was Han Zhe's natal star, just because the Seven Death Tribulations had not passed, and now the star track was chaotic and weak, which was a normal phenomenon.

The Pseudo-Emperor Star is not the Emperor Star in the first place, and now it is barely supported, which is really weird, but going against the sky will not make the climate, just wait.

The newly released Qixing in the northwest is extremely remarkable, the star track of the eight directions is obedient, and the indulgence is rising like a wave, and it faintly overshadows the light of the crape myrtle star.

"No, you see that Qixing is surrounded by demonic energy, this thing may be strange" Zhu Yifei let go of her fingers and said solemnly.

"Don't act rashly now, let's wait" The little monk pulled Zhu Yifei towards his courtyard.

In the early morning of the next day, after a day and night of rescue by the doctors, Lu Ding finally saved another life, the army of Liangguo was blocked from the formation laid by the good deeds, and the deployment of Yancheng was also close and thorough, relying on the effective terrain of Jialan Pass, the morale of the army also recovered a lot.

Zhu Yifei is facing the morning dew, practicing swordsmanship, now she is a half-immortal body, but the disguise in the Xuandan is not a Dan fetus into a baby, but the spirit of the Xuandan, Ziyang has said before, this Yuan Shen Lord Yuan Shen can turn into a Xuan Qing Halal Spirit, and the difference between the fetus and the spirit is whether there is an entity.

The seven sub-primordial gods that she can summon now are real people in the eyes of mortals, but if you have a little heavenly eye, you can see its virtual state, and after the dantu turns into a baby, the summoned primordial god is the entity, and at this time, this entity is dominated by the ontology, and he has no consciousness and cannot improvise.

And the Xuanqing Pure Spirit is the spiritual consciousness of the Dan Fetus herself, that is to say, when her Dan Fetus grows up, the Yuan Shen is complete, and each Yuan Shen has a true spirit attached, and it will be an independent self, not only has a strategy, but also can enter the world to practice, instead of going through the calamity on her own.

It's just that this Dan fetus wants to grow up, and the true spirit wants to merge with the Yuan Shen, but it is not an easy task, and many Xuanqing disciples are often stuck at this level, and their success is successful.

The light one falls into the six realms of reincarnation; In the heavy, the soul is dissipated and ashes are gone.

Ziyang also said that the reason why it is difficult to have cultivators in Xuanqing Taoism is that there are many calamities and the state of mind is not easy to keep, and the other is that the process experienced by each disciple in the process of cultivation is different, for example, Ziyang is already a Dan fetus and a baby, and the next step is to become a fetus, to be in harmony with the Yuan Shen, and finally to raise the spirit with the fetus;

And she, obviously, first gave birth to a true spirit, but this pill does not know when it will be transformed.

The sword of ice and fire, the brilliance shines all over the sky, and between the dances, it seems to stir the color of heaven and earth, Zhu Yifei is immersed in swordsmanship, and she is more and more handy.

Good deeds hurriedly dared to come from the arch, Zhu Yifei stopped dancing the sword, saw that his face was different, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Out, out, out, it's a big deal," Shanji opened his mouth and gasped, stammering.