Now that Lin Wei has returned, the current highest-ranking elder, Gu Yingyue, the dean of the Wuxiu Academy, simply handed over the matter of presiding over Fu Ling's funeral to Lin Ying, the chief elder. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Lin Wei did not take over.

"I want to go and wake my grandmother." Lin Wei dropped this sentence and went to the hall where the soul card was released.

Holding the Great Witch Soul Card that had become dull, Lin Cheng checked the other soul cards one by one.

Fortunately, there were not as many dimming soul cards as he expected, indicating that most of the witch cultivators were still preserved.

When he saw Fu Fuling's soul card, which was dim but still shining, he couldn't help but become solemn.

"You remember, no matter what the situation is, you must not use witch spells, so that you will not have a short life, you do not have witchcraft seeds in your body, and the people of the Night Sect will not take you to refine the corpse after death, you can be reincarnated." The words of the Great Witch are still in my ears.

I'm sorry grandmother, I know the end of Uncle Fu, but I have to ignore it, and my grandson can't do it.

Lin Yi closed his eyes, lightly opened his lips, and one spell after another flew into Fu Ling's soul card.

"Ah, the corpse is cheated, the corpse is cheated, Master Fu is cheated of the corpse."

Exclamations, shouts, spells, runs, chaos.

As if he hadn't heard it, Lin Yi didn't frown and continued to chant the incantation.

Fu Lingling stood up straight from the jade coffin and flew into the air like when the spiritual energy was full before the Witch Spirit Realm descended on Wu Xue.

Monks in the Jindan period can fly freely without the need for imperial objects.

Fu Ling's body flew higher and higher, so high that it turned into a white dot and burrowed into the clouds.

"Bang-"

With a loud bang, the clouds around the corpse were blown apart, and the flesh and blood as fresh as a living person smashed like rain on the faces of the people looking up at the sky, and the people were stunned and didn't understand what was going on.

"The ancestor didn't die, the ancestor blew himself up." Ya'er's scream woke up the cold man.

"How is this possible, why did Master Fu blow himself up......" The scene was suddenly chaotic.

"Smack!" Fu Ling's soul card poured out without wind, without a trace of luster.

Uncle Fu, I'm sorry, I won't let anyone bring witchcraft seeds into the cemetery.

Lin Yi meditated, and the soul cards of Da Wu and Fu Poria turned into powder in his hand and disappeared.

There was a loud bang in the sky, Yingjia suddenly jumped up, her skin quickly blackened, her eyes were red, and she ran towards the entrance of the cave.

Ling Chongzhu had already guarded against her hand, faster than her, and his hand rose and fell, and Yingjia was knocked unconscious by him.

Before others could react to what was going on, Ling Chongzhu had already carried Yingjia and threw it into the smelting furnace.

"What are you doing!" The wolf reached out and went to the stove to fish.

Since Yingjia fell asleep, the wolf left everything behind and stayed outside Ling Chongzhu's cultivation room, Ling Chongzhu simply let him in, as for the other beast plants, they didn't have such good luck to get in.

The closure of the enchantment in the cultivation room is equivalent to cutting off the connection between Qingdi and the outside world, and the creatures who have not had time to return to Qingdi have been wandering outside for the past few days, and they can't return to Qingdi at night.

The wolf arranges what they should do during the day, so as not to arouse suspicion, and they can only stay in the cave at night.

The creatures inside the Qingdi can only move within the scope of the cultivation room of the Qingdi and Ling Chongzhu.

The spirit of the black sword floated out of Ling Chong's body, releasing coercion: "If you want to save her, shut up, I control the fire, and you are responsible for flipping her body." ”

Summoning the round mirror: "Wrap him in a protective layer." ”

Yuanjing was not happy: "It's her business to blacken, why should I help her!" ”

"Help or go!" The Black Sword Spirit regained its body and forged its flesh.

Releasing a coercion and getting a physical body is really troublesome, and Lao Tzu must play with his life to upgrade.

The round mirror snorted coldly, and a full moon rose from the bouncing cat's body, and the soft moonlight shone on the wolf's body, and the wolf's body formed a thin halo.

"Do it!" Ling Chongzhu commanded Wolf Hao to put his hand into the smelting furnace and flip Yingjia's body according to a certain law.

At this time, Yingjia was just a red-burned humanoid ore in the eyes of the wolf, and none of the clothes and hair were not burned red.

While smelting, Ling Chongzhu asked Wolf Hao: "Do your subordinates have any green fire attributes, if they do, we won't have to make so much effort." ”

Without waiting for the wolf to answer, he said to himself again: "By the way, your subordinates are all dead, even if you have the attribute of green fire, it is in vain." ”

Balabala, changed his usual taciturn, and his mouth didn't stop for a second.

Yuanjing knew that he was nervous, and he was resentful and ignored him.

Wolf Hao put all his heart on Yingjia and ignored him.

The two of them made noise next to him.

After burning for about half an hour, Ling Chongzhu asked Wolf Hao to take Yingjia out of the furnace and put it on the Wuxue outside, and then flip Yingjia's body from time to time like a pancake according to a certain rule.

Wu Xue under Yingjia melted, Wu Xue turned into aura, and all entered Yingjia's body, Yingjia fell more and more, forming a big snow pit under his body.

A black sword fell from the sky, and the spirit of the black sword weapon broke away from Ling and was reforged, and entered the black sword, quickly scraping the wall of the snow pit, and the snow pit became bigger and bigger.

When the heat on Yingjia's body could no longer melt Wu Xue, the black sword could no longer scrape the snow particles from the snow pit wall, and the black sword weapon spirit returned to Ling to recast the flesh, and commanded the wolf to bury Yingjia with snow grains, only revealing his head.

Ling Zhongzhu set up a lot of enchantments around the snow pit, erected a shelf and busily forged it.

What he forged was the black sword that fell from the sky.

As Ling Chongzhu expected, the Duan family picked up the black sword back, and it couldn't be melted at all, and the black sword was of little use to them for the time being, and it would definitely not be thrown away, obviously this is a treasure, put it away first, and when they can get out of the witch spirit realm, take it for useful things.

The black sword without the spirit body is easy to be stained by the mundane dust, and Ling Zhongfu is removing the dust.

Full Moon returned to the bouncing cat, snorted coldly, and walked back to Qingdi with graceful cat steps.

Qingdi is in Yingjia's sea of knowledge, and Ling Chongzhu did not let Yingjia's head be buried together, just to facilitate his interaction with the round mirror.

The more she thought about it when she returned to Qingdi's round mirror, the more frustrated she became, she also missed her own body round mirror, and she could sense that the round mirror was still there, but she didn't have the ability to recall.

She relied too much on Qingdi's Spirit Gathering Array, and was lazy and didn't take the initiative to cultivate.

The little bit of cultivation that was recovered by absorbing the aura of the Qingdi Gathering Spirit Array, because of the forced soul contract by Yingjia, had already degenerated, and he incarnated into the full moon twice, which consumed a huge amount of money, and his spiritual power became more and more poor, if he didn't take the initiative to cultivate, it would be even more difficult to recover.

Thinking of the spirit stones that Ling Chongzhu threw into the smelting furnace one by one, Yuanjing felt heartache, if those spirit stones were all stuffed into the eyes of her small spirit gathering array, she didn't need to cultivate, she could recover just by sleeping.

Hmph, the dead-eyed black sword, the black key can't remember who he is, what is he trying to do like this.

Aha, Yuanjing yawned, and walked into the small private cat gathering array set up for her by Yingjia with an elegant cat.

Cultivation or something is a must, but you have to wait until the cat is full of sleep, otherwise how can there be spiritual cultivation. (To be continued.) )