Yun Wutong didn't know about the changes in the outside world, she just felt that she was refining the Soul Lock Bell more and more easily, and the immortal power seemed to be continuously input into the Soul Lock Bell by herself, and those souls that were released turned into points of light one by one and disappeared in front of Yun Wutong's eyes. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Yun Wutong was relieved at the same time, but he began to worry again, the souls in this are either low-level demons, or mortals who can't even cultivate immortals, if they want to choose one and ask something, it is basically impossible.

However, when all the souls have been transformed into the underworld, Yun Wutong will not be able to know the secrets inside the soul locking bell.

The soul lock bell transparently rotated around Yun Wutong, making a low roar, Yun Wutong didn't dare to slack off, even if he really couldn't achieve what he wanted in the end, it didn't matter, because these souls finally went to the underworld with a peaceful expression, this is merit.

Just when Yun Wutong was about to continue to transform those souls with peace of mind, a familiar figure appeared in front of Yun Wutong.

"Uncle Yang!"

The figure was dressed as if Yun Wutong had last seen Yang Benxin, which made Yun Wutong recognize it at a glance.

She exclaimed, if Yang Benxin's soul is here, it means that Yang Benxin has also lost his life!

It's a pity that Yang Benxin's soul is the same as those ordinary souls, there is no other expression, just a person's name keeps saying in his mouth.

"Sunset, sunset, sunset...

Yang Benxin's obsession is really his master Lin Xiyan!

Yun Wutong stretched out her hand, and Yang Benxin's soul floated in front of her, she looked carefully, Yang Benxin's body had no obvious external injuries, but there was a blood stain at the corner of his mouth.

Other than that, there was nothing abnormal about Yang Benxin.

Even Yang Benxin, a human realm cultivator who has cultivated for thousands of years, has been collected by the Soul Lock Bell, which shows that this Soul Lock Bell is a powerful one. Such an immortal artifact will definitely cause greater harm in the hands of people with improper mental skills.

Fortunately, the Soul Locking Bell was accepted by her, and as long as it is refined, this immortal weapon will no longer harm the Three Realms.

Yang Benxin's soul floated there, Yun Wutong checked it, and the soul was not damaged, Yun Wutong decided that if she wanted to help the soul of the immortal, she would choose Yang Benxin.

First, Yang Benxin was the demon king's right-hand man before his death, he must know a lot of things about the demon king, plus Yun Wutong still remembers that it was Yang Benxin who chased the demon king away from Liyuan City in the end, so Yang Benxin should have met the demon king before he died.

Second, Yun Wutong remembered his master Lin Xiyan, who had been distraught, and the two of them didn't know that they had misunderstood each other until they died, because they fell for the trick of the demon king, but in the end, they couldn't explain everything, and Lin Xiyan was already dead.

Yun Wutong thought that Lin Xiyan and Yang Benxin must have regrets and remorse in their hearts, since this is the case, then she will help Yang Benxin ascend to immortality and let him go to the demon king to take revenge himself, so as to fulfill Lin Xiyan's wish!

What's more, this is a surprise given to her by the Soul Locking Bell, she didn't expect that the person she was going to ascend to immortal was her master's lover, was this the task and arrangement that the master gave her in the dark?

Thinking of this, Yun Wutong hurriedly regained his mind, the soul in the soul lock bell had almost been reduced, and in the end, in the whole room, only Yang Benxin's soul remained.

To turn a soul into a ghost immortal, Takein only told her to input all her immortal power into that soul, and also to help the soul absorb those immortal powers, not to mention the dangerous process, and the time is also long.

Therefore, this time, Yun Wutong can't be sloppy at all.

Yun Wutong controlled the soul lock bell to fly behind Yang Benxin, and the requiem spell not only calmed the soul, but also protected the soul, she had to be foolproof.

"Uncle Yang, I hope you can help me, remember what you saw before you died, tell me the secret of the demon king, and we will help the master avenge together!"

Yun Wutong muttered to himself, took a deep breath, and began the most important step.

The strong green immortal power, with the breath of life, slowly entered Yang Benxin's body from the top of Yang Benxin's head. The soul, which had been dim and dull, began to become bright.

Yang Benxin's soul is like a huge absorber, no matter how much immortal power Yun Wutong injects, this soul can be sucked in all of it, and gradually, Yun Wutong feels that he has some difficulty breathing.

She kept moving, her cheeks flushed, and large beads of sweat slipped down her forehead, but she was repeatedly reminding herself in her heart that she couldn't just give up.

The consumption of immortal power made Yun Wutong begin to feel uncomfortable, but then, a huge immortal qi gathered around Yun Wutong, and her body instinctively began to absorb it, this feeling of being consumed all at once and being stuffed all at once made Yun Wutong feel that her bones were trembling, and her flesh and blood were covered with a kind of colic.

His face was pale, and compared to Yang Benxin's soul, Yun Wutong looked more like a person who had lost his breath of life.

Yun Wutong didn't know how long it would take to complete this refining, so that Yang Benxin turned into a ghost immortal, she only knew that she had to hold on, just in the back and forth when the immortal power was exhausted and instantly filled, Yun Wutong gradually adapted to this pain, in her own sea of consciousness, the starry sky was victorious, and the bead that represented her cultivation was also slowly getting bigger!

Yun Wutong closed her eyes, she instinctively repeated all the movements, all her attention was on Yang Benxin's soul.

The soul gradually changed a little, and the originally transparent figure began to gather, and the lifeless eyes on Yang Benxin's face gradually appeared.

Yun Wutong was very happy, which meant that her efforts had paid off, and as long as she continued like this, she was confident that she would soon be able to complete the ritual.

Outside the hut, a strong immortal aura gathered around the house, making the sorrow and Xiaoguo, who were already worried about Yun Wutong, shocked and watched these changes in fear.

The abnormal gathering of immortal qi quickly attracted the attention of other immortals in the immortal realm, and they rushed to the outside of the courtyard, but were stopped by the two beasts.

Not to mention how the two beasts explained to those immortals here, just to say that Yun Wutong is here, she seems to be immersed in her own world, and all her senses about the outside world have disappeared.

She closed her eyes, but she could still see the soul of Yang Benxin, and the bead in her own sea gradually turned into the appearance of a tree, a small tree that was pulling out its branches.

Although Yun Wutong didn't know what this meant, from her own feelings, she felt that it was a good thing, because she seemed to have been promoted.

The immortal power was still continuously injected into Yang Benxin's soul, and the originally sluggish soul gradually became expressionless.

"Uncle Yang, can you hear me?"

Yun Wutong gritted his teeth and asked carefully.

Although she felt that she had been promoted, the physical pain did not go away, and she was afraid that she would not be able to bear it and shouted loudly.

"Who are you... Uncle Yang? Who is it? ”

Yang Benxin said intermittently, his eyes looked at Yun Wutong, and there were some doubts on his face.

"Uncle Yang, I am Lin Xiyan's disciple, my name is Yun Wutong, you are in a soul state now, don't worry, I will help you cultivate into a ghost immortal, you just need to keep the status quo."

Yun Wutong said quickly, Yang Benxin became conscious, this is a good sign.

"Lin Xiyan... Sunset. You are a disciple of Xiyan... Sunset. Xiyan she's dead.。。 She's dead. The Demon King。。。 I'm going to kill the Demon King... Revenge for Xiyan... ”

Yang Benxin looked excited, but he was suppressed by the Soul Lock Bell and Yun Wutong, he couldn't move, and his tone obviously had emotional ups and downs.

"Yes, Uncle Yang, my master is dead and was framed by the Demon King, and you are the same, now, listen to what I say, don't move, I will help you cultivate into a ghost immortal, and when the time comes, you will understand everything."

Yun Wutong was worried that Yang Benxin's mood fluctuations would not be conducive to becoming an immortal, so in addition to speeding up the movements in her hands, she also comforted her verbally.

The requiem spell on the soul lock bell has the effect of concentrating and clearing the heart, Yang Benxin struggled for a while, and then he didn't move, he seemed to remember something again, and looked at Yun Wutong incredulously.

Yun Wutong smiled with difficulty, and then, without stopping in his hand, in the continuous passage of time, Yang Benxin's soul finally condensed. (To be continued.) )