There was a buzz in the court, louder than just now.

No one expected that the queen would want to take action herself. The most important thing is that everyone said that she had no spiritual talent since she was a child, and she was a mortal who could not cultivate. But Fu Lingchuan also said that if you want to conjure the soul and admit the murderer, not only must your cultivation be profound, but even your soul power must be extremely strong. For cultivators in this world, it would be good if the Dao could be deepened day by day, how many people could take care of their soul power?

There was a flash of golden light in Feng Miaojun's palm, and the golden pestle, which was a head taller than her, was already in her hand. At this time, the sun was rising, and the main hall was facing the east, and the golden pestle seemed to be shining.

She held the pestle, raised it high, and dropped it gently.

"Chang-" This sound echoed far away like a yellow bell and a big lu, and it could be heard all over the hall.

The ministers subconsciously stopped, but there was a flower in front of them, and then the scenery of the royal court suddenly changed, the magnificent buildings, decorations, pillars and thrones all disappeared, everyone was bathed in the bright sunshine of March, and under their feet was an endless sea of grass, and the white mother-in-law and pink peach blossoms covered the earth, attracting bees and butterflies.

The most amazing thing is that everyone standing here seems to be able to smell the grass and earth, like a light rain at the beginning of the day.

Before the crowd could ask questions, the queen had already raised her golden pestle and tapped the ground again.

In the aftermath, the flowery scene is fleeting.

This time, hundreds of officials stood in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, artillery fire in the distance, gunpowder smoke in the distance, and the ground was smashed into potholes, the deepest pit was more than ten zhang wide, more than one zhang deep, worthy of the area of a pond. Now there was also a pool of water - the blood that had flowed from the nearby corpses flowed into it, gathering into a pool that was neither deep nor shallow.

There is no doubt that this is the battlefield, and it is still a fierce battle. Severed limbs and broken arms can be seen everywhere, otherwise half of the corpse is missing, and from the wound point of view, it was blown away, and all the internal organs flowed to the ground. One of the officers was stunned and realized that there was something at his feet, and when he looked down, it was a bloodied soldier dragging his hem, out of breath: "Help me, save me!"

The ministers finally changed color, and saluted one after another: "Your Majesty!"

Feng Miaojun sighed leisurely and raised the golden pestle for the third time.

Immediately afterwards, this Shura field was also gone.

Everyone was still standing in the original hall, the sun was shining in from the east, and the ground was broken gold, and the cold air in the sky was blocked by the formation outside the hall.

The first room here is warm, and it was originally adjusted to a very comfortable temperature, but everyone has not recovered from the previous two scenes, but they feel that their bodies are getting hotter and hotter.

The queen turned out to be a cultivator too, and her skills were so profound!

All this time, they were kept in the dark.

By the way, what about the national teacher? Does Fu Guoshi know?

Feng Miaojun's gaze swept over the faces of Fu Lingchuan, General Hirano, Yu Gengqing and others one by one, and saw that their expressions were different after being shocked.

Well, that's what she wanted.

"Come on, bring the deceased and Shi Zhangqing into the palace. Her voice was calm, "We want him to be identified in court." ”

Fu Lingchuan never said a word, thoughtfully, and then stepped forward and said: "Changle, your monarchy is too heavy, the lonely soul does not dare to approach, and the palace is heavy and does not allow ghosts to pass. ”

Feng Miaojun is the king of a country recognized by the Heavenly Dao, carrying the luck of the country, the little ghost flees from the wind, not to mention that this is the important place of the palace, and the formation to ward off evil spirits is not a thousand but eight hundred, and it is strange if a ghost can enter.

There is another point he didn't say, that is, not long after the sun rises at this time, the yang energy in the world is flourishing,

Feng Miaojun had already predicted, and then said: "There are Yang Springs and Yin Springs outside the East and West Straight Gates, and the sun is rising in the east at this time, but the spring is extremely yin, so we can borrow the power of Yin Spring." ”

When the ancestors built the royal summer palace in Usel, they had foreseen that the earth qi was divided into yin and yang, and the yin qi should not be exhausted so that the solitary yang would not be long, so they dug a yin and yang spring in the east and west straight gates to balance the benefits.

It is said to be a spring, but it is actually a well.

It just so happens that the Yin Spring is close to the harem, and there is no need to say much about the pickled matter, for more than a hundred years, this Yin Spring does not know how many palace people have buried their dry bones, even in the dog days, it is also cloudy, and ordinary people feel cold all over the body when they are close to it, and they have to fight a few cold silences.

The cultivators in this hall all turned slightly pale when they heard this, and secretly said that she was thoughtful.

Feng Miaojun first summoned the wolf hair cinnabar, wrote a piece of gold paper, and stamped his own private seal, and then went to the layman with the pestle: "Let's go with the lonely." ”

She no longer hides her selfishness when she shows her cultivation today, her posture is curvy and she walks slowly, but she runs at the same speed as ordinary people. Most mortal officials had to rush to catch up with her.

In fact, it is also rumored in the upper circles that the queen has cultivation, because the palace people often send a large number of cultivation materials to her. But people's qualifications are divided into three, six, nine and so on, Changle had no talent when she was still a princess, and Baiguan only thought that even if she had cultivation, it probably wouldn't be high. In addition, she never made a move, and the government was controlled by Fu Lingchuan, and almost no one knew her depth.

Today, how many people's eyes are falling to the ground?

Xizhimen is a few miles away, and Feng Miaojun is there in a moment.

Just by looking at the topography here, you can see that the construction of Yin Spring is very particular. The location it excavated is exactly in the turbid yin place of the whole palace, which is the place where the "lower nine waters" converge, and the high walls of the surrounding palace ring it into a "mouth" shape on all sides, only the small door is secretly open to the outside world, so the yin qi accumulates here, and it is not dispelled all the year round.

At this time, it was freezing cold, and there was no way to stand by the spring, but Feng Miaojun was not afraid, and when the others broke the seal, they walked to the edge of the white jade carving fence around the Yin Spring and looked down.

The water is clear, but bottomless, and the edges are covered with moss.

......

After waiting for a short time, the suspect and the deceased were brought in almost at the same time.

Feng Miaojun did not avoid the filthy qi, and ordered people to put both of them in the open space, and then turned to the Yin Spring and silently recited the mantra.

Back then, Yunjie summoned the soul of Wang Po and brought it into the county government through a special black candle. The power of the palace is many times heavier than that of the county government, and it is a blue sky and a white day at this time, and the difficulty of her casting spells is also higher.

Fortunately, her identity is already different.

Halfway through the mantra, the wind began to whine and whistle, and the stumps that swirled in the corners of the wall swirled in the air. The temperature seems to have dropped a lot, and even if others are wearing robes, they feel that the cold and sour wind penetrate their bodies, as if no matter how thick they are, they are useless.

After reading, Feng Miaojun took out the golden paper and shook it gently, and it suddenly spontaneously combusted. The flames were not bright golden red, but a phosphopho-fire-like dark blue, which made her face look a little weird.

This is the so-called Yin Fire.

She has studied a lot over the years, plus the Heavenly Demon Secret Scroll she started last year, which contains as many methods as possible to polish the soul and communicate with ghosts and gods, and has elaborated on the soul return technique.

--- Intelligence Express Line--

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