After the change of heaven and earth, the focus of the soul return technique has changed to communicate with the netherworld, so this is actually not a soul conjuring technique, but a "soul borrowing technique". This is the kind of prayer she wrote on the golden paper, and it is easier for a country to borrow a soul when the throne is so great.

Not all the officials present were bold, and some people quietly swallowed their saliva at this time.

When the golden paper was about to be burned, Feng Miaojun threw it into the spring.

Strange to say, before it touched the water, the spring turned into a whirlpool, as if it were a vertical funnel.

The golden paper fell with green fire, and Feng Miaojun's eyesight couldn't even see what the end was.

The water is yin to yin, not to mention that this is a yin spring. The whereabouts of the golden paper are no longer in the world.

After it disappeared, the whirlpool in the yin spring did not disappear.

Feng Miaojun stood solemnly with his hands down, obviously waiting quietly.

With the favorable time and place at this time, the queen's every move has an invisible majesty, even Fu Lingchuan does not squeak, and others are even more silent.

About a quarter of an hour later, there was movement in the spring:

A vague white shadow emerged from it, fluttering and flickering, as if it would fall apart at any moment. There were so many people standing by the Yin Spring, it was just a newly dead ghost, and it was naturally afraid of exuberant popularity, so it instinctively wanted to escape as soon as it appeared.

It's just that as soon as its body moved, Feng Miaojun pointed towards the coffin: "Time is precious, why don't you go in?"

Her voice was low and tactful, no different from the original soft and beautiful photos, but it was extremely uncomfortable to listen to the human ear, like a cranial nerve being pulled by an external force.

But the sound is like a guiding light to the soul. The wisp of white shadow circled the coffin twice, as if looking, as if weighing, and then plunged into it.

"Open it. ”

As soon as Feng Miaojun gave the order, the palace people went to uncover the coffin.

The officials present had only heard of Yu Linlang's assassination, but had never seen the dead man in the case, and as soon as he stretched his neck, he saw a young man with a white face lying inside, he stretched out his hands and threw straight forward, but he could not jump out vertically like the princess in the past.

This movement really makes the scalp tingle, but Feng Miaojun still said: "He was cut in the waist, and his vertebrae were broken and he couldn't stand up, you go and help him." He casually pointed to the two guards next to him.

When these two people received the order, they also had no faces, but they couldn't disobey the holy order, so they had to step forward and put the corpse out of the coffin and face the murderer Shi Zhangqing.

Feng Miaojun said in that strange voice again: "Tell clearly, did this person in front of you kill you?"

The new soul who has just left the underworld is even very confused, and he can't lie.

Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath.

The corpse seemed to be discerning with his heart, and then nodded in full view of everyone!

The bitter master of Yu Linlang's assassination case is also the last eyewitness, and he also identified Shi Zhangqing as the murderer!

The officials were silent, looking at Shi Zhangqing, and then at Fu Lingchuan, all with strange faces.

This time, it's ironclad evidence, right?

Two living people and one dead corpse have all determined that Shi Zhangqing is the murderer, how else can Fu Lingchuan overturn the case for him?

Wang Qian suddenly walked out from behind Fu Lingchuan, and saluted Feng Miaojun before saying, "The king forgives the sin, the villain has something unknown." ”

Feng Miaojun looked at him with deep meaning in his eyes: "Say it." ”

"How do we know that the lonely soul we invite must be the bitter master himself?"

Feng Miaojun snorted slightly: "Wang Qian, you are so bold." ”

She called her by name, and Wang Qian was slightly startled. He rarely entered the palace, and he didn't expect the queen to recognize him at a glance. It seems that she is not ignorant of the people around Fu Lingchuan. When he said this, he suspected Feng Miaojun's secret method of replacing Tao Zhuang, and he didn't know where to get a ghost creature to pretend to be the soul of the deceased to identify Shi Zhangqing.

This thought was an offense to the king, but it was a reasonable inference. After all, everyone had seen her methods.

"The villain should die, the king is angry, but the stakes are high, still, it's still ......"

Before he finished speaking, Feng Miaojun interrupted: "Okay, then verify it." You are damned, no matter what the result is, Lone wants you to have a right arm!"

At this time, the wind was gusting in the patio, and others had to rub their arms while wearing thick winter clothes, but the white smoke lit by these incense sticks was vertically upward, and there was no fluctuation at all.

Feng Miaojun beckoned to the dead corpse: "Still not coming out yet?" ”

The deceased did not respond, his eyes were still closed, and he stood still.

Either the soul has escaped, or it does not want to come out.

This is its former residence, which naturally makes it feel close and instinctively does not want to leave.

Feng Miaojun sighed, suddenly walked over quickly, raised his palm and pushed it towards the deceased's forehead!

A strange scene happened:

The dead man didn't move, but her slender fingers passed through the other's skull, pushing a white shadow out.

This time it was like a white horse passing through a gap, so fast that few people could see it clearly on the spot, and Feng Miaojun had already retracted his hand and sleeves.

The deceased's brain was intact and had not been poked out of the hole—she had only pushed out the soul that had taken over the body.

The white shadow fluttered in the air twice, and the figure tended to scatter. Feng Miaojun pointed towards Benzoin: "Go, there are your benefits." ”

It immediately floated to the incense and swallowed it quickly with the smoke.

The more it sucks, the more condensed its figure becomes, and the more it resembles a humanoid.

Benzoin was made by her with the ancient secret art she had obtained from the Smoke Tower, and it was a great complement to the souls of mortals, especially the souls of the newly deceased, helping them stabilize their bodies. It is not difficult to refine this thing, but nowadays few people can nourish their souls, so it is rare in the world.

Feng Miaojun refined an enhanced version, and she hoped to compensate this young man.

When the three incense sticks were about to burn out, this white shadow finally showed its original appearance-

A boy of fourteen or fifteen years old, with thin eyes, a flat nose, and a square jaw.

There is no need for Feng Miaojun to remind him anymore, anyone can see that the face of the soul is exactly the same as that of the deceased standing on the side with his eyes closed!

There are many cultivators in this world who believe that the appearance of the soul cannot be falsified!

"Still have questions?" Feng Miaojun turned his eyes and looked at Fu Lingchuan and Wang Qian.

Fu Lingchuan's face sank like water, but cold sweat broke out on Wang Gan's forehead.

"Huh. She sneered and said to Bai Ying, "It's a matter of time, you can go back to the underworld." ”

The white shadow rose at the sound and plunged into the whirlpool of the spring.

Immediately afterward, the whirlpool slowly disappeared, and the Yin Spring returned to its former calm.

Feng Miaojun turned his head slowly, but his eyes were on Wang Qian, and there was a rare evil aura in his eyes: "It's your turn." "This person is Fu Lingchuan's confidant, and she has to teach him a lesson.

Wang Qian also knew that there was no escape, and took two steps back to draw his sword. In a flash of cold light, he cut off his right arm!

Click, the broken arm fell to the ground, blood splattered. (https:)

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