A chill flashed on his back, and Huang Beiyue said, "What about the Golden Luan Divine Bird?" Is what you say true? ”

"I've looked through all the classics of the Glorious Palace, and I shouldn't be wrong." Meng Qitian hissed, tilted his head and looked at Squeak, "No stitches, this wound will heal by itself." ”

Squeak held a threaded embroidery needle and looked at him very firmly: "You must sew a needle!"

"Not really, thank you." Meng Qitian hurriedly pulled up his clothes, otherwise he would have been sewn up by this small ball, and it would be too much to lose!

Squeak jumped into Huang Beiyue's arms, raised his head, squeaked and complained to her, Huang Beiyue rubbed his head and put him back in the spirit beast space.

She stood up, turned her wrist, and her eyes were cold: "Then let's act!" ”

Meng Qitian stood up by himself in a chair, looked at her and smiled: "You seem to have something else to ask me, about spiritualism?" ”

Huang Beiyue lowered her head and looked at her hand, her fingers closed one by one, and said, "There must be some mystery in this." ”

"Regarding Mo Lian's spiritualism, he is a dark person, and he can call his soul back at will, but the summoned soul does not belong to him, and if he wants to redeem the dead from hell forever, he must exchange something for it."

"In exchange for what?" Huang Beiyue was a little curious.

Meng Qitian said: "You know that this is a matter of changing one's life against the sky, the redeemed soul will not have an afterlife, and Mo Lian will also use the rest of his life to exchange, and his soul will be scattered after death." ”

"I knew it wasn't going to be that easy." Huang Beiyue's expression is quite flat, she has never been a person who will let herself have extravagant expectations, "If you want to get something, you must pay something else, and you must exchange it for the same price, which is fair." ”

"That's it." Meng Qitian seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, "Let the dead let her leave, maybe it will be better in the next life." ”

Huang Beiyue smiled, summoned Xiaohu out, and ordered: "Stay by Meng Qitian's side, let him die!" ”

Meng Qitian said: "I'm not that weak!" ”

"It's up to you to do the rest, I don't like to take risks." Huang Beiyue said lightly, touched Xiaohu's head, and said, "You have grown up, I know you will not let me down." ”

Xiaohu 'wooed' and rubbed her palm with her face, such a big figure was still coquettish, which caused Meng Qitian to laugh.

"Good." Huang Beiyue patted him on the face, turned around and disappeared through the window.

The enchantments in all parts of the Radiance Hall had been found by Meng Qitian to crack them, and with the familiarity of living in the Glory Hall since he was a child, it naturally didn't take much effort to do these things.

So, it's nice to have a mole.

She sneaked into the Red Lotus Temple, but the Red Lotus was not inside, hesitated for a moment, and she immediately went straight to the Temple of Light.

The people who got in the way were almost solved by Meng Qitian, and the road was unimpeded.

She pushed open the door of the Temple of Light and walked in, the brilliant light of the fire shining into her eyes, she glanced coldly at the quiet surroundings, and then raised her head to look at the end of the lamp.

There was a faint figure behind the curtain, but she could tell at a glance that it was not the Holy Monarch.

She slowed down, walked up step by step, and said coldly: "When did the Holy Monarch actually like to play tricks of pretending to be gods?" ”

The person behind the curtain did not respond, she strode up, lifted the curtain, her eyes were condensed, and she felt a chill in her heart!