In the secret room, Zi Jin placed an incense bowl on each side of Lord Wugong's body according to the instructions of the third woman.

Three pillars of high incense were inserted in each incense bowl, Zijin originally wanted to light a fire to light incense, but the third woman stopped him and said to him: "Your master has high witchcraft and strong cultivation, and it will be difficult for his divine sense to come back for a while, and he will not be able to enter the land of bliss, so he needs rootless true fire." ”

"Rootless True Fire?" Zhiman was confused and asked me next to her, "Sister, have you heard of it?"

I'm not a witch, so I've never heard of it.

Next to us, Zi'an explained, "The rootless true fire was owned by the witch god in ancient times, and it is said that this true fire can only be passed on to people who are very virtuous and cultivated, and it can burn away the karma of the world and eliminate a little suffering. ”

"The ancient witch gods are just legendary figures, and even if they really existed, after thousands of years of destruction, I am afraid they would have been lost long ago. ”

Zhiman said with some disappointment, Zi'an also said with emotion: "Yes, Venerable, we have only heard of the rootless true fire, it is as old as the red lotus karmic fire of the Buddhist family, the master has mentioned it, but the master can't use it before his death, if the soul is really needed, it is really difficult for us." ”

But the third woman did not speak, did not blink her eyes, stood in front of the head of the witch prince, put all the incense that was held in both hands on her left hand, stretched out her right hand and spread it flat, and suddenly a fire broke out on it.

The fire in the right hand of the third woman is not the same as the fire we usually see, the flame beats, the color is between red and purple, no smoke and no ash, it looks gorgeous from a distance, if you stare at it for a while, although the body is not scorched, but the heart is not like being roasted by fire.

"This ...... Is this a rootless fire?"

Zhiman's eyes were stunned, and she asked Zi'an on the side.

Zi'an was also very surprised, but still told Zhiman, "It's true, although I haven't seen it, but the fire in Venerable's hand is extremely similar to what Master said before, and there is no difference. ”

The third woman used this real fire to light the long incense in her left hand and inserted it into the incense burner next to the head of the Witch Prince.

After lighting the incense in this place, the rootless true fire weakened by a few points, and if it was carefully measured, the fire was just one quarter weaker.

The remaining three incense bowls and incense were on the three sides of Lord Wugong, and the third woman didn't move, and glanced at Zijin.

Zi Jin understood, standing on the side of Lord Wu Gong, holding the long incense on the side of the incense bowl in his hand, Zi An learned from Zi Jin and stood on the other side of Lord Wu Gong.

After Zhiman saw his two senior brothers standing like this, she also understood what was going on, stood at the feet of Lord Wugong, and held the incense in the same way as Zijin Zi'an, holding her hand between her eyebrows, looking very pious.

After the three of them stood with the incense stick, the three women waved their hands, and the real fire in their hands was divided into three strands, and the incense in the hands of Zijin and the three of them was lit separately.

After the incense was lit, the rootless true fire disappeared, and the red dots on the incense were as red as jade.

At this time, the third woman began to summon the soul of Lord Wugong, shouting a spell that I did not understand, and the secret room was like the transition of spring and summer for a moment, more than warm, but not hot.

There are also starlight dots floating in the secret room, like fireflies, but they are smaller than the red dots on the incense and the fireflies in the summer, and they are all floating all over the house, which is also quite beautiful.

The spark was originally scattered, and after the three women read a few words, they suddenly gathered together again and ran to Zhiman's side, with a peaceful atmosphere, and circled around Zhiman a few times.

The aura of this spark is a little familiar, like that of Lord Wugong.

Zhiman also had this intention, and shed a few teardrops, "Master?"

The spark was like the wind, gently sticking to Zhiman's side, and suddenly ran to me, and slowly flew around me a few times, as kind and loving as Zhiman.

My heart was also very moved, and I murmured, "Uncle Wugong." ”

Zhimandi cried even more, Zi'an just wanted to comfort a few words, the third woman raised her eyes and glanced over, Zi'an was afraid for a while, she didn't say a word, and her open mouth closed again.

Although the third woman didn't speak, she sensed that something was wrong, and comforted Zhiman lightly: "Senior sister, don't cry, when you summon spirits, the master retains his divine sense, and if you cry sadly, the master will not feel at ease." ”

Zhiman's face was afraid, she held back her crying, looked at Zijin with her eyes, and then chased the spark again.

The spark finally floated in the sky above Lord Wu Gong, vaguely like a human figure, like Lord Wu Gong, but not a real person.

The figure floated in the air and bowed in the direction of the third woman.

"Master. ”

Zhiman couldn't help but call, but after all, Zijin said that he was not allowed to cry, so Zhiman held back her crying, her tears kept falling, and she didn't dare to cry, biting her lip fiercely, for fear of disturbing her master's soul.

When the humanoid incense three women finished their salutes and stood in the air, the three of Zijin knelt down together and bowed to the three women to thank her for her kindness.

The third woman sighed, didn't speak, and watched the three of Zijin continue to salute the human form in the void, with sadness and a lot of reluctance.

After all, she was soft-hearted, and there was a trace of nostalgia in the eyes of the third woman, so she urged the spiritual power in her hand and blew lightly.

With the witchcraft of the three women, the human form in the void turned into a physical entity, and a living person appeared in the air and floated to the ground.

The person in front of him is Lord Wugong.

"Master!"

Zhiman shouted countless times today, and this time she threw herself into the arms of Lord Wugong with affection and surprise.

At this time, a strange thing happened, after Zhiman rushed over, he did not touch the flesh and blood body of Lord Wugong, but passed through it and sat on the ground.

Zhiman's face was sad and disbelieving, and she looked back at her master.

Now, everyone here, even Qingqing understands what's going on, the Lord Wu Gong in front of him is not a living person, but a divine consciousness condensed by the third woman with spiritual power, that is, the soul of Lord Wu Gong.

Zijin and Zi'an also understood what was going on, and although they were a little disappointed, they still spoke out to comfort Zhiman.

Zijin said: "Senior sister, death and life have a certain number, no one can go against the sky, the Venerable can do this, it is already a great kindness to us, you can't be too sad, if you have anything to say, talk to the master." ”

Zi'an also said: "Master loves you, and I can't bear you when I think about it, you told Master everything you want to say, don't leave regrets." ”

Zhiman raised her head with tears in her eyes, looking at the soul of Lord Wugong, she really had a thousand words.

But seeing that the third woman blew again, the soul of the witch lord was like a living person, although there was no body, but the movements were no different from that of a human.

Lord Wu touched Zhiman's head in the air, with a loving smile in his eyes, and looked at me again, with the same kindness in his eyes.

That's not all, Lord Wugong's divine sense still spoke, he looked around, he was no stranger to the third woman at all, and said respectfully: "Thank you, Venerable Witch God." ”

"Zhiman, Su'er, Zijin, Zi'an, Qingqing. ”

Lord Wu called the people in the secret room one by one, just as he was kind and kind when he was alive.

Zhiman, Qingqing, and I couldn't stop missing and soft-hearted, and tears fell down.

Strong as his son Jin Zi'an, he endured grief for a few days, and arranged the Emperor Witch Palace in an orderly manner, but he couldn't hold on at the moment, looked at the master, and cried.