Lingfeng looked down at himself again, suddenly raised his hand, and suddenly pulled the green skirt, with an unbelievable look on his face.

Helicott wiped his hand as if nothing had happened, and the crystal ball suddenly rolled down the bottom of the sleeve, and it was hard to imagine how the sleeves of this wide robe with no peculiarities could hide such a huge crystal ball.

Suddenly, the bright light disappeared, the room flickered according to the shadow of the light, and Kanji's voice continued to sound:

"The Chief Priest uses simple and easy-to-remember words as a spell for transformation, the name of our Supreme Lord God of Light, as long as you use your spiritual power to shout this name, you can freely switch between the two forms, and no longer need the help of a crystal ball. ”

This is only the tip of the iceberg of the Great Light Technique, but just this small change technique is enough to make everyone breathtaking, the Crack Abyss Hercules nodded in satisfaction, even he has no way to discern it, that Qianli is even more unable to see the flaw, so it seems that the spiritual wind is enough to hide safely.

"Of course, her clothes will be modified to suit Cheng dù just now, although it is the clothes of Elanshahr's inner palace maid guard, but it will be a bit shocking to put it in the land of China, we will make her look natural and not so conspicuous. ”

Kanji's further explanation completely reassured the Rift King.

"My king is not dead, I am going to leave the shrine and carefully spy on my king's traces. The exploration of the virtual reality of Fly Mountain is only a superficial name. Just as everyone was sighing and shouting at the changes in the Great Light Technique, the silent voice of the Crack Abyss Hercules clearly drifted into Lingfeng's ears.

Lingfeng's heart was shocked, but fortunately, the look of surprise in the art of change had not disappeared before, but it somewhat concealed the shock in her heart at the moment.

"Although Ye Jing is also from Fly Mountain, he is smart and neat, but he has always been gentle, so he will not let him be put in danger. The Crack Abyss Hercules seemed to be a casual word, but it also gave Lingfeng a buffer to recover from the shock, Lingfeng suddenly saved, and his expression was as indifferent as usual and nodded coldly: "Little maid knows." ”

Ye Jing also wanted to say a few words for himself, he was a lonely adventure who did not let go of his heart, but the Crack Abyss Power King waved his hand firmly: "It's not for her to be Jing Ke, but what do you want Qin Wuyang?" I don't know if Ye Jing Ming doesn't understand this human allusion, but under the majesty of the Crack Abyss Power King, Ye Jing can only stop talking.

Chi Tang was also worried about the safety of the spiritual wind, he thought about it for a long time, and at this moment, his brain was hot, and he strode forward and bowed to the Crack Abyss Force, which attracted the spiritual wind to lightly touch him.

"Since there is such a magical change camouflage technique, what should I do if it is not known to be used on the flesh of a living person? Chi is interested in giving it a try, if it can also have such an effect, Chi is also willing to ...... I am also willing to go to Fly Mountain together, not only to help fulfill the instructions of King Hercules, but also to provide some protection to this disguised mission. ”

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Jing Xuan Hall, located on the bottom floor of the Crystal Temple, connects the passage to the Xuanjing Mountain, and is a quiet room used by the cultivators of the Rift Abyss Ghost Kingdom to participate in meditation, but at this time, it has become a prison for the captives of the Blood Spring Evil Soul.

The room was shrouded in purple light and shadow, but it was not affected by any external light, so it was impossible to tell whether it was day or night, and when the door of the Western Regions of the quiet room was closed, it turned into a deep and lonely misty realm.

The Ghost Emperor and the Ghost Appearance were sealed by a layer of ice that was cold to the bone, but struggled to open, which was the masterpiece of the Mang Clan's God of War, Thorn Chu, so that they could not use their own mana, and could only fall into a delirious and drowsy state under the destruction of the cold air.

However, for the Ghost Emperor, there is not much need to use this kind of technique, since he returned from the Xuanjing, he has always been in a state of confusion and madness, where can he still see the pretentious and arrogant appearance of the past?

That's because he has found his true memory, and the ghost thinks that he has used false memories to deceive him for so long, and even used the name of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty to cultivate self-confidence for him, but now, these illusions that build on the false have collapsed. Although he didn't know what went wrong, the ghost also vaguely guessed that this might have something to do with the effect of the ghost Xuanjing that he didn't fully understand.

Well, even if he didn't know anything about it, and Li Lingzhi made a big mistake in a daze, but in the final analysis, if it wasn't for the influence of that illusory spiritual art, why would he make mistakes again and again, and finally end up in a situation that is out of control?

The ghosts were annoyed and depressed, and the belongings of the Blood Spring Ghost Clan for more than a hundred years had lost all their money after this war, and their ambitions to compete for the world and destroy the world had all come to naught, and in this stupid and almost absurd way, like an egg that thought it was incomparably hard, it slammed into the huge boulder, and then ...... Fragmentation of turbidity and condensation.

The 30,000 ghost army can be regarded as a huge momentum, but there are 100,000 spirit troops protecting the country, and 10,000 spirit clans are waiting for the country; Jinping Gongzi and even the two major divine beasts turned into people to help, the ghost suddenly laughed, laughed at his own obedience, laughed at his ignorance, in this angry and unwilling, self-pitying laughter, he gradually fell asleep......

In the room, there are also officials of the ghost country who look like people at first glance are watching, and they are dressed in silk and wide robes, just like the Han system. Although the Rift Abyss Kingdom does not need prisoners of war with the Blood Fountain Evil Soul, I am afraid that the Rift Abyss King also needs to give them a ritual of canonical punishment, so they must always be careful to take care of them before their ghost souls are absorbed by the Soul Crystal.

On the other side of Jingxuantang, there are three ghost generals, the wind spirit and the fire spirit have long been almost exhausted by Zhu Yue, and the ghost body of the powerful soul only supports the weak and weak body, and the qi spirit lock that binds them also makes them unable to move.

Only the earth spirit ghost will be placed in a layer of colorful circular air cover, and at the top of the air cover is a string of prayer beads dripping with light, so that he does not dare to move a little. He fought a vicious battle with Dingtong for nearly an hour, and it was not until there was no more ghost and demon soldiers on the battlefield that he was taken advantage of by Dingtong under the ashes of all thoughts, and he was captured under the aura of this Dharma suppression.

After knowing that the general trend had gone, his thoughts slowly became clearer, and he coldly watched the ghost emperor who he once regarded as a god, like a foolish fool who had lost his soul, and who was always in control of everything, and had always been accustomed to greeting the upper and the white-haired ghost who was deceitful and deceitful, also became confused at this time, and even fell asleep after the dull and sad laughter.

It's all over, the great ambition of the blood spring, with this foolish act after another has become a delusion that can never be realized, the earth spirit ghost will sigh lightly in his heart, the strange thing is that he does not feel sad and sad, but has a relieved relief and a faint disgusting taste, Murong Yan is heroic and heroic, what kind of madness did he commit at that time?

Murong Yan didn't know that because the ghost emperor's ghost phase mana was suppressed, the ghost control technique that used to control his subordinates had also been eliminated, so what he had now was completely his own will, and he came to the conclusion: If the ghost emperor and ghost phase are the people, they are not worthy of being their own lord at all.

Perhaps, General Tianling has long been aware of this, he has done his own thing, in a remote area, refusing to obey the orders of the ghost emperor and ghosts, but he has also avoided the bad luck of this overthrow, Murong Yan envied the future of the Heavenly Spirit Ghost, and vaguely guessed in his heart, could it be that the Heavenly Spirit is actually a heroic soul with his own true memory?

His thoughts were interrupted by the shaking figure in front of him, Murong Yan raised his eyes and saw that Dingtong was standing in front with a smile, there was no malice on his face, and the other person was standing next to Dingtong, his figure looming, his physique was tall, but his face was raw. However, Murong Yan's gaze swept over the hilt of the huge iron sword behind him, and he immediately knew who he was.

"It's been a long time, Absolute Sword, it seems that you have escaped from the body of the Mighty Soul, why are you not my forerunner, but you have become their pawn?"

"My name is Zhang Yan, the giant warrior Zhang Yan. Zhang Yan said coldly, staring directly at Murong Yan.

"Well, you said it in a daze at that time, but this name has no meaning to me, what does your past and present life have to do with me? I only know that you were the vanguard of my ghost army, much more powerful than the pioneer I used to be, and since you rebelled, I have not found a suitable successor. ”

"It's always my biggest regret that I haven't been able to settle old scores with you on the battlefield. ”

"No matter how you calculate it, I can't be considered a deep hatred with you, but then again, if you really meet me on the battlefield, things will be much simpler, and in three moves, I will make you look like you and save yourself from listening to your noise in my ears now. Isn't that right?monk?" The earth spirit ghost suddenly turned to Dingtong, "Although you caught me, you are not very capable, but you are just taking advantage of the crowd and bullying the widows." ”

Zhang Yan snorted: "The prisoner of the defeated war is so hard-mouthed, believe it or not...... Dingtong waved his hand lightly: "Good, good, good, we are not here to do a war of words." Murong Gongzi, the little monk came here to ask for something. ”

Murong Gongzi heard the four words in his ears, Murong Yan was stunned, the arrogance on his face gradually dissipated, and he sighed: "I am your prisoner of war, life and death, I can not afford to ask for this word." ”

Dingtong didn't respond, but slowly walked to the side of the two generals of the wind spirit and the fire spirit, and with a move, the purple light of Xuanjing between his fingers had already probed above their heads, and the two generals were lying down like mud tires and wood sculptures, and the purple light swirled for a while, but they all trembled slightly, humming endlessly, as if they were committing epilepsy.

Dingtong leaned over for a long time, his eyes slightly closed, but in his mind, there was a scene of interweaving:

On the battlefield where the corpses were resting and the blood was like a canal, a general with a burly physique half-knelt in front of him, his armor was torn and scarred, and the banner that had been soaked in blood and could barely see the original color was like a ragged and broken strip of cloth, falling and fluttering behind the general, but in front of him, it was the black armor sergeant who could not see the edge step by step.

Dingtong recognized the system of these Xuanjia sergeants, this is the army of Xuanjia Sergeant, suddenly the wind rose, whistling, the general supported the wind and raised his head, but he was no longer able to raise the big axe that had been cut in his hand, just like that, he watched dozens of iron lances penetrate his body, his head was cut off, and he was put in the hands of the Xuanjia sergeant, the blood in the neck cavity was spilled, and there was a deafening cheer in all directions: "Gaoli thief ambushed! Gaoli thief ambushed!" ......

The sky was as dark as ink, but a raging fire illuminated the faces of everyone sitting around, revealing a frightened, unbearable, panicked feeling, a miserable howl from the fire resounded through the sky, stirring Dingtong's ear drums, he saw clearly, there was a grill in the fire, but there was a person tied to the grill, just like a slaughtered sheep and pigs, the difference was ...... He was still alive, although the scorching smell was overflowing, although his face had been burned and blurred, but he was still wailing hoarsely and struggling, so that Dingtong seemed to be able to feel the burning pain, and there was nothing more tragic than this......

Dingtong took a deep breath and let go of his hand from the top of the heads of the two ghost generals, the purple light between his fingers faded, and the two ghost generals stopped trembling.

This is their real memory, their past lives, the scene they had as human beings before they died.

"The memories of the soul are always fading away, even the evil souls of the blood fountain are no exception, only with the help of the effect of the spirit crystal can you reproduce the scene of the previous life, and to my surprise, you clearly have your own memories, I knew when I was in Luoxia Mountain, this is a special case in ten thousand. ”

"You told me that the prince of the prince has become the general of the remnants of the ghost clan, which is really lamentable. Murong Yan remembered the scene of the battle with Dingtong in front of Luoxia Mountain.

"The little monk sighed, since there are old memories, the bento is pretentious, how can he be driven by a eunuch and an old traitor, but do something for the tiger?"

Dingtong's words aroused Murong Yan's thoughts: "I also think it's strange, in fact, when I first became a powerful ghost, I had another memory, and I later learned that this was a false memory imposed on me by the ghost. And as my own cultivation deepened, the true memories that belonged to me came back to my mind bit by bit, and I knew the past of my previous life, and I also knew my name. The ghost was also surprised by this, but he could only acquiesce to this fact, perhaps because he felt that my power was still worth using. But since then, I have always stayed away from ghosts, and as a descendant of the Great Deer God, I hate this feeling of being charged!"

"It's good, it's good, Murong Gongzi can have this realization, and the little monk will protect him in every way. Seeing a hint of surprise on Murong Yan's gray face, Ding Tonghe nodded: "The little monk intends to fight with you, not because he is obsessed with enmity and hatred, but because he is trapped by the light of the Buddha. But with a little hammering, you can get rid of the shell of the evil soul and enter the ranks of the pillars of the rift abyss. Regain your promising body, and then regain your mind, I don't know what the son wants?"