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I secretly thought that since Mo Yuan had his soul resting on the body of this great prince in the West Sea, the aura around this great prince should always vaguely make me feel a little familiar and familiar, and the description of that body must also be dyed with a little shadow of him because of Mo Yuan's soul. But when the Fuying Palace, where the prince of the West Sea lived, was pushed away by the two palace ladies gently, I followed the king of the West Sea and walked in, and when I saw Dieyong who was half-scattered and his hair was crooked on the couch in a daze, my heart gradually sank.

The sick young man lying on the bed, although his eyebrows were delicate, his style was too soft, and he couldn't match Mo Yuan at all. The aura around the body that is shaped on the outside is also soft, not half broad and deep.

At first glance, it seems as difficult to convince people that he has the soul of a god of war who has amazed the world, as it is to make people believe that a rooster can directly give birth to a fried poached egg.

I think Mo Yuan's soul was too deep to sleep, and Yixing'er didn't let this stack of Yong get cheap, and it was contaminated with some of his calm and strong immortal energy.

The Monarch of the West Sea chattered earnestly for a long time on the side, to the effect that he informed his son that the Immortal Monarch standing in front of him was the premier disciple under the Divine Throne of the Folding Face. In the future, he will rely on this immortal monarch to take care of his stubborn illness for hundreds of years, hoping that he can cooperate with this immortal monarch with a grateful heart.

Hmm, "this immortal monarch" survey refers to the god who is not in the next book.

The chatter of the West Sea Jun was really chattering, and I looked at each other wordlessly.

The little maid who was waiting for Dieyong moved an embroidered pier and placed it in front of the bed, so that I could sit and diagnose the pulse with Dieyong. I trembled and put a hand on his wrist, this pulse is not false, not slow, not flooding, not floating or sinking, as Zhenyan said, no matter how serious the pulse is.

Xihai Jun was very worried, and hurriedly came over: "The child's illness ......"

I reluctantly smiled back at him: "Can Shui Jun lead the others in the hall to stand outside the hall first?"

The purpose of dividing the group of idlers in the hall is to make the soul chasing technique explore the soul of Mo Yuan. Soul chasing has always been a squeamish spell and powerful. If you hadn't cultivated to the level of a god, no matter how excellent your immortal method was, it would be impossible to use it. And when it is done, it must be kept pure and peaceful within a radius of 100 feet, and no one can disturb it.

Since I entered the hall, I have been in a daze since I entered the hall, and I glanced at him with a gentle smile, and slashed at him with a knife. Dieyong opened his eyes and shook twice, and fell crookedly on the bed.

I haven't used soul chasing for many years, but fortunately, I still remember the matching spell clearly. Between his hands, he suddenly spread out a dazzling white light in the hall, and the white light slowly led into a silver ribbon, until the smooth forehead of Dieyong disappeared. I exhaled, carefully dived my consciousness out of my body, and slowly slid into the primordial spirit of Dieyong along the silver ribbon that had just been exported. This has always been a delicate spell, and if you don't pay attention to it, it will mix the divine consciousness of the caster with the primordial spirit of the recipient, and you can't be sloppy at all.

The primordial spirit of Dieyong was filled with the silver light of nothingness, although it was bright, but because it was pure brightness, it was no different from darkness. I have been entangled in his primordial spirit for a long time, but I have not found the sleeping place of Mo Yuan, and it is very difficult to find it back and forth. When I was about to quit and re-use the soul chasing technique, there was a familiar sound of music in my ears, calm and melodious, empty and quiet, I still vaguely remember that the tune was about the sound of the Great Sage Buddha played by Mo Yuan on the primeval relics at the end of the Dharma meeting of the gods and mysteries that winter. My heart skipped two jumps, and I quickly gathered my spirits and stumbled to the music.

But at the moment of tripping, the sound of the Great Sage Buddha stopped abruptly.

I trembled with both hands to touch the thing that had just tripped over me, the touch was soft and gentle, and a trace of fairy energy slowly crept up my fingers, tangled between my fingers. His consciousness could not shed tears, but he could still feel the pain in the corners of his eyes. There is a blank in my eyes and mind, and the one I am touching at this time is exactly the soul of Mo Yuan.

But Mo Yuan's soul has become like this. My master Mo Yuan, the only god of war in the world, Mo Yuan, his strong battle soul is now so weak that he only relies on a wisp of immortal qi to protect him.

No wonder Dieyong is not the slightest resemblance to Mo Yuan.

However, fortunately, I finally came back, Zhenyan didn't lie to me, Mo Yuan, who was closer than my father, finally came back.

After staying in Dieyong's Yuan Shen for too long, Fang Cai's divine consciousness has experienced some fluctuations, and it will be a little dangerous to delay it any longer. Although I couldn't see this silver-white void, with a heart full of sorrow and joy, I still knelt down and bowed to Mo Yuan's soul twice, and then cautiously withdrew following the traction of some chaotic qi in the outside world.

After solving the soul chasing technique, Dieyong also woke up leisurely.

When he opened his eyes, he was stunned and said, "Why are you crying? Could it be that my disease is not cured? If you are not cured, you don't have to cry sadly." Even if I'm going to cry sadly, I'm going to cry. Don't cry, it's actually nothing for me to drag like this, I'm used to dragging left and right. ”

I touched the white silk on my face, and it was indeed a little wet, thinking that Fang Cai's consciousness was surging too much, so I sprinkled a few tears on the original body. So he used a small trick to dry the moist white silk, and said with a smile: "I am crying with joy." ”

He frowned and said, "You person, I thought you were soft-hearted, and when you saw my illness, you felt empathy and grieved for me. Don't you want to see me suffer, but I'm happy?"

I patted him on the shoulder lovingly and said modestly, "No matter where I am, I am not very happy." ”

Zhen Yan is right, if he only relies on Dieyong's not very strong body bones, Mo Yuan's soul will have to recuperate for seven or eight thousand years before he can return to his body and wake up. However, if I can borrow the Heavenly Clan's Soul Lamp to repair his somewhat evacuated soul completely, and then use the more than 140,000 years of cultivation on my body to save him by half, then the matter of his awakening will be just around the corner.

Regarding the Heavenly Clan's knotting lamp, although I have lived for such an age, I have never seen it, and I have only seen some records in the classics. These records all say that the spirit lamp was created by the father in the era of the great flood and famine, which can form the soul of immortals and the spirit of mortals.

For example, if an immortal soul is scattered, he only burns the spirit lamp at the head of his bed for three days to make the scattered soul intact. Even if this mortal has been wiped out, as long as the thing with the breath of this mortal is put on the lamp and burned once, so that the lamp can recognize the breath of this mortal, it can slowly absorb the aura that this mortal left in a radius of thousands of miles. After absorbing all the qi left by this mortal in heaven and earth, he can imitate the soul that was wiped out at the beginning, and create a similar soul.

Well, it's a first-class holy thing.

Cast a spell to make Dieyong fall asleep, and stepped out of the door of the Fuying Palace, and the people who had just been driven out by me were all standing on the side, but among the many idle people, only the king of the West Sea was not seen. The first Gong E was very eye-catching, and before I could ask, she had already leaned over and bowed: "Only now has the distinguished guest arrived, and the water monarch has gone to the main hall to greet the distinguished guest." If it's a trivial matter, the immortal monarch just instructs the servants. ”

Ahem, it turned out that there was another distinguished guest from the West Sea. Today, the King of the West Sea is very honored, the two famous gods of the gods and the gods of the face have come to his realm, which has made his crystal palace very bright, and he has suffered such a great luck, he can still be lucky again, and welcome a distinguished guest. Hmm, such a first-class luck, it is estimated that he has been in the past 8,000 years, and he can only go like this.

I didn't have anything to order, but I immediately went to the Nine Heavens and asked the Heavenly Monarch to borrow the spirit lamp. However, seeing that the identity I am playing today is not a very decent identity, and I can't go back and forth in a chic way, so before leaving, I have to talk to the king of the West Sea in person. Since the smooth and spiritual palace ladies in front of me are humble and courteous, I ordered two casually, and they took me to the main hall where the king of the West Sea welcomed guests, and the rest went back to serve Dieyong.

The distinguished guest welcomed by the king of the West Sea is not small.

At the door of the closed hall, there were two long columns of little immortals from the West Sea, all of whom stood with their hands bowed respectfully. Looking at their faces one by one, when the monarch of the West Sea greeted his face, they all had a one-sided relationship.

It can be seen that the one who welcomes the palace now, even if the rank is not high, the position offered must be much heavier than that of Zhenyan. I was anxious to see the matter of the West Sea Monarch and reported it layer by layer through two strings of West Sea little immortals, and after a while, two palace ladies who were a little too fancy-dressed came out and led me into the palace.

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