"If" is a word with infinite possibilities, but for the Diyi Lady, who has already revealed her white jade bones under the scorching flames, all possibilities have become impossible.

Facing Lady Shangdiyi, who instantly lost her skin and flesh, leaving only a face with empty eye sockets, Wei Ye looked away a little weakly, and said with a dry smile: "The divine body is a divine body after all, how can it not be burned like this? Could it be that this divine body is just another incarnation of Lady Diyi?"

The debate monk lowered his head thoughtfully, looked at the body of Lady Diyi, who was only left with white bones, and touched the bones again. With his touch, a warm luster rose from the white bones, and it seemed that they could come to life at any moment.

"That's right," replied the Buddhist heretic, whispering a Buddha name, "this is indeed the divine body of Lady Diyi." Although it is only a low-level earth ghost god, this is also a god corpse, and there must be nothing wrong with it. ”

As the debate monk spoke, he stretched out his finger and tapped lightly on the bones of Mrs. Diyi, but there was a clear sound like a knock on an iron weapon. This divine body is actually as hard and textured as steel.

Xiao Gao emerged from behind the debate monk and interjected, "I heard that in some time and space god systems, the god corpse is a very precious artifact material?

"Don't call me Dao Master, call me Sir!" Wei Ye said angrily, "After the fall of the ghost god, the divine corpse will also dissipate, and I don't think that a ghost god of the level of Lady Diyi can have such a powerful divine body remaining." ”

The fairy warlock said, and reached into the empty chest of the Diyi Lady and groped for a few times, and then his fingertips touched a hard object. Wei Ye took the thing in his hand and took it out.

It is a small box carved from fragrant wood.

It's just that the lid of the box is smelted and sealed with gray tin all sides, and a cinnabar sigil is attached, as if it is sealed with something.

The three men, who were all spellcasters, glanced at each other, pinching the trick and sealing the seal, releasing their own mana, forming an invisible barrier around the incense wood locket.

Wei Ye held the peach gold, and gently pried it on the lid of the box, and the seals of the gray tin and cinnabar sigils loosened slightly. The debate monk stretched out his hand, grabbed the lid of the box with a little force, and opened it.

The Arab blue-skinned brother, who had no big chest muscles, jumped out of the box and generously recalled the past when he was sealed by King Solomon.

No thumb-sized elf crawled out of the box and said something that didn't open.

In the incense box was a purple silk sachet and a bunch of plain silk stacked up.

Wei Ye frowned, and reached out to get the plain silk. Unexpectedly, as soon as his fingers touched the plain silk, it was like touching a burning note paper, although it still looked like it still retained the shape of the paper, it was so fragile that it was too weak to touch, and it immediately shattered into countless tiny pieces of ash.

However, although Su Juan was instantly shattered, a divine thought rose from the fragment and turned into a slightly hoarse man's voice:

"It's like, if the deduction for the husband is correct, the day this Dan box is taken away from the coffin by you is the day when you forget to be a husband, give up the fairy way, and turn into a ghost and god. ”

This voice was extremely calm, but there was a hint of sadness in his tone, and he continued: "In fact, my husband has always known that the man you really want to marry is not me, but the old Great Sima, Hussar General, and Champion Hou Huo. You married as a husband, just to learn the Dan method from your husband, and synthesize the Reincarnation Pill to bring Huo Biyao back to life. However, as a husband as an unprodigal son in Chang'an City, the courtiers of Wen You, who is beside His Majesty, really don't know the art of immortal paths......"

Listening to this divine message, Wei Ye and the debate monk both darkened their faces. The champion Hou Huo was a famous general during the Han Dynasty, which means that the divine thoughts sealed in this silk letter have lasted for hundreds of years. Such a realm of Taoism is an existence that Wei Ye can only look up to today. But such a master, what else is there to talk about "not understanding the art of immortal Dao", that day the world's immortal scholars, except for the cheap senior brother Zuo Ci to the Taiping Daoist Zhang Jiao, should they all go to swallow mercury and commit suicide?

Without the slightest understanding of the audience's feelings, the man who claimed to be a prodigal son and a courtier of Wenyou continued: "The destiny of the champion Hou has been exhausted, for example, the pearl cannot stay in the dirt waves for a long time, it is to fan the fire for the husband, Li Shaojun adds charcoal, and Wei Shuqing is the stoker, and it has really been refined into a soul rejuvenation pill, as if what you get is just a body that can breathe and have no emotion. It is like, although the husband is the leader of the prodigal son team under the Golden Horse Gate, and the leader of Haiyou in front of the Weiyang Palace, he refuses to wear this green crown, not to mention that it is a sin for the husband to cause Huo Bi Yao to be uneasy. ”

Listening to the words "Golden Horse Gate", "Weiyang Palace", and "Wenyou Minister", Wei Ye had a little understanding, and then listened to the divine thoughts left by the man and continued: "However, my wife has something to ask, how can I not allow it for my husband. According to the husband's calculations, if you become a ghost and act recklessly, within 300 years, there will be a heavy catastrophe that cannot be resolved. If you can wake up earlier, then within this pill box is your way out. ”

"My wife, if you turn back the wrong way, you can always get where you want to go. Do you still remember the day when you escorted Ling Mei's shrine into the palace to meet the Queen Mother? On that day, your smile was as delicate as a flower, which really fascinated her husband. However, your eyes of admiration fell on Huo Biyao. Even on the day you asked your sister to descend to possess you, and you wanted to prolong your life for Huo Biyao, this is really a bold and lovely idea. The husband is looking forward to the day when he will see that lovely son again in three hundred years. ”

The words fell, leaving the adventurers to look at each other as they listened to the revelation.

No one could have imagined that Mrs. Diyi, who was already chaotic enough between men and women, still had such a complicated relationship. As the outer chamber of the god of Helan Mountain, she often goes to the world to hunt for beauty, which is already very bad, but she still has a relationship with the earth-shattering history of the Han Dynasty.

She, a husband who doesn't speak very seriously, can deduce the world affairs in the past three hundred years, and can be called the same as Li Shaojun, a famous master of the Daomen Wai Dan faction, and Wei Shuqing, an immortal who lives in seclusion in Huashan and roams the world in a white deer cloud car, as if she is a big man in the fairy road. And as the wife of this big man, he has done a heroic thing of trying to push the famous general of the Han Dynasty and the young god of war Huo Quai's illness under the pretext of intercourse.

This couple, no matter how you look at it, doesn't look like ordinary people.

The debate monk looked at the fragrant wood pill box in Wei Ye's hand, as if he saw a hornet's nest that had been stabbed to the ground. And looking at Wei Ye's eyes, it was like seeing the cheap guy with the bamboo pole.