"Don't use the small soul-summoning banner to let Si Xin's corpse speak? Haha, Wang Xiong, this is impossible!" Ying Dong said with a hint of panic.

The remnant soul has no sense of lying. With the status of the Saint Son of Si Xin, if Wang Xiong recounts what he said just now, it would be a mountain of evidence. Not only did Ying Sheng become a rebel traitor in the Qin Dynasty, but his own father and son also became rebel traitors in the Qin Dynasty. Once the dust settles, even the prince and grandson are useless.

Ying Dong showed panic, and Ying Fen even sweated even more.

The two kept reminding themselves in their hearts not to panic. It was impossible to do it without a small soul-summoning banner.

Wang Xiong opposite showed a sneer: "It's just that Si Xin is talking, what's impossible! Jumen! Begin!"

"Yes!" Jumen replied.

Just saw that Jumen quickly opened the coffin.

"Kuang!"

The corpse coffin opened instantly, and bursts of black air suddenly emerged from the coffin.

Black gas enveloped a corpse in the center.

It is the Saint Son of Sixin.

It was still the same Saint Son of Si Xin. There were three golden needles sealing cultivation in the middle of the eyebrows, chest, and dantian. The long sword had been removed from the heart and mouth, but the clothes at the heart and mouth were still dark red. Obviously, Wang Xiong had never dealt with them at all. The dark red is the color of blood drying. The wounds under the clothes should still be the same.

Si Xin's corpse looked pale. No, there were still a few corpse spots on her pale face.

Wang Xiong has preserved it well, and Si Xin's corpse does not have any heavy corpse smell.

When everyone saw Si Xin's corpse, they held their breath.

"It's true that it's Si Xin!" Ying Dong's scalp felt numb.

Si Xin was killed by himself, but Ying Dong left until he died. Naturally, this was Si Xin's corpse.

Ying Dong showed an anxious look.

Zuo Baifeng, on the side, looked up and said, "This is my Holy Son of Chi Lian, you can't...!"

"Jumen! Stare at Zuo Baifeng, he shouted again, take another step forward, kill!" Wang Xiong shouted coldly.

"Yes!" Jumen glared and shouted.

Zuo Baifeng's face looked ugly, but he didn't dare to insert it anymore.

"Ying Dong, you have to confirm whether this is the Saint Son of Si Xin?" Wang Xiong stared at Ying Dong and asked.

"No, no need, Si Xin's corpse, I have seen it, but if you can't attract souls...!" Ying Dong clenched his fists and stared at Wang Xiong.

"Bang!"

Wang Xiong slapped the coffin lightly.

"Boom!"

A burst of explosion suddenly came from the coffin, and then bursts of black gas emerged from the coffin.

The black air surrounds the Sixin corpse, as if it has some extremely gloomy power, pouring into the Sixin corpse.

"What are you doing?" Ying Dong shouted.

"Haha, I said, let the dead speak. It is not necessary that your little soul-summoning banner. I have my own way, but I won't tell you how to wait!" Wang Xiong sneered.

"Pretending to be a ghost!" Ying Dong looked disbelief, but he was still extremely nervous inside.

"Dong, dong, dong, dong…………………………!”

I saw that the coffin suddenly trembled, and inside the coffin, the body of the Holy Son of Si Xin also seemed to tremble. This tremor immediately made Ying Fen and his son nervous.

It's not true, right? Could it be that Wang Xiong can summon souls without using a small soul-summoning banner? This is impossible.

Both father and son showed nervousness.

"The soul is back~~~~~~~!" Wang Xiong also shouted loudly as he learned.

"boom!"

There was a loud muffled sound in the coffin, and the trembling coffin suddenly stopped shaking.

Everyone swallowed and stared at the coffin, the heart that no longer trembled.

At this moment, his heart suddenly opened his eyes.

"Buzz!"

The moment his eyes opened, Ying Dong, not far away, staggered and almost fell backwards.

"This, this, the dead man opened his eyes. He won't become a zombie, right?"

"Really awake? Really false?"

"This is even more strange than Ying Sheng's. Ying Sheng's remnant soul leaves the body. Is he a corpse open his eyes?"

"It must be different. Ying Sheng used the small soul-summoning banner to summon the soul, and Wang Xiong's techniques were different!"

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In the hall, there was a whisper, and everyone looked at the corpse in surprise.

Open your eyes?

Wang Xiong can also make the dead open their eyes? But how did it do it? Just some black aura that I can't understand, how did Wang Xiong do it?

Ying Fen also swallowed his saliva, and his scalp became numb.

"Si Xin, do you know these two people in front of you?" Wang Xiong smiled.

"Ying Dong? My good cousin, I keep helping you. You actually killed me, you actually killed me, I want to kill you, kill you!" Si Xin suddenly showed a ferocious face and made a ferocious roar.

A loud roar seemed to rush towards Ying Dong with a resentment from hell.

"Crash!"

Ying Dong retreated again, and pushed him with his hand and almost overturned Ying Sheng's coffin to the ground.

In the hall, all the relatives of the Ying clan and civil and military officials were wide open, and Princess Qinghuan leaned behind Su Dingfang in fear.

Su Dingfang's face was serious and his eyes narrowed, staring at the Saint Son of Si Xin, because Su Dingfang was sure that Saint Son of Si Xin was dead. Since he was dead, was this really a successful convening soul?

When did it become so easy to conquer souls?

Su Dingfang showed a sense of confusion and turned his head to look at the Human Emperor.

The Human Emperor was still calm while sitting on the dragon throne, and his fingers were still lightly tapping the armrest, without any intention of inserting the hole.

Zhang Zhengdao, not far away, also swallowed.

The soul-summoning Yingsheng has already made Zhang Zhengdao feel that today's judgment is out of his control. Now, even the soul of the Saint Son of Si Xin has also been attracted. How should I continue this judgment?

"Ying Dong, my cousin, I help you so much, but you killed me. I want you to die, I want you to die!" Si Xin Shengzi roared constantly with resentment.

Ying Dong was in chaos at this moment. After his previous mood was disturbed by Wang Xiong, he could not even think of counterattack when he saw the criticism of the Saint Son of Si Xin. His mind was full of "exposed" and "finished"!

"Who is he?" Wang Xiong pointed at Ying Fen.

"Uncle!" said the Holy Son of Si Xin.

As soon as the Holy Son of Si Xin opened his mouth, Ying Fen was shocked and his face showed a look of horror.

"Ying Fen is your uncle, Ying Dong is your cousin. Ying Dong, Ying Sheng used to deal with the Qin Dynasty in your Chilian Holy Land. What identity did they use?" Wang Xiong said again.

"Mr. Iron-faced, Black-faced General!" Saint Si Xin shouted again with a resentment.

"Wow!"

There was an uproar in the hall in an instant.

Is it true, is Wang Xiong’s story true? Ying Dong, Ying Sheng really betrayed the Qin Dynasty? Is it a rebel against the Qin Dynasty? And the woman Ying Fen married in the past was actually the sister of the Holy Lord Chi Lian?

In this way...!

All the ministers suddenly fell silent.

At this moment, everyone realized that they could no longer follow the words of Ying Fen and his son.

Although they are princes and grandchildren, even if they involve serious crimes of corruption, even the children and grandchildren that the human emperor values ​​are of no use.

No ministers dared to interfere and looked at Wang Xiong in surprise.

He actually turned it into victory? How could this Wang Xiong be so difficult?

"Ying Fen, Ying Dong, do you still need this king to confirm again?" Wang Xiong sneered.

Ying Fen and Ying Dong all showed fear, because it was revealed in front of everyone that he was a traitor, and even the prince and the grandson were useless.

The two turned their heads and looked at the Human Emperor, but saw that the Human Emperor was still calm. It seemed that they no longer cared about the life and death of the children and grandchildren.

"No, no, no!" The two were in panic.

"Censor, Lord Zhang, now, I have proved that Ying Sheng is a rebel thief in the Qin Dynasty. The rebel thief in the Qin Dynasty assassinated me and tattooed Princess Qinghuan. I will kill him on the spot. I wonder if he is guilty? Lord Zhang, can you fulfill your promise just now and correct me?" Wang Xiong looked at Zhang Zhengdao.

Zhang Zhengdao's eyelids twitched wildly.
To be continued...