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Chapter 107 Conspiracy

Song Ling quickly chanted the spell and pointed at the oil lamp, and the lights suddenly became brighter.

It's strange that since lying in the soil, the miserable green light on Song Ying's body gradually faded, and the flame also moved to the edge of the oil lamp, trapped by Song Ling and Shangguan Han's spell casting, and transplanted into the oil lamp flame.

After doing all this, several people breathed a sigh of relief.

"I still have to give you a dose of the Resurrection Fairy Drink in this way."

Shangguan Han used the purple gold gourd to fill a lot of resurrection immortal drinks. At this time, he poured the unconscious Song Ying. A white light appeared from the inside out. The wound was incredibly reborn, and his legs that turned into ashes also grew out.

The Resurrection Immortal Drink is one of the representatives of the great alchemy works in this world. It can revive the dead and reshape the immortal body. As long as the soul is not completely dispersed, it can be saved within twelve hours. It is a rare treasure.

"Brother Shangguan, I really want to thank you this time..."

Shangguan Han smiled and went out to talk to Song Ling.

After they left, in the inner room, where the oil lamp could not be seen, the shadows on the ground and the walls suddenly stretched and deformed, quietly splitting out many tentacles, reaching towards Song Ying, who was unconscious in the coma.

When the shadow tentacle approached the oil lamp, a light burning with bean-shaped wicks suddenly burst out with a burst of lamps, and a fire net formed on it, covering Song Yingzhou's body, blocking the shadow back.

After trying several times, they returned in vain. There was a rustling sound in the shadow, as if a monster was whispering.

Finally, with a shrill whistle, tentacles of all sizes retreated like a tide and returned to the shadow.

These lamps that impose Taoism are equivalent to Song Ying at this moment. If the wicks are not finished and the light is not extinguished, they can protect him from death.

The outermost part is the true fire that can protect the invasion of external evil.

Even if the heavenly tribulation is coming, such an arrangement can be delayed for one or two days.

Outerhouse.

"Elder Song, this matter is not small, I'm afraid that the first seats in the upper court will be alarmed."

"According to the customary practice, someone will come down to ask about the whole story within three days."

The wind and rain hit the yard, and the roof tiles made a ticking sound.

Elder Song was in a mood at this time like a thunderstorm outside, with clouds and lightning and thunder.

Shangguan Han understood his thoughts, but could only sigh.

“······ Make preparations early.”

Elder Song barely squeezed out a smile.

"Let Brother Shangguan see the joke."

He patted his shoulder and Shangguan Han glanced at him sympathetically.

He knew that Song Ying was the child, and he was expected to compete for the quota of the top ten true disciples in the next sixty years.

Now...

It's almost aborted, so I can only wait for the army to be reincarnated.

No matter who has a family who is ready to make a big splash, the mood will naturally not be good if such an accident occurs.

Shangguan Han left, Elder Song was still standing there, his face was gloomy and clear, and after a while, he seemed to have made up his mind.

He took a few magic weapons with him, as well as a magic weapon whisk that he could wear in the morning and evening, and hurried into the inner room.

After lifting the curtain, he slowly walked to the mud pit where Song Ying was lying.

The oil lamp illuminates the house, with the lower end of the lights being fiery red, the upper end is either green or pale.

There was a red, a green, and a white one in the room.

He murmured in a voice that only he could hear:

"I didn't want to do this at first..."

Behind him, a large number of hair-like attacks emerged from his shadow, and the tide surged along the walls and the ground, and even left the room and the yard...

In the mountains, in natural caves.

Zhou Xun let go of the calculator and sent the corrupt energy obtained from the void of the original deity. He felt refreshed and happily let go.

"It is worth a lot of value to be able to corrupt the Dharma body of the True Lord of Hedao. Thank me, if it weren't for not being able to keep the image of Dao Lord, it wouldn't be that simple."

Zhou Xun's original deity is still in the disaster, constantly enduring various disasters, and occasionally requires incarnation everywhere and to bear one or two.

These corrupt qi mechanisms are a kind of calamity of Taoism, which can eliminate the Dharma body of the True Lord, erase the Taoist soul, and cause a series of major catastrophes. They are one of the calamities triggered by the earthly immortal world opened by the deity.

Zhou Xun's newly opened world is still at the level of the Cave World, and he can't stand such anger no matter what.

Just by taking advantage of the energy of the Taoist Yuqing, he passed through this wave of corrupted energy.

"If someone really absorbs these energy, it is certain that the Taoist practice has soared several times, but it is foreseeable to be corrupted... I hope that person can last longer."

Thinking of this, Zhou Xun expanded the scroll and shook off a dot of ink, which became larger in the air and returned to its original appearance when it fell to the ground.

It was the Yuqing Taoist who was captured alive, Qin Feng.

Qin Feng woke up from his dream and looked around.

At the last moment, he was still avoiding a vicious dog that could fly, jump and spit fire, and appeared here the next moment.

When he saw the young man standing quietly in front of him, he cried and bowed.

"In the lower Qin Feng, Yuqing Road, the lower court of Ningchuan Prefecture in Chenzhou, the outer disciple, was ordered to investigate the Zhou family's son. The Lin family's servant, who met me and my senior brother on the road, and then intercepted and pretended. I knew I would die, and I only wanted to let my soul be reincarnated. I would not be able to repay my great kindness in this life... If I can enter the Tao again in the next life, I would like to join you, serve my own people, and repay you."

"I have been in the Taoist temple for more than ten years, and what I see and hear should be of some value. I think you are also an enemy of the Taoist temple and should be useful to you.

Please ask.

Nothing can be hidden from anything that can be said.

I only hope that someone will lead me into the Tao in the next life, and seek a chance to transcend."

After saying that, Qin Feng closed his eyes.

Playing hide-and-seek with the dog in the world in the painting consumed too much of his energy.

Zhou Xun didn't expect that there would be such a spy.

Such a cooperative attitude is really rare.

"Tell me what you think."

Qin Feng opened his eyes, looked at Zhou Xun with a bright look.

"I was plotted against. If you want to listen, I will say one or two more."

So, when Qin Feng was discovered and reviewed the task situation, he noticed the blank memory and said until he was released by Zhou Xun again.

Zhou Xun stepped forward and reached out to point his forehead.

Qin Feng subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but he still held it back and let Zhou Xun check it out.

He withdrew at a moment's notice, and Zhou Xun withdrew his finger.

"Sure enough, there is a Dharma ban. Near your mind's sea of ​​consciousness, it is probably a ban on a certain past memory, making you unable to remember something."

"As you think, someone really was plotted against."

Zhou Xun returned to his small table and slowly savored tea.

"Well……"

A sensation of pain that broke through the bone marrow came, and the eyebrows and part of the back of the head were severely painful.
Chapter completed!
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