Chapter 4049： Return of the soul

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Qing Yan’s eyes fell on the old monk and he snorted.

"The old monk, you still pretend to be a ghost, what is it, you can still beat the monk just now? I tell you the truth, don't say it is you, that is, Ye Lingyue deity came, seeing me this corpse, also have to Admit defeat."

The law of the corpse of the dark collar has exceeded the scope of the human world and the realm of the gods.

Even if it is against the gods, the young people may not be afraid.

"The evil is invincible, the green donor, the bitter sea is back to the shore."

The saying of the South 14th to the Qing Dynasty is totally unconcerned.

I saw him under the martial arts gown, and a flash of Huaguang flashed.

On the body of the old monk, there was also a strip of texture, just different from the lines on the corpses. The lines on the south fourteenth were golden yellow.

The smile on the green floor suddenly solidified.

It is also a grain, but the lines on the South XIV are completely different from the lines.

"Compassionate hand."

At the foot of the South Fourteenth, his body was actually several times faster than the earlier angerless monk.

He moved between the palms, only to hear the palms, like a dust, fell on a recent Tianmen disciple.

The seemingly fluttering palm, when it fell, it sounded like a blasting sound. The Tianmen disciple had just been infected with the corpse, and he was recorded by the old monk, and the dying of the corpse was actually It stopped growing at once.

That day, the disciple’s body was stagnation and fell to the ground.

Just a few blinks of effort, there were many Tianmen disciples who were poisoned in the field.

"The **** old monk, what is on him..."

Qing Yan did not expect that his own corpse will be controlled by the old monk's technique.

Outside, there was a humming sound.

Not good, the sky is going to shine!

The face of the green scorpion has changed again. She is the corpse of the corpse. It is not an ordinary person. In the case of dawn, she can no longer control these living bodies.

Xiahou, you are lucky.

However, I have escaped from the first day and can't hide from the fifteenth. It is not far from the days when you are flying away.

The green snoring snorted and a sharp whistling sound was heard in the mouth.

She took the lead and swept away from the palace.

After the corpse soldiers got the order, they followed closely, and one followed, and disappeared into the palace with the green.

"Teaching, those corpses are gone."

The angerless monk witnessed the corpses who left one after another and sighed.

He hurriedly put down Xia Di, and quickly walked to the side of the fourteen-year-old monk.

"Teach, what are these lines on your body?"

Curious without a angry monk.

The South Fourteenth is the highly respected teacher of Nanwushan, and few of them are in front of people.

This time, it was also the first time that no anger monk saw the South 14th real shot. Earlier, he thought that looking at the thin and weak teaching, he only knew the memorization of the scriptures. I did not expect that the teaching was also a master of martial arts.

And from the fact that he was able to teach against the corpses, the ability to teach is not only the only thing.

"This is called the sacred pattern. The sacred lines appear in the teachings of Nan Wushan. The sacred lines contain the Buddha power, which is just the nemesis of the sage."

After the fourteenth, he put away the stigma, and the lines on his body disappeared.

Ye Lingyue's ability to perceive is very keen. As she felt earlier, she felt the Buddha power in the South XIV.

But Buddhism itself is not strong, and it is strong and weak, precisely because of these stupid lines.

"What should these heavenly disciples do?"

The anger-free monk viewed the Xia Di, and the sorcerer's soul on Xia Di has not broken.

But those Tianmen disciples were in trouble. They were poisoned by the corpse, although they were controlled by the South XIV, but at this time, one by one is gradually recovering consciousness.

"I am only Buddhism, temporarily controlling the spread of corpse poisons on them. After a long time, the corpse will spread, the only way is to remove them."

After the fourteenth, I looked at the disciples of Tianmen on the ground.

"Put it out? But teach, are these people still alive?"

No angry monk is somewhat unbearable.

The monks are compassionate, and these people are all living lives.

"If you don't get rid of them, once they are completely corpse, don't say that it is the entire palace, even the entire summer, and even the whole summer will suffer."

The fourteen hands clasped together, and Amitabha said a word.

The old monk’s words were finished, and on the ground of the palace, there was a burst of fire.

"Teaching?"

The angry monk was taken aback and looked at the crimson flames that were constantly coming out of the ground.

These fireworks are like a cluster of red lotuses, and the disciples who are controlled by the Buddha's power are turned into ashes under the fire.

"Take the Xia Di away, the fire broke out in the palace, and the whole palace died."

After the fourteenth talk, it floated away.

"Disciple... obey."

No anger, watching the less and more fierce fire, then look at the South XIV, which has long since disappeared, biting his teeth, carrying up the Xia Di, and disappearing into the fire.

The jingle sounded and Ye Lingyue was awakened from his sleep.

“It’s already three days?”

Ye Lingyue was agitated and woke up.

She looked at the spiritual card in her arms and got up.

"Well? How is the fire in the summer palace?"

Ye Lingyue's eyelids jumped a few times and looked at the summer palace.

Not good, the palace is on fire.

When Ye Lingyue saw it, she was about to push the window out. Suddenly, she seemed to feel something.

She looked back and found herself standing in front of her bed.

Ye Lingyue was shocked by a cold sweat.

When did this person come, she didn’t feel anything at all.

"Ming Yue, is that you..."

The man faintly turned back and looked at Ye Lingyue.

Ye Lingyue was shocked.

"Xiahou..."

The word "颀" was stuck in the throat of Ye Lingyue.

Xia Houyi stepped forward and grabbed Ye Lingyue.

It’s just this embarrassment, but it’s just empty.

Xia Houyi’s body pierced Ye Lingyue’s body.

Xiahou’s thin face showed a faint color.

He smiled bitterly.

"I almost forgot, I am no longer a human."

"How come... How will your soul be here?"

The Xiahou Temple in front of you can't really be Xiahou Temple, but the Xiahou Temple's soul.

I have been staying in Xiahouyu for a long time, and I used the spirit of the soul to protect my life.

Ye Lingyue did not expect that the other party would suddenly appear in front of him.

Ye Lingyue seems to think of something. She quickly glanced at her bed, and the one was still there.

Could it be said that... Ye Lingyue’s brain flashed a bold guess, Xia Houyi’s soul has been on that spirit, and he brought his soul back?