Chapter 22 Who reads the moment of life and death

Yu Bing's heart trembled. How could he not see the seven wonders connected to his divine consciousness through magic? He asked, "Brother Yu, who did you see?"

"Do you remember the portrait I showed you and the story I told?" Yu Bing said with a wry smile.

"Oh?" After listening to Qi Miao, he couldn't help thinking that Chen Naixian, the powerful enemy who had offended by mistake, was also here. As soon as he closed his eyes, his consciousness was destroyed. With the power of the wandering soul, the picture of Shen Fu reappeared in his mind. He saw that the wandering soul was trapped on the lake behind Shen Mansion, and a large platform was set up on it. Surrounded by dozens of maids and many practitioners dressed as practitioners of the Xiaoyao Sect, Mu was wearing a wide blue and green robe and tied with a bun. He sat down cross-legged, holding a dust brush in his hand, and a bowl the size of a copper-colored and yellow bowl in front of him, in which a yellow paper spell was burning.

Beside him, there were many people. One person who attracted Qi Miao's attention. With the help of the sight of the wandering soul, he saw that the man had a sparse beard and a bold and restrained face. At first glance, he was quite a calm person. He was wearing a shabby clothes and did not have a sword around his waist. He was pinned with a wine gourd, as if Yi, standing lazily holding hands.

The man's appearance is exactly the same as the person in the painting that Yu Bing showed him before.

On that day, when Yu Bing admitted that he was young and frivolous, he spread poison in the source river, which was impregnated with filth, which accidentally harmed the life of Chen Naixian's brother. Although he is very guilty now, it is useless. If he has learned something and knows the truth of the matter, he may have to return to southern Xinjiang. Yu Bing's revenge.

It turned out that he was Chen Naixian. Qimiao thought like this. When he looked up again, he suddenly found that behind him, he actually stood behind the thirteen or 14-year-old teenager who secretly attacked him that day, with a white face and could turn into an eagle. Qi Miao's mind fluttered and couldn't help thinking, "Is this man the man who released a surging sword spirit? "

"This man is not old. Is his skill so outstanding, but his side is empty. What about his sword?" After thinking for a while, I only felt that no matter what, Yu Bing could not be allowed to bump into this person, otherwise it would be an unpredictable victory or defeat.

At this time, a sharp look suddenly forced him and met the sight of Qi Miao. His mind was unstable for a moment, his heart shook, and the spell was almost broken by this eye. At this moment, the wandering soul hurriedly turned his sight and looked to the other side.

"I don't know if this person saw through my magic. It was really dangerous just now..." Qi Miao took a long breath and secretly glanced over. It could be that Chen Naixian's face was still and couldn't tell whether he had found someone here.

He thought for a moment. When he first pressed his suspicion and looked at it again, he saw that there was another person behind Chen Nai, fat and well-dressed, wearing a high crown hat, but who was not Shen Wei and Marquis Shen?

However, Shen Wei's expression at this time was not as domineering as before. It can be seen that he did not close his eyes for a few days and nights. His eyes were dark, his skin was loose, and his face was full of fatigue, and he wrote indescribable sadness and tension.

"This is different from what I looked like when I first saw him..." Qi Miao was curious. He suddenly thought that if the arrogant Marquis Shen hadn't been so nervous because of his life, there would have been only one reason.

He instantly thought of his hard journey in front of Shen Danyang's cave. Despite the pain around him, he crawled and asked Qimiao and Shen Danyang and Qimiao to save his only son.

I think that Lord Shen didn't get this son until 40 years later. He has always been regarded as a pearl and has taken good care of him. Is it possible that this time he had an accident because of his young son?

Sure enough, in the gap between the practice of chanting the spell the day before him, he suddenly stopped his hand and sighed inaudiblely. An Lehou nervously leaned over and asked, "Tianmu Xianchang, what's the trouble?"

On that day, Mu didn't look back, but said lightly: "Among the lonely ghosts and wild ghosts far and near, I haven't found an order, and I will continue to cast spells. Please rest assured, marquis."

Prince Shen wiped the sweat on his face and begged, "Please be sure to save my son..."

Tianmu nodded and stopped talking. He sacrificed a true breath, rushed to the sky, and sank deep into the lake.

At this time, it seemed that something attracted the ghosts. Suddenly, two or three of the ghosts bound over the lake suddenly entered the lake. However, the ghost's yin body did not even raise any ripples after entering the water, and only a sad howl came from the depths of the lake.

However, this wailing can only be recognized by the large and small monks nearby.

Yu Bing also witnessed all this by connecting with the seven magic spells. He wondered, "Qi Miao real people, is this some kind of spell to summon souls to bring Shen Wei's dead son back to life?"

The son of Marquis Shen has a very bad fate. His father got a son when he was 40 years old. Although he was well taken good care of, he was not like the dans of other princes' families in his life. At the earliest time, he was poisoned by Yu Bingqiao and used a magic method to relieve him. Previously, Qi Miao was a magic weapon to deceive the Shen family, and let that The lonely ghost caught the doll and made it suffer for several days for no reason. Today, somehow, when he heard Shen Wei say that the child's life seemed to be worried, or had died for many days, Qi Miao and Yu Bing couldn't help but feel a sigh.

The moment the wandering soul entered the water, there was a sharp howling. In addition to what these monks could hear, the ghosts tied to the lake were also aware of it. It was the most tragic wailing when the soul flew away. After the ghosts heard it, they couldn't help but **, and the sky over the Great Lake suddenly dispersed. .

Tianmu's eyes were not raised, and the dust was swept away. His fingertips pinched a rune paper. When he blew a little breath, the rune paper immediately burned. Tian Mu threw the rune paper into the large copper-cast bowl in front of him, which made a burst of soot swaying.

When Qimiao looked carefully, she saw that the basin was full of burning ashes. I don't know how many spells like this had been burned, but no one could get rid of the trembling voice of the wandering soul connected to the Qimiao magic and cried, "Xianchang... Xianchang, save me quickly, there is something wrong in the lake, and I'm going to be sucked in... ..."

At this time, Tianmu recited a spell again, and a huge suction was raised in the ghost group. The wandering soul could not resist. With a cry, it was being pulled by a huge force and rushed to the heart of the lake.

Yu Bing forgot a glance and saw him frown, but didn't say much.

"Help, help, immortal help!" The wandering soul wailed and kept calling to Qimiao in his consciousness. Yu Bing couldn't help saying, "Qimiao real person, the soul that entered the water in front of him has been destroyed. Do you want to save him..."

"It doesn't matter..." Qi Miao shook her head and said in a low voice to the wandering soul in her consciousness, "Don't be impatient. I will use my best to help you when you enter the water. It will be fine!"

The wandering soul screamed. Before he could talk about it, it turned into a blue light and was pulled into the water by the suction of the lake. At this time, there was no wind on the surface of the water. There was a ripple on the surface of the water, floating from the middle of the lake to the four sides in the distance. That day, Mu said to himself, "Is this actually the case?"

Hearing his words, a eager look immediately appeared in Lord Shen's eyes. He stared at the middle of the lake and dared not breathe.

Tianmu shouted in a low voice and raised his hand with three yellow runes. He stretched out his left hand. His arms were as white as jade, tender and moist. When he stopped for a moment, he bit his left index finger, which turned blood as a spell. While drawing a spell on the yellow paper, he said:

"Chasing the soul and leaving the soul, since I have obtained my law, the world is vast, at a glance of yin and yang, then read from me, quickly return to itself, as urgent as the law!"

As soon as this word came out, there was a roar. The three yellow paper spontaneously ignited without fire, and an unknown industry fire ignited the red blood, and unexpectedly emitted a strange, slightly red flame in the yellow. This flame reflected a pure and beautiful face like a real fairy on the moon, reflecting Shen Wei's nervousness, anxiety, and a little Greedy expression.

In the quiet lake, a clump of blisters suddenly emerged, and the blisters surged one after another on the four sides of the lake. The whole lake roared, and the ghosts on the lake cried in unison, as if lamenting the coming of their end.

That day, Mu stared and suddenly screamed. He threw three yellow runes in half of his hand into the air. The rune burned more vigorously in the wind, and turned into blood, wrapped in the ashes of Mars when it burned out, and hit the bound ghosts.

The group of ghosts, one by one, twisted and struggled. The monks on the lake platform looked up and saw that the bodies of ghosts in mid-air gradually turned thin in a scream, and a ghost force that maintained their soul body was slowly stripped away.

The ghost's power peeled away, which was tantamount to twitching people's veins and sucking its bone marrow. Among them, the pain can be imagined that the ghosts cried, the world changed tragically, the lantern hanging high beside them shook inexplicably, and the brightly lit candles swayed and extinguished one by one.

"It's not good!" When these wandering ghosts are struggling, the magic array is about to be broken by them in an instant!" One person after Tianmu reminded loudly.

"Come here!" Tianmu saw a group of ghosts coming together and shouting. The ghost power turned into an invisible haze and rushed around. The hundred and ten lanterns hanging high on the trees on both sides of the lake shook together, and half of them were extinguished. He shouted fiercely and pulled the person behind him to the front.

At this time, Tianmu's five fingers gathered together with a knife, and his true anger gathered. Suddenly, he saw an electric light flashing and inserted into the man's chest. The man screamed, his eyes were round, and his face was incredible.

"Lend your heart for me!" Tianmu's voice fell, and his hand quickly poked out. What he pinched on his fingers was a heart that was still beating strong and powerfully wrapped in bright red blood.