Chapter 4295: failure? success?

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Just as Ye Lingyue looked around for four weeks, the war on the side had already ignited a symbol of the birth of the emperor.
"You recite the scriptures, no matter what sound you hear, you don't need to panic."
The face of the war is dignified.
I saw him in his hand, holding the brass bell in his right hand and burning the left hand.
On the desk, a scented incense burner, three cigarettes in the incense burner, red fire, bright and dark on the incense.
Ye Lingyue sat on the futon next to the gull in accordance with the instructions of the war.
In the hands of the war, the bells stepped out of the footsteps, and the mouth sang a spell that Ye Lingyue could not understand.
Ye Lingyue only took a moment to regain his attention.
The purpose of her coming tonight is not just to see how the war is summoned.
The purpose of her coming is to find out where the soul of the emperor is.
Earlier, she and Zhu Nianyu and others looked for a circle in the city, and did not find the soul of the emperor.
There are only two reasons for this. One is that the soul of the Emperor Shiga is not in the outer city and the middle city. It is very likely that the emperor is killed in the emperor's house. His soul is still in the emperor's house. This is why Ye Lingyue mixes in. The reason for the emperor's house.
As for another reason, the soul of the Emperor Shiga is the same as that of the Central Committee. It is imprisoned by the special curse method. The cursing people are in the emperor's house in all likelihood.
Ye Lingyue suspected that the man was a black elder who had complained with himself earlier.
No matter which reason, entering the imperial palace is the only solution.
In Ye Lingyue's sleeve, a call to the soul is also eager to try.
She only waited for the post-mortem of the singer to see if she could summon the soul of the emperor. If she couldn't, she would use the sorcerer's charm.
At this time, the battle was a big drink.
But seeing the plaque in his hand, it was like a foot, and the sound of "嗖" flew out.
The Zhang Fu, accurate, fell in the ebony hall.
Inside, there is the clothes before the emperor's release.
The symbol quickly burned up, the fire ignited the set of clothes, and it quickly burned up, and soon the whole coffin turned into a sea of ​​fire.
The fire is getting stronger and stronger, the battle is full of color and dignified, and the look is solemnly staring at the coffin.
As if the next moment, the emperor's saga will jump out of the coffin.
However, in the coffin, there is nothing more than the fire.
In the eyes of the war, the color of the wings is also a lot faster.
"Sure enough, it still won't work."
The war sighed.
I don't know if he is not enough, or it is other. There is no fluctuation in the soul around him.
The technique of calling the soul is still a failure.
When the battle was over, it was like defeating the cock. The copper bell in the hand was weak and placed on the desk.
The soul of the Emperor Shiga did not appear, meaning that he would never be able to get rid of the woman of Emperor.
"Three lords?"
Aside, Ye Lingyue suddenly asked.
"Failed, no souls are called."
Zhan Teng also thought that Ye Lingyue was asking whether the technique of calling the soul was successful. He was disheartened, and the answer was also weak. The whole person looked like he was three or four years old.
"Three lords, it seems a bit wrong."
Ye Lingyue was alert and looked around.
Although the surrounding area is still empty, Ye Lingyue feels that the cold feeling of entering the courtyard earlier is more and more obvious.
In the air, there seems to be any fluctuations that are constantly concentrated towards this side.
Listening to Ye Lingyue said that the war is also a bit strange.
He looked around and couldn't have anything other than the dark night.
jingle--
Just as the battle was strange, the bell on the desk suddenly rang.
The war was shocked, and the look on his face turned from joy to joy.
The bell is a summoning bell, a witch that is specially created for the spirit of the soul.
Only when the soul appears, the bell will ring.
Earlier, the battle was thought to have failed. It was because the bell did not sound automatically without shaking, but who knows, the bell will sing.
This means that the soul of the Emperor Shiga has appeared!
When the eye of the war was bright, he couldn’t help but ask.
"Suga, is that you?"
In Ye Lingyue’s sleeve, holding the hand of the symbol, he couldn’t help but tighten again.
A feeling of creepy hair, born spontaneously.
This feeling is very wrong.
After a ringing of the bell, no one answered the question of the war.
The second ring is answered by the second ring... Then the third ringing, one after another, the ringtone has become denser from the earliest short.
With one click, the scalp was numb and trembled.
"Not the soul of the emperor."
Ye Lingyue jumped up, and her mental strength has spread like a tide.
She did not feel the power fluctuations of the emperor, she felt a fierce, resentful mood.
She looked at it and her eyes bounced.
What she saw, a glimpse of the soul, floated from all sides of the courtyard.
These souls are all evil spirits with red eyes. They spit long tongues, white faces, staring at Ye Lingyue and war.
Among them, there is no war of turmoil.
This is some evil spirits!
"What are these ghosts?"
The power of those evil spirits is not weak, and they are concentrated together, forming a strong resentment.
At this time, ZTE has been able to see them clearly.
Hundreds of ghosts swallowed, and he was most worried about the situation that had occurred.
His technique of calling the soul failed to summon the soul of the emperor, but unfortunately called out so many evil spirits.
War Teng only felt that his knees were weak. He subconsciously wanted to escape. With his cultivation, in front of so many evil spirits, once the evil spirits swarmed up, he did not even have the chance to escape.
The evil spirits have not been surrounded, he must escape and flee immediately.
In the war, he thought that the subconscious would have to take the road and flee, but at this time, he found that he could not move at his feet.
He looked down and was so scared that he was so mad.
At his feet, there were a few pickpockets, and his ankles were caught.
He didn't even know when these pickpockets appeared.
"Come on!"
The war screamed.
But his voice is just echoing in the courtyard.
This courtyard seems to be an island all at once, and the sound can't be transmitted.
"It’s useless, this courtyard has been banned."
Compared with the panic of the war, Ye Lingyue looks much more calm.
"What are you talking about? Who is it... Is it the Emperor!"
The battle is like a gray, his feet are imprisoned, not far away, the evil spirits are approaching him step by step, he can already predict that the evil spirits surround themselves, will open their own skin, tear it into pieces .
"Stupid, at this time, even your own enemies can't tell. The person who wants to kill you is nine nights."
Ye Lingyue snorted, but suddenly sat cross-legged.