Of course, the Heavenly Transcendent Realm cannot create anything in the void. The condensing of the six major heads is actually the ingestion of small stars that have been stored long ago by the sects, and they will be sealed together with each other, which is ingenious.
For example, behind the Linghu Lake, there is an undulating palace complex. There are all kinds of palaces. Originally, according to the status of "Beidou Saint Child", the Saint Child Star will be sent many guardians and subordinates. Those who served, and even countless disciples from the Seven Meridians were all gearing up, praying with excitement that it would be their turn to get along with the Son at close range and get this great opportunity.
But Ye Wuque chose to refuse. He liked being quiet and didn't need anyone to wait on him.
However, if they want to come, like a big brother, they can come at any time, Ye Wuque has already given permission, and the same is true for Wu Wentian and other chief disciples.
At this moment, Ye Wuque and Wu Wentian were walking side by side on a bright red trail. The red is naturally not a real flame, but a maple leaf.
Maple trees grew on both sides of the trail. The maple leaves were scattered and stained the ground. With the breeze blowing, they gave people a peaceful and far-reaching atmosphere.
Soon, the two of them came to the end of this trail, and there was an elegant house called...Feng Ling Xuan, and Fan Qinghui was sent into it.
Opening the door of Feng Lingxuan, Ye Wuque walked in, with a bed in front of him, and at the moment there was a beautiful woman in a white dress sleeping on it.
"Oh, only the sleeping sister Vatican is the same as the original sister Vatican. When she appeared at the coronation ceremony before, that attitude was too crazy."
Wu Wentian looked at the sleeping woman on the bed and spoke with emotion.
This stunning woman was naturally Fan Qinghui. She was taken away by Balao during the coronation ceremony and placed first. However, after knowing that Fan Qinghui was enslaved by the soul, she was sent here after the birth of the Saint Child Star. In this case, only Ye Wuque could save Fan Qinghui.
"Senior Sister Fan became a slave to the soul and lost her own nature. The negative emotions in her heart were infinitely magnified, and she obeyed her master's orders and she was naturally extremely crazy."
Ye Wuque spoke lightly.
"I'm still going to trouble you Junior Brother Ye. In fact, Junior Sister Fan has a very good personality. She has always been a gentle, gentle and generous person. In the eyes of the disciples of Zhen Chuan Qimai, her popularity was the highest."
Wu Wentian's tone was gentle.
However, this has nothing to do with love, it is more of a brother-sister relationship, just like Ye Wuque and Xian'er when they were at Murong's house.
Before the line of Ye Wuque and Kaiyang and the rise of Yue Wuji, the only kings of the entire Beidou Dao Jizong generation were Wu Wentian and Fan Qinghui.
The two naturally have a deep friendship, growing up together, practicing together, and even later entering the ninth realm together.
Originally, in the eyes of the whole sect, Wu Wentian and Fan Qinghui would eventually come together. After all, the golden boy and jade girl are so good-matched, but in fact, they both treat each other as brothers and sisters in their hearts.
Therefore, when Fan Qinghui suddenly changed his mind on the way to the Starfield Battlefield and wanted to travel around the world, Wu Wentian was still a little bit reluctant. After all, they got along for a long time.
Ye Wuque didn’t speak, but slowly nodded. He walked to Fan Qinghui’s side, first put a finger on Fan Qinghui’s wrist, and a trace of sage war energy poured into the opponent’s body. Fan Qinghui's injury.
"It's well recovered, 70% to 80% better, the injury will not be an obstacle."
Immediately, Ye Wuque walked to the back of Fan Qinghui's head, sticking out his right hand, and volleyed at the position of Fan Qinghui's Sky Spirit Cover.
However, a trace of solemnity flashed through Ye Wuque's bright eyes at this moment.
He was worried.
He couldn't determine whether it was the divine power that Luo Bei Emperor left in Fan Qinghui's body that enslaved Fan Qinghui, or Luo Bei Emperor's body!
Just like the former, there is no problem naturally. After all, the power of the soul has been killed by the white jade beads left by Kong and no longer exists.
But like the latter...
That would be difficult!
After all, the terrible Ye Wuque of the Northern Emperor Luo was personally experienced. It can be said that if there were no white jade beads left, Ye Wuque didn't even want to imagine what he would look like now.
Hum!
A complete colorless halo suddenly appeared behind Ye Wuque's head, leaping and perfecting, making Ye Wuque look like a Buddhist great virtue, transcending the world with compassion.
In the next instant, Ye Wuque closed his eyes lightly, and the vast and dignified light immediately poured into Fan Qinghui's soul space along his right hand!
Ye Wuque started a careful and meticulous investigation!
In an instant, the room became dead silent!
Wu Wentian was waiting by the side, but for some reason he suddenly felt a suffocation-like majestic feeling from Ye Wuque's body. He seemed to be waiting seriously, his face became solemn.
Suddenly Wu Wentian also became a little nervous!
Time passes bit by bit...
But as long as a long night!
Until a certain moment, Ye Wuque suddenly opened his eyes, as if he was relieved!
"Fortunately, it is only the power of the soul that enslaves Senior Sister Fan, not the body of Luo Beihuang!"
After careful inspection, Ye Wuque finally confirmed this.
Then the next thing is simple, the power of the soul has been eliminated, in fact, according to the relationship between the soul slave and the master, once the master dies, the soul slave will inevitably perish.
The power of Pangkong is unimaginable, and the technique of erasing the power of the soul is too high-end, and it seems to be beyond the imaginable level. Therefore, Fan Qinghui did not perish with the same incident, but fell into a deep sleep.
Hum!
The colorless halo filled Fan Qinghui's divine soul space, and went directly to the deepest place, which was in her soul, at an extremely fast speed!
Before the coronation ceremony, Ye Wuque had entered once, and now he is visiting again.
At the end of the dim flame space, the previous dark golden altar still existed, but it was already dimmed, the vast merciful light came here, and suddenly turned into a colorful hand and slapped it fiercely!
Click!
Without the blessing of the power of the Luobei Emperor's soul, this dark golden altar was already extremely fragile, and it was directly exploded in a single blow, completely shattered!
Immediately, Fan Qinghui's soul space became bright again!
Under Ye Wuque's mindful gaze, he saw a ghostly figure floating slowly from the ruined altar. It was the soul of Fan Qinghui's self-will.
But at this moment, the soul is floating, seemingly unable to reintegrate with the body, like a rootless duckweed.
