"Spring flowers, come here."

"Why did the old man stop the soul-suming technique? Could it be..." The master's wife walked over with her voice, caring about Quan Fu, and burst into tears.

"It has not been effective when I used the second level of Soul Conjuring Art for more than two hours. The courage of the seven chakras has long been exhausted and I am extracting the soul power of the soul-calming in my destiny. My old bone has to use the last move and apply the third level of Soul Conjuring Art." Zhang Xiazi's empty eyes were facing his wife who had been with him for most of his life, gritting his teeth, and his face showed a rare sense of determination.

"The third level of soul-summoning technique is specially designed to summon evil spirits and evil spirits who are unjustly incarnated. It consumes the power of souls and has not been used for many years. Zhang Xiaoniu, you are exhausted at this time. Wouldn't you be worried about your life if you use it? If there is something wrong with me, how can you live alone?" The master's wife's face wrinkles and cried even louder in sorrow.

Zhang Xiaozi handed a piece of kraft paper, "Don't be sad in spring flowers, how about it? As Mr. Mao taught us, a person will die in the end, or heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than a feather. He died for his beloved disciples and disciples of the Caoshen Sect. It is considered to be a place to die. I am over 80 years old. I count my fingers. I have only six years left in my life. If I return to the west due to my exhaustion of soul power, the house land of the yin house has been clearly seen, and it is under the mountain behind Sanshui Town. The picture is clearly marked. The burial time has been written on this piece of paper. You only have to go to the coffin shop in the town.

Just buy a good cypress coffin. In addition, you must follow the government's funeral policy and pay a certain amount of money to the town's Civil Affairs Bureau to buy a corpse. Everything is arranged and I will start to apply the third level of soul-summoning technique." After saying that, I sat upright on the chair of the Grand Master, ignored the master's wife, and with the determination to fight to the death, gathered the ghost of the sky, and hit the soul to stabilize the soul, all the soul power of the underground soul, and his lips quickly squirmed and recited the last level of soul-summoning technique. In less than half a minute, his face was as white as paper, and his forehead was sweating.

The place where the soul cultivation was extremely dark. A pair of foot lamps on the Eight Immortals table flickered and darkened, implying that the two young lights of life were about to go out. Quan Fu and Lin Le were quietly lying on the table without moving, and their faces gradually dimmed, showing a grayish white like a dead person. The teacher's wife Chunhua dared not distract her husband, so she stopped crying and stood aside. She could only secretly pray that God would bless her husband and the two young people to get safe.

More than two hours passed, Hu Yiyue stood by the Eight Immortals table. The transmission of true power had reached its limit. Heat came out of his head, and his mind gradually blurred. After taking the pulse, Lin Le's pulse completely disappeared. When he touched his chest, he was cold and cold and had no difference with the real dead. In addition to shock, the extremely weak fat big body slipped softly and knew nothing.

"Chunhua, go and pinch Hu Meizhi's people." Zhang Xiaozi didn't look at the object, but his ears were very powerful. When he heard Hu Yiyue's falling to the ground, he realized that she fainted and had no worries about her life. Without the maintenance of her true power, the two young people increased a little more danger. They couldn't help but speed up the third level of soul-summoning technique. The output of soul power quickly reached its limit. Waves of spell magic power spread in all directions at a speed close to the speed of light, spreading towards the depths of the underworld through the sun world.

At this time, Chunhua held back her tears, walked over silently to help Hu Yiyue up, and tried to see that her heartbeat and breathing were normal, so she hurriedly pinched her.

Blind Zhang did not dare to distract himself. He recited the spell over and over again. After more than ten minutes, the courage of the seven chakras had already been exhausted. The ghost in the sky was destined to settle the soul. The soul power of the wandering souls under his feet was still no more than 300%, but he still had no news of any soul reflected from the underworld. With his many years of experience in soul mastering, he knew that his life lamp was about to burn out. However, for the sake of his beloved disciple and Lin Le, he refused to give up even if he had the last soul power left.

At the critical moment, the wooden door of the soul cultivation place creaked open, and a mysterious woman in black and a man in a cassock quietly entered without any invitation, which surprised Chunhua.

The footsteps were very light, but Blind Zhang could hear them clearly. He knew that the two of them had extremely high cultivation. If they were strong enemies, the consequences would be unimaginable. However, at the critical moment of life and death, he did not dare to stop the soul-summoning technique, so he had to let the heaven go.

The woman in black shook her figure and in a blink of an eye came to Zhang's back. Her palm tightly pressed against his vest. A surge of power was like a surging wave, not resistant or repulsive, and was continuously input into his deficient soul.

With his rich experience in the sect, Zhang Xiaozi quickly recognized that this was the unique magic power of the Shu Taoist nuns. He had no hatred or connection with this sect for many years. Why should he help each other in the face of danger? He was replenished in time. The seven chakras quickly revolved, and the soul power of the three souls in the upper, middle and lower was restored to 60% to 70%. Not only did he eliminate his life worries, but he also increased the magic power of the Soul Conjuring Art. He had no time to think about it carefully, gather his mind, and continue to recite the mantra silently. The more powerful wave of magic power penetrated into the depths of the underworld.

The person who came was none other than Shu Taoist nun sect and the evil monk Huilu.

Next to the Eight Immortals Table, Huilu, with her primary divine power, found out that Hu Yiyue had exhausted his true power and was unconscious in order to maintain the vital signs of the two people on the table. She was very important to save people. The Buddhist qi and the Zhenwu Sect's true power were just right in line with their paths, and they were not in conflict with each other and could not care about more. She flipped her fat body, with her palm facing her back, and the Buddhist qi was continuously input into her limbs and bones. When she touched a warm body, she felt a romantic feeling. The Buddhist qi was unconsciously upright, but she did not dare to distract herself. She quickly emptied her distracting thoughts and continued to input until her waist twisted slightly and slowly woke up.

"Thank you." Hu Yiyue's face returned to his former blood color, and a pair of pure natural dimples appeared with a light smile. Seeing that it was a strange monk who had saved him, he didn't have time to ask, "Stay keep keeping the lives of the two people on the table."

"Amitabha, good, good, girl, don't thank you," Huilu felt aroused when she saw the other party's sweet smile. The Buddhist love was even higher, and she clasped her hands and agreed happily, "Okay, I will immediately input Buddhist energy into them." As she said that, she pressed one hand against one person's vest and continued to maintain their qi flow.

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In the depths of the underworld, Quan Fu lost his sense of direction, leading Lin Le to circling back and forth in the gray hell void, and never saw the pleasing royal blue at the junction of yin and yang. With the continuous loss of time, the hope of returning to the mortal world is becoming increasingly slim. "Ah, can you fly in the wrong direction? It's getting farther and farther away from Sanshui Town. Master's soul power wave cannot reach it and cannot lead us. If this is true, you can only wander aimlessly in the underworld, abandoning the body of the mortal world, and hoping to devote yourself to a good family in the next life." In despair, you would never have thought that at this moment, Master's soul cultivation place was playing a good show of life and death reversal.
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