This Feng Yu talks nonsense every time he opens his mouth.
Over the years, I have relied on my vows to survive to this day and become the number one person in the lower world.
"Don't laugh." Feng Ming raised three fingers and said seriously, "I, Feng Ming, hereby make a great oath to the demons in my heart. I have never..."
However, before she could finish speaking, there was a sudden "boom" and a thunder suddenly descended on Feng Mar's head.
Feng Yin was so frightened that even the hair on her head stood up.
Although what Feng Marri brought was a divine soul, it stands to reason that hair and other things are all things transformed by the power of the soul.
However, the transformed thing was also turned upside down by the electricity.
Feng Yu suddenly realized that the other party could flatten and round her soul at will.
This is not a good thing.
The other party was far more powerful than any monster she had come into contact with before.
"Answer me well and I won't embarrass you." An Qingli said calmly, "If you deliberately lie and conceal something, I can arrest you once, but I can arrest you a second time."
Feng Marn became completely honest and did not dare to disobey.
An Qingli said: "Come closer and take a closer look to see if there are any other souls."
"yes."
Feng Ming is very well-behaved and behaves like a simple girl who is not experienced in the world.
The natural yin and yang eyes flashed a few times, but no clues could be seen.
But there is an inexplicable coercion, as if Feng Yu can't leave this place unless she makes a name for herself today.
Feng Mar almost put his eyes on An Baichang, and it took him a while to explore.
An Baichang was lying in the coffin, feeling very uncomfortable being looked at by Feng Mar.
Feng Yin pushed him and said, "Get up and walk around, let me see your back."
An Baichang said with a "hehe" smile: "I'm afraid that if I get up, your little girl will be frightened."
"Little girl?" Feng Maru touched her face with her hands, still very satisfied with her delicate skin of seventeen or eighteen years old.
An Qingli said: "Get up and let her take a closer look."
The old An Baichang slowly sat up from the coffin, hanging straight in the air as if he had ascended to heaven.
The picture should be weird and scary.
But for Feng Mar and An Qingli, it was just a small scene.
Feng Marn circled the suspended An Baichang, turning around and around, and even used talismans to make the soul appear more clearly.
Suddenly, Feng Yin yelled and said in surprise: "I can see it! There is a strange soul, the size of a sesame seed, and it is still hiding!"
"Hide, where to hide?" An Baichang asked hurriedly.
Feng Yu said: "Hide in your heavenly spirit cover."
An Qingli said: "Is there any way to remove it?"
Feng Yu said: "I only have a lot of soul power, but I don't have that ability. I'll tell you... I'm serious."
An Qingli asked: "What does that alien soul look like? Can you confirm that there is only one?"
Feng Yu said: "I've only seen one so far. I don't know if it has children. It's a small ball that looks like a crab and is symbiotic with the human soul. How can it be so easy to remove?"
"Symbiosis?"
An Qingli pondered, this kind of symbiosis would harm the people living in the symbiosis, so it could not be considered a mutually beneficial symbiosis. It would be more appropriate to call it parasitism.
However, the root cause of the disease has been found.
A little thing formed a parasitic relationship with An Baichang without his knowledge.
An Qingli saw a lot.
I wonder if that little thing will continue to look for people to parasitize him if one day he defeats An Baichang.
After several big guys learned about the situation, they continued to sit around and discuss the next step.
As for An Baichang, he was more strictly controlled and could not move around at will.
Feng Mar's imprisoned spirit was returned to the lower world. An Qingli specifically told her to practice hard and be ready to be imprisoned for use at any time.
"Ancestor, you are finally awake!"
As soon as Feng Ying opened her eyes, the head of the Huayan Sect, together with several big men in the sect, surrounded Feng Ying.
"Um?"
Feng Ming was puzzled. Why were these people crying and laughing?
Moreover, she remembered that before she fell asleep, she was in her own ghost castle cave, so why did she suddenly return to the sect.
Especially the sect leader, who smiled as if he was crying in mourning, so ugly.
"How long have I been asleep?" Feng Yin asked, squeezing her cold hands. Fortunately, her hands and feet were still healthy and she was back intact.
The sect leader cried and laughed: "Three...months."
In the past three months, the soul lantern has been normal, but people can't wake up, making the entire sect miserable.
However, the old ancestor Xun Ping has long ignored world affairs and no one knows where he has gone.
Ascension does not require sufficient resources. Some people's upper limit may be the Mahayana realm, while some people's upper limit may only be the Nascent Soul realm.
Ancestor Xun Ping went out to look for opportunities to increase the upper limit, but he didn't know if he would be able to do so.
If the Huayan Sect loses its ancestor Feng Yin at this time, the uphill road of thousands of years will have to go down again.
Therefore, Feng Marn must not suffer any losses.
"Three months, so long?" Feng Qin said with surprise. The dream she had just now was quite short, and it felt like it was less than a cup of tea.
"Old Ancestor, I don't know who is plotting to harm you!" Several people in the Tribulation Realm in the sect were filled with indignation. "Is it the Ghost Sect in the north, the Tianyun Sect in the south who is afraid, or the Xianyu Sect secretly causing trouble?"
Feng Marn was still trying to recall the details of the dream, rubbing her white and tender skin.
"I'm afraid it's not the Southern Tianyun Sect!" Someone said bitterly, "In that sect, the old man retired and did not know whether to live or die. Sui Zhen was promoted, and only Ji Yanjin was the leader. Could it be that he was afraid of our Huayan Sect, so
That’s why you came up with some evil tricks to harm my ancestor Feng Yin!”
"That makes sense!" Someone agreed, obviously still remembering the great hatred of the Tianyun Sect that caused the fall of the Huayan Sect.
"Sect Master, why don't you return the favor to Tianyun Sect?" Someone suggested.
"Return?" Feng Marry suddenly came out of his reverie and kicked the talkative man out of the room.
Everyone present saw Feng Marri suddenly getting angry and did not dare to speak out.
"Deliberately fanning the flames and stirring up trouble, I'm afraid you are not a spy." Feng Ming stared at the man and asked the sect master to take him down and use various methods to interrogate him.
Sure enough, there are still people in the Tribulation Realm who have been bewitched by the Northern Ghost Sect.
The leader of the Huayan Sect is breaking out in a cold sweat. The newly rising Northern Ghost Sect is causing trouble behind the scenes again. How can we achieve peace in the Bianlan world?
As for dealing with Tianyun Sect, it is definitely not possible. Tianyun Sect has a strong foundation, so how can we dare to attack it easily.
The Huayan Sect cannot be defeated twice in a row by the Tianyun Sect.
"Yes, how can we achieve peace?"
Feng Marn looked like she was seventeen or eighteen years old, but there was a hint of lamentation in her eyes.
An Qingli has been an immortal for two thousand years and is at ease in the upper world, but she is still trapped in the lower world with a lot of troubles.
But An Qingli may not live a happy life in the upper realm.
Maybe that old and ugly bark man is An Qingli himself.
In other words, An Qingli was in the upper world, encountered some disaster, and became wrinkled and ugly.