The scope of the Saint Child Star is very large. When the six first stars were formed together, naturally all the facilities were perfect.
Of course, the Tongtian Realm cannot create things out of the void. The formation of the six major towers is actually the ingestion of small stars that have been stored by the sect for a long time and sealed together with restrictions, which is an ingenious work of nature.
For example, behind Naling Lake, there is a rolling palace complex. There are all kinds of things. Originally, according to the status of "Beidou Holy Son", many guardians and servants were sent to the Holy Son Star.
The servants, and even the countless disciples of the Seven Meridians of the True Tradition, were all gearing up, praying with great excitement that it would be their turn to be with the Holy Son up close and receive this great opportunity.
However, Ye Wuque chose to refuse. He liked peace and quiet and did not need anyone to take care of him.
However, if senior brother and the others want to come, they can naturally come at any time. Ye Wuque has already given permission, as have Wu Wentian and several other chief disciples.
At this moment, Ye Wuque and Wu Wentian were walking side by side on a bright red fire-like path. The red ones were naturally not real flames, but maple leaves on the ground.
There are maple trees growing on both sides of the path. The maple leaves are scattered and dye the ground red. With the breeze blowing, it gives people a sense of tranquility and peace.
Soon, the two of them reached the end of the path, where there was an elegant house called...Fenglingxuan, and Fan Qinghui was sent into it.
Opening the door of Feng Lingxuan, Ye Wuque walked in and saw a bed in front of him, on which a stunning beauty in a white dress was sleeping.
"Alas, only the sleeping Junior Sister Fan is the same as the original Junior Sister Fan. When Junior Sister Fan appeared during the coronation ceremony, her posture was really too crazy."
Wu Wentian looked at the sleeping woman on the bed and spoke with emotion.
This stunningly beautiful woman is naturally Fan Qinghui. During the coronation ceremony, she was taken away by Ba Lao and placed there first. However, after learning that Fan Qinghui was soul enslaved, she was sent here after the birth of the Saint Child Star. After all, this
In this situation, the only one who can save Fan Qinghui is Ye Wuque.
"Senior Sister Fan became a soul slave and lost her own nature. The negative emotions in her heart were infinitely amplified. She obeyed her master's orders and was naturally extremely crazy."
Ye Wuque spoke lightly.
"I still have to trouble you, Junior Brother Ye. In fact, Junior Sister Fan has a very good personality. She has always been a gentle and generous person. In the eyes of the Seven Meridians disciples, she was the most popular."
Wu Wentian's tone was a little soft.
However, this has nothing to do with love, but more of a brother-sister relationship, just like Ye Wuque and Xian'er when they were at Murong's house.
Before the rise of Ye Wuque, Kaiyang and Yue Wuji, the only peerless human kings of the entire Beidou Dao Ji Sect generation were Wu Wentian and Fan Qinghui.
The two naturally had a very deep friendship, grew up together, practiced together, and even later entered the ninth level together.
Originally, in the eyes of the entire sect, they thought that Wu Wentian and Fan Qinghui would eventually get together. After all, the golden boy and the beautiful girl were such a perfect match. In fact, the two of them regarded each other as brother and sister in their hearts.
Therefore, when Fan Qinghui suddenly changed his mind and wanted to travel around the world on the way to the Star Territory Battlefield, Wu Wentian was still a little reluctant to let go. After all, they had been together day and night for a long time.
Ye Wuque didn't speak, but nodded slowly. He walked to Fan Qinghui's side. First he stretched out a finger and touched Fan Qinghui's wrist. A trace of holy battle energy poured into the opponent's body. This was to check.
Fan Qinghui’s injuries.
"I'm recovering well. I'm already 70 to 80 percent better. The injury won't be a hindrance."
Immediately, Ye Wuque walked behind Fan Qinghui's head, stretched out his right hand, and aimed it at the position of Fan Qinghui's Tianling Cap.
However, at this moment, Ye Wuque's bright eyes flashed with a hint of solemnity.
He was a little worried.
He couldn't be sure whether it was the power of the soul left by Emperor Luo Bei in Fan Qinghui's body that enslaved Fan Qinghui, or the real body of Emperor Luo Bei!
If it is the former, then there is no problem. After all, the power of the soul has been killed by the white jade beads left by Kong and no longer exists.
But if it's the latter...
That would be a bit difficult!
After all, Ye Wuque had personally experienced the terrifying Luo Bei Emperor. It could be said that without the white jade beads left by Kong, Ye Wuque didn't even want to imagine what he would be like now.
Buzz!
A perfect colorless halo suddenly appeared behind Ye Wuque's head, dancing and perfect, making Ye Wuque look like a great Buddhist figure, transforming the world and showing compassion.
The next moment, Ye Wuque gently closed his eyes, and the vast compassionate light suddenly poured into Fan Qinghui's soul space along his right hand!
Ye Wuque began a careful and meticulous investigation!
Instantly, the room became dead silent!
Wu Wentian was waiting by the side, but for some reason he suddenly felt a suffocating sense of majesty coming out of Ye Wuque's body. He seemed to be treating him seriously, and his face became solemn.
This immediately made Wu Wentian a little nervous!
Time passes little by little...
But it’s as long as a long night!
Until a certain moment, Ye Wuque suddenly opened his eyes, as if he breathed a sigh of relief!
"Fortunately, it is only the power of the soul that enslaves Senior Sister Fan, not the body of Emperor Luo Bei!"
After some careful inspection, Ye Wuque finally confirmed this.
Then the next thing is simple. The power of the soul has been removed. 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 Dangkong was unimaginable, and the method of erasing the power of the soul was too high-end, and seemed to be beyond the imaginable level. Therefore, Fan Qinghui did not die along with him, but fell into a deep sleep.
Buzz!
A colorless halo filled the space of Fan Qinghui's soul and went directly to the deepest part, her soul, at an extremely fast speed!
Ye Wuque had entered once before during the coronation ceremony, and now he was revisiting the old place.
At the end of the dim flame space, the previous dark golden altar still existed, but it was dimmed. When the vast loving light came here, it suddenly turned into a big colorful hand and slapped it hard!
Click!
Without the blessing of Luobei Emperor's divine soul, this dark golden altar had become extremely fragile. It was directly exploded and completely shattered in one blow!
Immediately, Fan Qinghui's soul space became bright again!
Under the gaze of Ye Wuque's mind, he saw a ghostly figure slowly floating up from the ruined altar. It was the soul of Fan Qinghui's own will.
But at this moment, this soul is floating, seemingly unable to reintegrate with the body, like a rootless duckweed.