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It is also a coincidence that South XIV and Qinglan were chosen to call the soul today.

Nan Xie and others were trapped in the summer palace.

At first, he was also thinking hard, not knowing how to crack those lines.

Just last night, the South Fourteenth was a dream, in the dream, the Buddha light shines, thinking that the Buddha Buddha, suddenly entered the dream of the South Fourteen.

In the dream, the Buddha told the Southern Fourteenth Period of the Sutra.

"The bell must also be tied to the bell. Whoever starts with the streak will die because of who. It is only Xiahou Yi who can resolve the disaster in the summer."

In the words of the Buddha, the words awakened the South XIV.

After he woke up, he transcribed the call of the soul.

The Southern Fourteen enlightened a lot and began to sing the soul.

The scriptures worked, and under the influence of them, the lights of the condensing lights became brighter and brighter.

What makes South 14 puzzled is that although the light of the condensing lamp is getting brighter, the soul of Xiahou's scorpion has not strengthened, and he has not recovered.

Nan XIV was trying to understand, but at this time, he heard a sigh of relief at the entrance of the palace. This is known to the South 14th. It is a ghost of the Qing Dynasty.

The Qing dynasty is also using the sacred souls at the same time. Under the influence of these two forces, it is no wonder that Xiahou can't wake up.

"The old monk, it turned out that you are doing something strange, it is no wonder that the soul of Xiahou Yu has not appeared."

The same is true for the young.

According to the black fog, the ordinary souls will soon appear.

Qing Yan wanted to capture Xia Houzhen as he appeared.

The soul can be sung for a moment, and the soul of Xiahou's soul does not even appear.

"The evil is invincible. Before the old Dharma, you can't think of taking away the soul of Xiahou."

The positive color of the face of the South 14th, his hands together, not much to say, sitting cross-legged, a gold plaque in his hand.

The old monk had a word in his mouth, and the golden glory was shining with a piece of Buddha light shining on it.

When Qingyi saw the Buddha light, he could not help but step back.

"Don't think that only you have the law to call the soul, I would like to see, Xia Houzhen will fall into the hands of whoever."

The green scorpion is also not to be outdone, she is around, the black sorrow of the circle is abruptly bright.

Several Tianmen disciples accidentally caught up with the wildfire, and suddenly the flames were raging and screaming, and soon they flew away.

In the face of such a situation, Song Guanshi was also scared and pale, and did not dare to shake.

Outside the gate of the Summer Palace, there is a melody, a Buddhist scripture, and the two forces of righteousness and evil will not give up.

"It turns out that both of them want to **** out the soul of Xiahou, but they don't know who, Xiahou's soul is in my hands."

Ye Lingyue saw a clear distinction in the dark, and he thought to himself.

Unlike the Qing dynasty who wants to force the spirit of Xia Di to be called, the Southern XIV summons the soul of Xia Di to wake it up.

Ye Lingyue God read a move and looked at Jiuzhou Ding.

In Ding, the soul of Xiahou Yu floated again.

The two forces of the Buddhist scriptures and the hustle and bustle make Xiahou Yi as if they are in the depths of the heat.

"Master, Xia Houzhen can't hold it for a long time. If he goes on like this, his life will be torn apart. At that time, the gods will be saved."

Ding Ling worried.

It felt that the white trip could not help Xiahou.

"There must be an idea to ease this situation."

Ye Lingyue looks at the green dragonfly, then look at the South XIV.

The two people's stalemate at this time has also entered a white-hot situation.

Whether it is a melody or a call to the soul, it is not an ordinary practice, it takes a lot of effort.

The cultivation of the fourteen-year-old monk is better than that of the Qing Dynasty. It didn't take long for the young monk to become a decadent trend.

The sweat of the beans continued to fall from the face that was originally pale.

It took more than half of the power, but Xiahou's soul didn't even see a ghost, and the anger of Qing's heart could be imagined.

At this time, the black ghosts in the green body suddenly became a short, and the momentum of the wildfire had already lost a lot.

"Old monk, don't be proud. You will never lose to the soul of the soul."

The young man slowly got up and saw his hand open.

The hand of the green carp is well maintained, and the white jade is innocent. At this time, the hand is suddenly green.

Those wildfires rushed into the ground.

Underground, a terrible ghost crying wolf.

The voice fell in the ear of the person, and people couldn't help but numb the scalp, which was very uncomfortable.

A glimpse of the soul, came out from the ground.

When they saw those souls, the face of Nan XIV sank.

Ye Lingyue in the dark is also amazed.

Unexpectedly, as a corpse of the corpse, there is such a good ability.

At the time of the founding of the Great Summer, the Summer Palace was built here, and the land of the court was always a place of restlessness.

Gongdou, coup, every year countless people died in the palace, not known.

After these people died, they didn't even have a place to bury them. They buried their bones in the underground of the Summer Palace. After a long time, they became souls.

As a savage corpse, today's Qing dynasty has suddenly rushed out all the dramas.

These sorrows stood around the South XIV and roared at them.

The suffocating scent of the soul of the soul erodes the Buddha power of the South Fourteenth Body, and the power of the Buddha in the South Fourteenth is greatly reduced.

The face of the young man showed a creepy smile.

"The old monk, you chanting one by one, I don't know how much it is."

Qing Yan said, sing in the mouth.

As soon as the glory came out, thousands of souls also made a faint humming sound.

Originally, the power of the Ming Dynasty is not small. At this moment, it is turned into a singer for the masses, and the power is multiplied.

At this time, the melody is no longer an ordinary sacred song, but a terrible mental attack.

The attack formed by thousands of ghosts is so fascinating and scary.

Among the disciples of Tianmen, they were slightly worse, and they heard thousands of ghosts roaring, scared their blood and sorrow, and they died on the spot.

The golden cymbals in the hands of the fourteen-year-old monks are getting tighter and tighter.

The light on the golden plaque also became extremely unstable, and the sutras in his mouth were also intermittent.

Under the influence of the hustle and bustle, above the Xia Du, the sky gradually gloomy and down, as if there were invisible dark clouds, swallowing the sky, so that the world has no color.

Even Ye Lingyue, in the dark, was shocked by the scene of the roaring of the ghosts when he saw this scene.

Earlier, Ye Lingyue thought that the teaching of Nan Wushan should be more than enough for the Qing Dynasty.

I did not expect that Qinglan actually understood such a powerful method of calling the soul.

It's just that the ghosts are roaring, and the means of greening even exceeds Ye Lingyue's righteous father's sun.

"Let's go on like this, the old monk of Nan Wushan is afraid that it can't support it."

Ye Lingyue blinked and was already crumbling, and it was difficult to support the South XIV. The brows became wrinkled and tightened.