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Ye Lingyue is not really worried about the life and death of the South XIV. She did not have much affection for the Buddha.

However, if the South Fourteenth loses, then the Qing Dynasty's call for the soul will be a one-sided situation.

Compared with the condensed soul of the sacred soul, the sorrowful soul will make the Xiahou scorpion fly, and Ye Lingyue is more willing to have the upper hand.

Just as Ye Lingyue was worried about the South XIV, the emptiness of the candlelight suddenly screamed.

"How can this song be familiar?"

"Hey, grandfather, do you recognize this song?"

When Ye Lingyue heard it, he quickly asked.

The strength of Qinglan, Ye Lingyue has been very clear.

Unexpectedly, she killed a carbine this time, the strength is better than earlier, Ye Lingyue is also very skeptical, there are other forces behind her support.

"It seems that I have heard it, but I can't remember it for a while."

The candlelight is helpless.

It has lived for more than a million years, and may have heard of this melody somewhere, but it is there, and it can't be remembered for a while.

Ye Lingyue turned a blind eye, this candlelight, when it was a critical moment, it was really useless.

"Hey, you let me think about it, but I can be sure that this song is not a song of ninety-nine, it should be from thirty-three days."

The candlelight recalled.

From thirty-three days?

Ye Lingyue was shocked.

It's no wonder that the call of the Qing dynasty's soul is from thirty-three days.

The gap between the thirty-three days and the ninety-nine places, Ye Lingyue had already been taught before he faced the evil spirits.

At that time, if there was a presence of Zitang, I was afraid that Ye Lingyue might not be able to force the evil emperor.

"The old vulture has lost, hoe, you still think of it, first hide the soul of your dragon in your hand."

The candlelight still can't remember where I heard this song, but it is a good reminder to Ye Lingyue, first to transfer the soul of Xiahou.

The curse of one person has become a roar of sorrows, and its lethality has increased greatly. When the old monk loses, Xiahou's life will certainly not be guaranteed.

"Even Jiuzhou Dingdu can't protect Xiahou's soul, and there is still something in his soul to hide."

Ye Lingyue is not.

"Your Hongmeng is not the best place to hide, even if it is a melody, you can't enter Hongmengtian."

The candlelight did not alert me.

Ye Lingyue listened, a spirit.

How did she forget this embarrassment, Hong Mengtian is comparable to the world, Xia Houyi's soul is inside, must be able to feel the roar of ghosts.

Ye Lingyue no longer hesitates, God is moving, and people have entered Hongmengtian.

In Hongmeng, the aura is abundant, and the scenery is beautiful.

The four heads and the green scorpions that fight you and die, what the Buddhist scriptures do, have no effect on this.

Ye Lingyue raised his heart and Jiuzhou Ding released the soul of Xiahou Yu.

"here is?"

Xia Houzhen came to Hongmeng Tianhou, and felt a refreshing sigh of relief. The situation of the earlier unsettled souls disappeared.

"Here is called Hong Mengtian, you can avoid it now, wait for me to clean up the green, and then let you go."

Ye Lingyue said that he wanted to leave.

"Ming Yue, you are careful."

Xia Houyi looked at Ye Lingyue deeply.

Ye Lingyue smiled at him with a smile, and God thought that the person had left.

Xiahou looked at Ye Lingyue, who still had no trace, and muttered.

"I owe you, I am afraid that this life can't be repaid."

Just as Ye Lingyue entered Hong Mengtian's martial arts, the battle between Nan XIV and Xia Houzhen has also entered a fever.

The power of the roaring roar is very amazing. The wildfires of the green scorpion are once again gathered together, and the ghosts are screaming in the south for four weeks.

"Qing Shizhu, turning back is the shore. You call out so many ghosts, it is difficult to control. Once the soul is out of control, it will affect the entire Xiadu people."

South XIV is still struggling to support, but the golden scorpion in his hand, the light dim, his eyebrows and beards, have also been wet by sweat.

"The summer and the people live and die with me, let alone the summer capital, that is, the people of Beiqing."

The eyes of the green eyes are full of cold colors.

Beiqing is right in her home country, but when she was detained in the cold palace, she hoped that Beiqing could come forward and help her to regain her favor. What did Beiqing do?

did nothing!

She was a princess, and she finally died in the summer palace.

She hated this huge summer palace and hated the people of Daxia. I wish they all died.

"Cousin, how can you say that. You are the Princess of Beiqing?"

The Qingzong Lord on the side has already been scared and whitened by this scene.

"Shut up, you are an idiot, Beiqing has already died. After my mother retired, Beiqing was already finished. The dark collar can bring us back again."

The Qing dynasty stunned the Qing dynasty.

"If you are stubborn, then you will be ruthless."

In the hands of the South Fourteenth, the mouth of the golden volley was volleyed, and the golden cymbal was in midair and turned over.

However, I saw the golden bottom, a golden light, and a "" word appeared.

"That is?!"

When Qing Lan saw the Sanskrit in Loudi, it was also a glimpse.

"The Dharma is boundless, my Buddha is compassionate, and the Buddha is shining."

This golden dragonfly in the hands of the South 14th is not an ordinary artifact, but a Buddha.

It is a Buddha that was passed down from the Buddha. In the human world, these Buddhas are precious.

In the dark, Ye Lingyue's body flashed and returned to the summer palace.

She looked up and saw that the South 14th Festival had a golden dragonfly. The golden dragonfly was like a small sun hanging outside the summer palace.

"The old monk is actually a Buddha. Just..."

Ye Lingyue met with the Buddha Golden Jubilee, and there was not much joy.

The Buddha is very precious for Nan Wushan.

However, Ye Lingyue, who once owned the Buddha's relic, is no different.

In particular, in Ye Lingyue's view, this Buddha of the South XIV has some problems.

Ye Lingyue's brain, the movement of the gods.

The information about the Buddha is clearly in the brain of Ye Lingyue.

"The town of konjac, one of the basic Buddhas left by the ancients, was once a Buddha's ruined golden urn. There is a golden plaque under the golden plaque. The stronger the Buddha, the stronger the scorpion. This golden plaque passed three thousand six hundred For many years, the above essays have been vague, and in addition to resisting thousands of ghosts earlier, the Buddha power on the essays has been greatly reduced, and the scorpion will be destroyed."

The golden dragonfly will be destroyed!

The words in Ye Lingyue's brain just passed by.

I heard a mid-air and a muffled sound.

After Ye Lingyue and Nan Xie heard the sound of the sound, their hearts were all sinking.

The golden Buddha of the Buddha's mouth, the body of the Buddha, gave birth to a crack. I only heard a bang, and the golden cymbal was in midair, and it was broken into several petals.