I secretly thought that since Mo Yuan's soul rested in the body of the eldest prince in Xihai, the aura of the eldest prince's body would always make me feel vaguely kind and familiar, and the description of his body must also be vague.
It's time to be tainted with a little bit of Mo Yuan's soul.
But when the Fuying Hall where the eldest prince Xihai lived was pushed away by two palace maids, I followed Lord Xihaii and walked in.
When I saw Dieyong, his hair half untied, lying on the couch in a daze, my heart was filled with excitement.
Gradually it sank.
The sickly young man lying on the bed had handsome features, but his demeanor was too soft, not even close to Mo Yuan's.
The overall aura that appears on the outside is also soft and soft, not at all broad and deep.
At first glance, it is as difficult for people to believe that he actually contains the soul of the God of War who once terrorized the world as it is to believe that a rooster can directly lay a fried poached egg.
I think Mo Yuan's soul was sleeping too deeply, and he didn't let Die Yong gain even a single moment of his calm and strong immortal energy.
Lord Xihaihai talked attentively for a long time, basically telling his son that the auspicious Immortal Lord standing in front of him was the leading disciple of Zheyan Shang Shen.
From now on, he will completely rely on this Immortal Lord to take care of his stubborn illnesses that have not healed for hundreds of years.
I hope he can carefully cooperate with this Immortal Lord with a grateful heart.
Well, "this immortal king" Kankan is referring to the god Bucai Xiaben.
Mr.
Xihaihai was really nagging, and Dieyong and I looked at each other wordlessly.
The little maid who was serving Dieyong moved an embroidered pillar and placed it in front of the bed for me to sit and diagnose Dieyong's pulse.
I put a trembling hand on the back of his wrist.
This pulse was neither weak nor real, neither slow nor flooded, neither floating nor sinking.
Just as Zheyan said, it was a very serious pulse.
Mr.
Xihaihai was very worried and hurriedly came over: "The child's illness" I forced a smile back at him: "Sui-kun, can you lead the people in the hall to stand outside the hall first?"
The purpose of sending away the idle people in the palace was to use the soul-chasing technique to detect Mo Yuan's soul.
The Soul Chasing Technique has always been a delicate and powerful technique.
If you have not cultivated to the level of God, no matter how outstanding your immortal skills are, it will be impossible to use them.
And when using it, you must keep the aura pure and peaceful within a hundred feet radius, and no other people can disturb you.
Dieyong, who had been in a daze since he entered the palace, glanced at me lightly.
I smiled affectionately at him and struck him with a sword.
Dieyong opened his eyes wide, shook his head, and fell crookedly on the bed.
I haven't used the soul-chasing spell for many years, but fortunately I still remember the matching spell clearly.
He placed the Inga in his hands, and a dazzling white light suddenly spread out in the hall.
The white light slowly turned into a silver belt, and then it disappeared until it reached Dieyong's smooth forehead.
I exhaled, carefully slipped my consciousness out of my body, followed the silver belt that I had just introduced, and slowly slid into Dieyong's soul.
This has always been a delicate spell.
If you are not careful, the spiritual consciousness of the caster and the soul of the recipient will be mixed together.
It cannot be careless.
Dieyong's soul was filled with nothingness, silver light.
Although it was bright, it was no different from darkness because it was pure brightness.
I struggled with his soul for half a day, but I couldn't find Mo Yuan's sleeping place.
It was very difficult to go back and forth to find it.
Just when I was about to quit and use the soul-chasing technique again, I heard a familiar sound of music.
It was calm, melodious, spacious and quiet.
I still vaguely remember that the tune was probably the same as that of the Winter God Xuan Ming.
At the end of the ceremony, Mo Yuan played a piece of the great sage Buddha's music on the ancient harp.
My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly gathered my energy and stumbled over to follow the music.
But at the moment when he stumbled, the sound of the Great Sage Buddha stopped.
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I shook my hands and touched the thing that tripped me just now.
The touch was soft and gentle, and a faint trace of fairy spirit slowly climbed up to my fingers and entangled between them.
My consciousness couldn't shed tears, but I could still feel the pain at the corners of my eyes.
My eyes and mind were all blank.
The person I was touching at this moment was none other than Mo Yuan's soul.
But Mo Yuan's soul has become like this due to the vicissitudes of life.
My master Mo Yuan, the only god of war in the world, his powerful fighting spirit is now so weak that he only relies on a ray of immortal energy for maintenance.
No wonder Dieyong and Mo Yuan don't resemble each other in the slightest.
But, fortunately, I'm finally back.
Zheyan didn't lie to me.
Mo Yuan, who is closer than my father, is finally back.
After staying in Dieyong's Yuan Shen for too long, his consciousness has undergone some fluctuations, and it may be dangerous to delay any longer.
Although I couldn't see anything in this silver void, with a heart that was both worried and happy, I still knelt down and bowed twice to Mo Yuan's soul, and then followed the pull of some chaotic energy from the outside world, and cautiously exited. .
After getting rid of the soul-chasing technique, Dieyong also woke up slowly.
He opened his eyes and saw me stunned, and said: "Why are you crying?
Is it possible that my disease has not been cured?
You don't have to cry in sadness.
Even if you have to cry in sadness, it should be me crying.
Don't Crying, it’s okay for me to be dragging like this, I’m used to it.”
I touched the white silk on my face, and it was indeed a little wet.
I thought it was because my consciousness surged too much just now, causing me to shed a few tears.
Then he used a small technique to dry some of the wet white silk, and said with a smile: "I am so happy that I cried."
He frowned and said: "You, I thought you were soft-hearted.
When you saw my illness, you felt the same and felt sad for me.
Don't you want to see me suffer but be happy?"
I patted his shoulder lovingly and said modestly: "I'm not very happy no matter what."
Zheyan was right.
If he only relied on Diyong's weak body and bones, Mo Yuan's soul would have to take seven or eight thousand years to nurse back to his true body and truly wake up.
However, if I can borrow the Celestial Clan's spirit lamp to repair his somewhat scattered soul, and then use the more than 140,000 years of cultivation in me to save half of him, then his awakening will be easy.
It’s also just around the corner.
Regarding the soul-stirring lantern of the Celestial Clan, even though I have lived for such a long time, I have never seen it.
I have only glanced at some records in the classics.
These records all claim that the soul-forming lantern was created by God the Father in the great prehistoric era, and it can bind the souls of immortals and create the souls of mortals.
For example, if an immortal's soul is broken up, he only needs to light the knotting lamp beside his bed for three days, and the scattered soul can be reunited intact.
It's even more amazing when it's a mortal's turn.
Even if this mortal has been annihilated, as long as you put something with the breath of this mortal on the lamp and burn it once, so that the lamp can recognize the breath of this mortal, it will slow down.
Slowly absorb the aura that this mortal had left within a thousand miles radius.
After all the aura left by this mortal in the world is absorbed, a similar soul can be created to imitate the original soul that was destroyed in ashes.
Well, it is a first-class holy object.
I cast a spell to make Dieyong fall asleep, and stepped out of the door of Fuying Hall.
The crowd of gangsters I had just driven out were all standing uneasily aside.
Among these crowds, Lord Xihaihai was the only one missing. .
The lady who started the meeting was very discerning.
Before I could ask, she had already leaned over and said, "We have a distinguished guest arriving just now.
Sui Lord has gone to the main hall to greet the distinguished guest.
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If it's something trivial, the Immortal Lord will just give instructions to the maids."
Ahem, it turns out that another distinguished guest has arrived from Xihai.
Lord Xihaihai is very honored today.
Two famous gods, Benshangshen and Zheyanshangshen, have come to his realm.
This has already made his crystal palace shine.
After such great luck, he still managed to survive.
May you be lucky again and welcome another distinguished guest.
Well, this kind of first-class luck, it is estimated that he can only get it once in 8,000 years.
I don’t have anything to say, but I’m going to go to the Nine Heavens immediately to ask the Lord of Heaven to borrow the soul lamp.
However, the identity I am assuming today is not a decent one and I cannot go back and forth casually.
Therefore, before I leave, I have to talk to Lord Xihaihai in person.
Since the court ladies in front of me were all modest and attentive, I casually ordered two of them and asked them to take me to the main hall where Lord Xihaihai welcomes guests, while the rest went back to serve Dieyong.
The distinguished guest welcomed by Mr.
Xihaihai has a good background.
There were two rows of little immortals from the West Sea lined up at the door of the closed hall, all of them standing with their hands down with humble expressions.
Looking at their faces one by one, I saw that they all had met each other before when Lord Xihaihai greeted Zheyan.
It can be seen that the person who is being welcomed in the hall now, even if his rank is not as high as Zheyan's, the position he holds must be much more important than Zheyan's.
I was anxious to see Lord Xihaihai and reported it to him one by one through two strings of little immortals from Xihaihai.
After a while, two palace maids in slightly fancy clothes came out and led me into the palace
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