Chapter 992 Returning the Soul Tree
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Guo Yan Yun Yan Feng Ling
Chapter 992 Returning the Soul Tree
Not to mention that Qingrui Zhenzun didn't understand, even the other Zhenzun were in the fog, and didn't know which one Tianlu sang. Old Yin was not in a hurry at all, and sat there steadily, tasting the words of Tianjianzong. The best spiritual tea prepared for him by the monk.
Simply smiled, and directly handed a jade slip to Qingrui Zhenzun. The other party's spiritual sense glanced and saw that it was a music score, which aroused his interest.
Qing Rui was originally a sound repairer. When he saw the music score, he found the difference. After looking at it carefully, he was really itchy. He touched the jade flute in his hand and started to memorize the score.
Simple is more casual. He sat cross-legged on a protruding rock beside the waterfall, and waved his sleeves to take out the sword-shaped guqin from the bamboo building in his own space.
All the true venerables just glanced at the guqin, and knew that it was not ordinary. Some people muttered in their hearts that Tianlu was a swordsman, but they didn't know that the other party also dabbled in music cultivation, but looking at that guqin, it was still a swordsman. The unique features, it is estimated that there is nothing to pass the time.
Among these people, only Qingrui Zhenzun knew that they were not just used to pass the time, and a song trapped him. At the beginning, he was just curious and wanted to see their ancient weapons, and he did not want to kill him. If at that time He really wanted to kill the sky, and he probably won't get any good.
The simple and slender fingers slid across the strings, and a ray of piano sound flowed out, the sound was full and charming.
Then she looked up at Qing Rui, who nodded, and put the jade flute to her lips, a string of crisp flute sounds poured out, and then the sound of the guqin joined in, a song "Buried Soul" was played between the jade flute and the guqin In the ensemble, slowly flowing out.
The surroundings became quiet in an instant, "Buried Soul" had the effect of soothing the soul, and all the elders here naturally noticed that this song was different, so they all closed their eyes and listened.
Master Juesong of the Buddhist Sect brought Kong Kong and Liaochen, and softly proclaimed the Buddha's name. This song was played by fellow Taoists in their Buddhist Sect, in order to save the souls imprisoned in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, It also benefited their Buddhist sect and gained a lot of merit.
But Jue Song didn't understand the purpose of playing today, it couldn't be to save those obliterated souls!Most of the monks have this question in their mind, but they are all powerful, so they can stay stable after all. The purpose of Heaven's Slaughter will be revealed in a while.
The sound of the piano changed from high pitched at the beginning to melodious and melodious later. The combination of the piano and the flute, one calm and one clear, enriched the whole piece of music, and as the music gradually improved, the simplicity was to inject spiritual power into it , let the piano sound center on the waterfall, and slowly spread around.
After Qingrui Zhenzun noticed it, he also injected spiritual power into his own flute, echoing the thick sound of the guqin, and began to spread around.
Stairs transformed by spiritual power began to gradually form in the air, rising step by step until midair, and then a black vortex formed, and the vortex slowly expanded until it formed a two-meter-high door.
The other shore flower was carved on the frame of the gate, and the black red gate slowly opened amidst the sound of the piano, and the inside of the gate was pitch black and lifeless.
Everyone was even more surprised, Tianlu and Qingrui's piano sounds actually summoned the gate of reincarnation, and everyone began to whisper to each other.
After the gate was opened, two figures, one black and one white, walked out of the gate. The two ghost guards looked around and did not see any souls, so they said in a deep voice:
"Who is so bold! What are you calling us for?"
The sound of the zither and the flute stopped at this moment, Jian Jian breathed a sigh of relief, it was really not easy, and finally summoned them, because it was much easier for her to advance to Mahayana than the previous two times.
At this time, Jian Jian waved his sleeves and put away his guqin, and walked directly to the two envoys of the underworld, bowed slightly and saluted before slowly opening his mouth and saying:
"It was abrupt to summon two envoys."
"There are no dead souls this time, why did you recruit us?"
The white figure stepped forward and asked.
"It is true that there is something important to do, and something needs to be returned to the underworld."
The two figures, one black and one white, looked at each other, somewhat inexplicably. Could it be that this female cultivator is playing tricks on them? A monk entering the Dao of Practice means giving up reincarnation. What does she have to return?
"Don't frame us brothers. Although monks don't enter reincarnation, you are still mortal, and you always have blood relatives."
I haven't finished the rest of the story, but everyone knows that people can't find you to seek revenge, but they can definitely find your blood relatives.
After listening briefly, he only hooked his lips into a smile, and then said:
"Bringing this thing back is a great achievement for the two of you."
After saying that, he waved his sleeves and sent the soul tree out from the small space box.
As soon as the nearly withered soul tree appeared, it caused a change in the world, dark clouds rolled over the head, purple thunder brewed, and then the surrounding wind gradually rose, which was mixed with the sound of ghosts crying and howling wolves. Put up a defensive cover.
Tianlu didn't even say hello in advance, it was too sudden, the withered and leafless soul tree was still slowly enlarging, and it felt like the next breath could attract thunder.
"My xx, Big Brother Bai, quickly inform Master Yan Luo, we can't take this thing away!"
The black-robed ghost almost ran away. This is the first-generation soul tree that the underworld has been looking for for 10 years, and it is seriously damaged and needs nourishment. The condensed soul body has signs of emptiness.
After hearing the order from the black-robed ghost messenger, the white figure flashed into the gate of reincarnation and disappeared instantly.
Jian Jian suppressed a smile, cupped his hands and said:
"I found this in the secret realm of Yunshang Palace. I am not good at cultivation, so I can only bring it out, but our Lingyun Continent can't make offerings to him, and he doesn't belong to our realm of cultivation. Thinking about it It would be more appropriate to stay in the underworld, so I took the liberty of summoning the adults with the music of the zither.”
At this time, the black-robed ghost guard has no time to listen to simple words, and frequently uses spells in his hands to break into the soul tree, preventing the soul tree from growing.
"Where did you find the soul tree?"
During the interval between playing the formula, the black-robed ghost asked, gnashing his teeth.
"It is said that it is the Yan family in the fairy world. Their clansmen who guard the soul tree, except for those who are attached to the soul tree, are all wiped out by my monks in the Lingyun continent."
Said simply and lightly.
As soon as the words came out, the black-robed ghost finally turned his head and looked at the top beings of the Lingyun Continent present here. Although the true venerables don't know what they think in their hearts, they are all stable on the surface, and face can't be done. Throw it to the underworld.
In the next moment, the black door slowly grew bigger and bigger, and when it was a full hundred meters high, a huge foot wearing black boots stepped out of the door.
(End of this chapter)
Not to mention that Qingrui Zhenzun didn't understand, even the other Zhenzun were in the fog, and didn't know which one Tianlu sang. Old Yin was not in a hurry at all, and sat there steadily, tasting the words of Tianjianzong. The best spiritual tea prepared for him by the monk.
Simply smiled, and directly handed a jade slip to Qingrui Zhenzun. The other party's spiritual sense glanced and saw that it was a music score, which aroused his interest.
Qing Rui was originally a sound repairer. When he saw the music score, he found the difference. After looking at it carefully, he was really itchy. He touched the jade flute in his hand and started to memorize the score.
Simple is more casual. He sat cross-legged on a protruding rock beside the waterfall, and waved his sleeves to take out the sword-shaped guqin from the bamboo building in his own space.
All the true venerables just glanced at the guqin, and knew that it was not ordinary. Some people muttered in their hearts that Tianlu was a swordsman, but they didn't know that the other party also dabbled in music cultivation, but looking at that guqin, it was still a swordsman. The unique features, it is estimated that there is nothing to pass the time.
Among these people, only Qingrui Zhenzun knew that they were not just used to pass the time, and a song trapped him. At the beginning, he was just curious and wanted to see their ancient weapons, and he did not want to kill him. If at that time He really wanted to kill the sky, and he probably won't get any good.
The simple and slender fingers slid across the strings, and a ray of piano sound flowed out, the sound was full and charming.
Then she looked up at Qing Rui, who nodded, and put the jade flute to her lips, a string of crisp flute sounds poured out, and then the sound of the guqin joined in, a song "Buried Soul" was played between the jade flute and the guqin In the ensemble, slowly flowing out.
The surroundings became quiet in an instant, "Buried Soul" had the effect of soothing the soul, and all the elders here naturally noticed that this song was different, so they all closed their eyes and listened.
Master Juesong of the Buddhist Sect brought Kong Kong and Liaochen, and softly proclaimed the Buddha's name. This song was played by fellow Taoists in their Buddhist Sect, in order to save the souls imprisoned in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, It also benefited their Buddhist sect and gained a lot of merit.
But Jue Song didn't understand the purpose of playing today, it couldn't be to save those obliterated souls!Most of the monks have this question in their mind, but they are all powerful, so they can stay stable after all. The purpose of Heaven's Slaughter will be revealed in a while.
The sound of the piano changed from high pitched at the beginning to melodious and melodious later. The combination of the piano and the flute, one calm and one clear, enriched the whole piece of music, and as the music gradually improved, the simplicity was to inject spiritual power into it , let the piano sound center on the waterfall, and slowly spread around.
After Qingrui Zhenzun noticed it, he also injected spiritual power into his own flute, echoing the thick sound of the guqin, and began to spread around.
Stairs transformed by spiritual power began to gradually form in the air, rising step by step until midair, and then a black vortex formed, and the vortex slowly expanded until it formed a two-meter-high door.
The other shore flower was carved on the frame of the gate, and the black red gate slowly opened amidst the sound of the piano, and the inside of the gate was pitch black and lifeless.
Everyone was even more surprised, Tianlu and Qingrui's piano sounds actually summoned the gate of reincarnation, and everyone began to whisper to each other.
After the gate was opened, two figures, one black and one white, walked out of the gate. The two ghost guards looked around and did not see any souls, so they said in a deep voice:
"Who is so bold! What are you calling us for?"
The sound of the zither and the flute stopped at this moment, Jian Jian breathed a sigh of relief, it was really not easy, and finally summoned them, because it was much easier for her to advance to Mahayana than the previous two times.
At this time, Jian Jian waved his sleeves and put away his guqin, and walked directly to the two envoys of the underworld, bowed slightly and saluted before slowly opening his mouth and saying:
"It was abrupt to summon two envoys."
"There are no dead souls this time, why did you recruit us?"
The white figure stepped forward and asked.
"It is true that there is something important to do, and something needs to be returned to the underworld."
The two figures, one black and one white, looked at each other, somewhat inexplicably. Could it be that this female cultivator is playing tricks on them? A monk entering the Dao of Practice means giving up reincarnation. What does she have to return?
"Don't frame us brothers. Although monks don't enter reincarnation, you are still mortal, and you always have blood relatives."
I haven't finished the rest of the story, but everyone knows that people can't find you to seek revenge, but they can definitely find your blood relatives.
After listening briefly, he only hooked his lips into a smile, and then said:
"Bringing this thing back is a great achievement for the two of you."
After saying that, he waved his sleeves and sent the soul tree out from the small space box.
As soon as the nearly withered soul tree appeared, it caused a change in the world, dark clouds rolled over the head, purple thunder brewed, and then the surrounding wind gradually rose, which was mixed with the sound of ghosts crying and howling wolves. Put up a defensive cover.
Tianlu didn't even say hello in advance, it was too sudden, the withered and leafless soul tree was still slowly enlarging, and it felt like the next breath could attract thunder.
"My xx, Big Brother Bai, quickly inform Master Yan Luo, we can't take this thing away!"
The black-robed ghost almost ran away. This is the first-generation soul tree that the underworld has been looking for for 10 years, and it is seriously damaged and needs nourishment. The condensed soul body has signs of emptiness.
After hearing the order from the black-robed ghost messenger, the white figure flashed into the gate of reincarnation and disappeared instantly.
Jian Jian suppressed a smile, cupped his hands and said:
"I found this in the secret realm of Yunshang Palace. I am not good at cultivation, so I can only bring it out, but our Lingyun Continent can't make offerings to him, and he doesn't belong to our realm of cultivation. Thinking about it It would be more appropriate to stay in the underworld, so I took the liberty of summoning the adults with the music of the zither.”
At this time, the black-robed ghost guard has no time to listen to simple words, and frequently uses spells in his hands to break into the soul tree, preventing the soul tree from growing.
"Where did you find the soul tree?"
During the interval between playing the formula, the black-robed ghost asked, gnashing his teeth.
"It is said that it is the Yan family in the fairy world. Their clansmen who guard the soul tree, except for those who are attached to the soul tree, are all wiped out by my monks in the Lingyun continent."
Said simply and lightly.
As soon as the words came out, the black-robed ghost finally turned his head and looked at the top beings of the Lingyun Continent present here. Although the true venerables don't know what they think in their hearts, they are all stable on the surface, and face can't be done. Throw it to the underworld.
In the next moment, the black door slowly grew bigger and bigger, and when it was a full hundred meters high, a huge foot wearing black boots stepped out of the door.
(End of this chapter)
