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Chapter 45: Soul searching

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Zhao Lingjun jumped up and arrived in front of Zhang Changsheng who was lying down.

Zhang Changsheng's forehead was dotted with a little vermilion mark like a baby's. Together with his big beard, he looked indescribably funny. But Zhao Lingjun couldn't laugh at all now.

Because Wu Xiaoye had already completed the Soul Returning Technique, logically Zhang Changsheng should wake up immediately. But Zhang Changsheng still seemed to be fast asleep, showing no sign of waking up.

"Zhang Changsheng?" Zhao Lingjun shouted, and then kicked Zhang Changsheng's feet.

But Zhang Changsheng still didn't react at all.

"What's going on?" Zhao Lingjun couldn't help turning his head and asked Wu Xiaoye.

"I don't know either." Wu Xiaoye also had a confused expression.

"Did you take the wrong step?"

"I don't know." Wu Xiaoye shook his head. Although Wu Xiaoye remembered every step he did, seeing Zhang Changsheng's appearance at this time, Wu Xiaoye was not sure that there was nothing wrong with what he did.

"How about I give it a try?"

"Has your Tao power recovered?" Wu Xiaoye looked at Zhao Lingjun strangely and asked.

"That's right." When Wu Xiaoye asked, Zhao Lingjun remembered that his Dao power had been nearly exhausted just now, but in this moment, he had recovered less than half of his Dao power.

"Is it because of this white bead?" Zhao Lingjun handed the bead in his hand to Wu Xiaoye. Sure enough, after the white bead left his hand, his speed of absorbing the energy of the five elements slowed down significantly.

"This bead actually has the effect of quickly restoring Taoist power." Zhao Lingjun's heart beat violently again.

Wu Xiaoye and Cao Xiaoxian were stunned.

Because both of them know what a magic weapon that can quickly restore Taoist power means to a Taoist.

The reason why many powerful spells cannot be used continuously is because the caster's power simply cannot withstand the consumption of continuous spell casting. Just like Lin Yiren did not dare to cast spells like the Void Yin-Yang Sword easily, for Lin Yiren, such spells consumed too much power.

Many powerful spells can burn out the caster's Dao power in just a moment, but it takes a lot of time to regenerate a full body of Dao power. Most ascetics are not like Zhao Lingjun, who can automatically absorb the energy of the five elements of heaven and earth all the time. They must slowly absorb the energy of the five elements of heaven and earth through meditation. This recovery speed is even more slow, taking only a few days. Time, don't even think about recovering your whole body's Tao power.

If your Dao power has only recovered less than half, and at this time, you happen to have an opponent who is almost as powerful as you usually come to trouble you, will your end be miserable

But what if you have a magic weapon that can quickly restore your power? The result might be very different.

After taking a deep breath, Wu Xiaoye calmed down. "You must not let anyone know that you have such a bead, otherwise there will be many ascetics who will fight tooth and nail to grab the bead in your hand."

Zhao Lingjun nodded. If Zhao Lingjun suddenly got such a bead, he would probably jump for joy, but Zhao Lingjun didn't feel excited at all now.

Zhao Lingjun's only thought now is to wake these people up.

So after taking a deep breath, Zhao Lingjun began to perform the Soul Returning Technique.

The soul-returning technique, like the soul-guiding technique, is not considered a profound spell in the black witch sect at all.

To put a person's living soul back into his body, for the black witch sect, it is as simple as opening the refrigerator and putting cabbage in it.

Like Wu Xiaoye, Zhao Lingjun only used a blink of an eye to draw Lin Qianxun's soul from the soul-guiding umbrella and let it return to Lin Qianxun's body.

Lin Qianxun's face suddenly returned to rosy, and the gray color on his face disappeared without a trace. But to Zhao Lingjun's disappointment, Lin Qianxun, like Zhang Changsheng, showed no signs of waking up.

"How could this happen?" Zhao Lingjun couldn't help Wu Xiaoye. "Is there something wrong with the spell we used to cause trouble?"

"I don't know." Wu Xiaoye looked at the person lying on the ground and suddenly became confused.

"No matter what, let's return their souls to their places first." Zhao Lingjun pondered for a moment and made a difficult decision.

Because although I don't know why Lin Qianxun and Zhang Changsheng didn't wake up, Lin Qianxun and Zhang Changsheng don't seem to be in danger now, which is better than the rest of them who look angry.

"Okay." Wu Xiaoye hesitated for a moment and nodded. "Let's try again and see if anyone else wakes up."

Zhao Lingjun nodded, and the two of them performed the Soul Returning Technique for Meng Xue, Xiao Ping and Xiao Bai respectively. However, like the first two people, Meng Xue and Xiao Ping did not react at all, but Xiao Bai suddenly woke up and took aim. With a whimper, he jumped into Zhao Lingjun's arms.

"Then what should we do now? Is it true that I have misremembered this spell?" Wu Xiaoye had always been calm, but now that he saw so many people lying on the ground, Wu Xiaoye's mind went blank. If there was something wrong with his spell and they could never wake up, Wu Xiaoye might not be able to wake him up for the rest of his life.

"Now they don't seem to have any life-threatening teams." Zhao Lingjun looked at the people lying down and then looked at Wu Xiaoye and said. "Perhaps there is really something wrong with the spell we cast. How about we find an expert from the Black Witch Sect to ask and see if we have remembered the spell wrong?"

Zhao Lingjun thought that Wu Xiaoye would definitely agree to his proposal, but Zhao Lingjun saw Wu Xiaoye silently shaking his head.

"What?" Zhao Lingjun couldn't help but ask.

"Because I am the only descendant of the Black Witch Sect." Wu Xiaoye looked at Zhao Lingjun, took a deep breath, and said, "I was the only one left in the Black Witch Sect three years ago."

"What's going on?" Zhao Lingjun immediately heard that Wu Xiaoye's words seemed to contain a very extraordinary story.

"Three years ago, our Black Witch Sect was attacked by a group of Taoist alchemists. The entire Black Witch Sect was wiped out in that battle." Wu Xiaoye looked at Zhao Lingjun quietly. "If I hadn't gone out looking for a kind of Gu refining material, I wouldn't have been able to escape that disaster."

"Aren't your black witch sect's divination skills so powerful that they can penetrate the heavens and the earth? How could you not know that an opponent is coming?" Zhao Lingjun was shocked.

"Although the divination techniques of our black witch sect have always been very effective, there is a legacy in the black witch sect that cannot be used to calculate one's own destiny. The seniors of the witch sect believe that calculating the destiny of others is already revealing the secrets of heaven. It brings great harm to oneself. And calculating one's own destiny is even more unnatural, because the elders of the witch sect believe that life, old age, illness and death are all destined by God. Even if one's own destiny is calculated, it often cannot be changed, and if If you forcefully change your destiny, it may lead to a more miserable fate." Wu Xiaoye looked at Zhao Lingjun, and then said, "I only started to predict my life after the Black Witch Clan was destroyed."

Zhao Lingjun took a deep breath and nodded, because Zhao Lingjun felt that if he were in his place and had such a blood feud, he would definitely not care about his miserable end, and he would have to figure out how to get revenge. of.

"Why did those group of Taoist alchemists suddenly attack your Black Witch Sect?" After taking a deep breath. Zhao Lingjun continued to ask, "Who are they?"

"I don't know who they are? But I know why they suddenly attacked the Black Witch Sect." Wu Xiaoye looked at Zhao Lingjun quietly, "After I returned to the Black Witch Sect, I used the last power of our Black Witch Sect. Hitomi’s spell.”

Looking at Wu Xiaoye, Zhao Lingjun took a deep breath.

The Last Eye is a spell that can re-display the scene that a dead person saw during the last period of time. It is not difficult to cast this spell. It took Zhao Lingjun less than a minute to learn the black witchcraft. This spell, but to cast the last pupil on one's recently deceased relatives and watch them being killed, is a complete torture for the caster himself.

"Then since you used the Last Eye, how come you don't know who they are?" Zhao Lingjun looked at Wu Xiaoye and couldn't help but admire her strength.

"Because the people who attacked our Black Witch Sect were wearing strange bronze masks." Wu Xiaoye's face turned pale, as if he remembered the scene he saw when he cast the last pupil spell. "And their spells are all kinds of, and they don't seem to be the current Xuanmen spells at all."

After a pause, Wu Xiaoye continued. "But their spells are very powerful. There were only four of them, but most of us in the Black Witch Sect died under their spells in just one encounter."

Zhao Lingjun took a breath of air, but before Zhao Lingjun could speak, Wu Xiaoye had already continued: "They killed everyone in our Black Witch Sect in an instant. Then they used the spirit search technique."

"Spirit-searching technique?" Zhao Lingjun took another breath of air.

Zhao Lingjun heard Lin Yiren talk about this kind of magic. Different from the Wumen's Soul Searching **, although this kind of magic can also peel off a person's spiritual consciousness, this kind of magic is specifically cast on the dead. of.

And this may be the reason why those people killed them as soon as they arrived, leaving no one alive.

"Then what are they looking for when they come to your Black Witch Sect?" Zhao Lingjun knew that when these people came to the Black Witch Sect and cast spells like Tuxedo, they definitely wanted to get something, and they definitely didn't want to get the Black Witch Sect's spells.

"They want to get this thing." Wu Xiaoye took a deep breath and slowly took off the thing hanging around his neck.