Ye Lingyue wasn't really worried about Nan Shisi's life and death, she didn't have much affection for the Buddhist sect.
But if Nan Shishi loses, then Concubine Qing's Soul Calling Nether Song will be overwhelming.
Compared with Summoning the Soul Sutra to condense the soul, Soul Summoning Nether Song will make Xiahou Qi's soul fly away, Ye Lingyue is more happy that Nan Shishi can have the upper hand.
Just when Ye Lingyue was worried about Nan Shishi, Zhu Zhao suddenly choked out in the sea of void consciousness.
"Why does this song sound familiar?"
"Grandpa Zhuzhao, do you know this song?"
Upon hearing this, Ye Lingyue hurriedly asked.
Ye Lingyue has always been aware of Concubine Qing's strength.
Unexpectedly, she turned back this time, and her strength was better than before. Ye Lingyue also suspected that she had the support of other forces behind her.
"I seem to have heard it somewhere, but I can't remember it for a while."
Zhuzhao said helplessly.
It has also lived for more than ten thousand years, and it may have heard this dark song somewhere, but it can't remember where it is for a while.
Ye Lingyue rolled her eyes, this candle light is really useless at a critical moment.
"Hey, let me think about it again, but I can be sure of one thing. This ghost song is not from the Ninety-Nine Lands, it should come from the Thirty-Three Heavens."
Zhuzhao recalled.
From thirty-three days
Ye Lingyue was startled.
Concubine Qing's soul-calling ghost song actually came from Thirty-Three Three Days, so it's no wonder that Nan Shisi's soul-calling scripture is no match.
Ye Lingyue had already experienced the difference between thirty-three days and ninety-nine lands when she faced the evil god.
If Zitangsu hadn't been there at that time, I'm afraid Ye Lingyue might not have been able to beat the evil emperor.
"The old bald donkey is doomed, girl, you still have to find a way to hide the real dragon's soul in your hand first."
Zhuzhao still can't remember where he heard this dark song, but it kindly reminded Ye Lingyue to transfer Xia Houqi's soul first.
One person's dark song became the roar of ten thousand ghosts, and its lethality greatly increased. When the old monk loses, Xia Houqi's life and soul will definitely be lost.
"Even the Jiuzhou cauldron can't protect Xia Houqi's soul. Where else can his soul hide."
Ye Lingyue wondered.
"Isn't your Hongmengtian the best hiding place, even if it's Mingqu, you can't enter Hongmengtian."
Zhuzhao reminded angrily.
When Ye Lingyue heard it, she was shocked.
How could she have forgotten this? Hongmengtian is like a cave, and with Xia Houqi's soul inside, he must be able to feel the roar of all ghosts.
Ye Lingyue didn't hesitate any more, with a movement of her mind, she had already entered Hongmengtian.
In Hongmengtian, aura is abundant, and there is a scene of beautiful wind and sunshine.
Nan Shisi and Concubine Qing, who are fighting to the death outside, and the Buddhist scriptures, have no influence on this place at all.
Ye Lingyue raised her palm, and Jiuzhou Ding released Xia Houqi's soul.
"here it is?"
When Xia Houqi came to Hongmeng Tianhou, he felt refreshed for a while, and the condition of unstable soul power earlier disappeared.
"This place is called Hongmengtian, you can hide here for now, and I will release you after I clean up Concubine Qing."
After Ye Lingyue finished speaking, she wanted to leave.
"Lingyue, be careful."
Xia Houqi took a deep look at Ye Lingyue.
Ye Lingyue smiled sweetly at her, and with a movement of her mind, she had already left.
Xia Houqi looked at Ye Lingyue who was still missing, and murmured.
"What I owe you, I'm afraid I won't be able to repay it in this life."
During the time when Ye Lingyue entered Hongmengtian, the battle between Nan Shisi and Xia Houqi had also reached a fever pitch.
The power of the roar of all ghosts was astonishing, the will-o'-the-wisps all over Qingfei's body gathered again, and the will-o'-the-wisps were dense, whistling and circling around Nan Shisi's body.
"Young benefactor, turn your back and do it. You have summoned so many ghosts, it is difficult to control. Once the ghosts get out of control, it will definitely affect the people of the entire Xiadu."
Nan Shisi was still struggling to hold on, but the golden bowl in his hand was dimly lit, and his eyebrows and beard were already wet with sweat.
"I have nothing to do with the life and death of the people of Xiadu, not to mention Xiadu, even the people of Beiqing."
Concubine Qing's eyes were full of coldness.
It's true that Beiqing is her mother country, but when she was imprisoned in the cold palace, she hoped that Beiqing would come forward to help her regain favor, what did Beiqing do
did nothing!
She was a majestic princess of Beiqing, but in the end she was humiliated and died in the summer palace.
She hated this huge summer palace, and also hated the people of Daxia, and wished that they would all die.
"Cousin, how can you say that. You are Beiqing's princess?"
Sect Master Qing at the side had already turned pale with fright at the scene in front of him.
"Shut up, you idiot, Beiqing is already dead. After my mother abdicated, Beiqing is finished. Only the leader of darkness can lead us to rise again."
Concubine Qing gouged out Sect Master Qunqing viciously.
"If you are stubborn, don't blame me for being ruthless."
In Nan Shishi's hand, the golden bowl flew up into the air, and the golden bowl turned over in mid-air.
But at the bottom of the golden bowl, there was a flash of golden light, and a "Swastika" appeared.
"That is?!"
Concubine Qing was also taken aback when she saw the Sanskrit in Bodi.
"The Dharma is boundless, my Buddha is merciful, and the Buddha's light shines everywhere."
The golden bowl in Nan Shishi's hand was not an ordinary artifact, but a Buddhist artifact.
It is a Buddhist vessel passed down from the Buddhist sect. In the human world, such a Buddhist vessel is extremely precious.
In the dark, Ye Lingyue's figure flashed, and she returned to the outside of the summer palace.
She raised her eyes, and happened to see Nan Shisi offering a golden bowl. The golden bowl was like a small sun, hanging outside the summer palace.
"The old monk's hand is actually a Buddhist vessel. It's just..."
Ye Lingyue didn't look very happy when she saw the Buddhist golden bowl.
Buddhist artifacts are very precious to Nanwu Mountain.
But for Ye Lingyue, who once owned the Buddhist relic, it was nothing more than that.
In particular, from Ye Lingyue's point of view, Nan Shisi's Buddhist vessel has some problems.
In Ye Lingyue's mind, the magic talisman moved.
Information about that Buddhist vessel clearly appeared in Ye Lingyue's mind.
"Suppressing magic bowl, one of the basic Buddhist vessels left over from ancient times, was once a golden bowl for alms for Buddha. There is a golden seal script under the golden bowl. The stronger the Buddha's power, the stronger the seal script. This golden bowl has passed through 3600 For many years, the seal script on it has become blurred, and in order to resist all ghosts earlier, the Buddha power on the seal script has been greatly reduced, and the golden bowl will be destroyed."
The golden bowl must be destroyed!
A few words just flashed across Ye Lingyue's mind.
There was a muffled sound in the air.
After Ye Lingyue and Nan Shishi heard the sound, their hearts sank.
There were cracks on the body of the shining Buddhist golden bowl. There was only a clicking sound, and the golden bowl shattered into several petals in mid-air.