The Demon Emperor of Lingfei Qingtian Has Been Captured

Collect your soul? Hearing these words, Jun Muqian raised his brows, You only said that it was an incarnation of you, which inherited your consciousness, it's not even a human being, how to gather souls?

She has always been very clear that whether it is a passerby, a charm, or Ying Zijin, these are her life-and-death friends.

This, nothing can change.

They can give their lives for each other, and they can know what the other is thinking with one look, it is undeniable.

Jun Muqian looked sideways at the woman in black lying beside her, and heaved a long sigh in his heart.

She thought she had died charmingly, and even because she suffered too much torture before her death, her soul would be flawed, and she couldn't reincarnate normally.

Unexpectedly, when she suddenly looked back, the person was right in front of her eyes.

All the stagnation was suddenly cleared at this moment, like a mighty stream of fine water flowing past, washing the body.

Also at this time, suddenly!

Boom!

There was a sudden explosion on Jun Muqian's body, like the sound of bones breaking.

I saw a faint golden light floating in her dark eyes, and the runes of the natal rune were circulating at the bottom of the pupils.

The brilliance is sacred, and the elegance cannot be ignored.

The state of mind rose several levels in an instant.

If it wasn't for the fact that Jun Muqian needed to suppress her cultivation because she didn't have enough reincarnation pills, she might have entered the middle stage of life and death by this time.

Sometimes you can't break through, not because your spiritual power is not enough, but because your state of mind is not enough.

If the state of mind is too low, there will be many bottlenecks along the way of cultivation.

In the realm of life and death, bottlenecks are also the most taboo.

Every bottleneck is a thought of life and death.

One foot in heaven, one foot in purgatory.

Jun Muqian simply wasn't in a hurry to break through, and began to stabilize his mood.

Improve your mood, and you will break through faster when the time comes.

Exactly. Ying Zijin was also amused, but his tone was very indifferent, My avatar is not limited to this one, I have two avatars in total, one followed you to the Illusory Great Thousand, and the other is in another lower plane.

The death of the incarnation will not have any influence on me, because the incarnation is just a dummy, without even the slightest breath of soul. Even if the emperor personally collects the soul, it will be of no use at all.

She slowly said: Jun Muqian, you should rarely see Mei Dong using her spiritual veins, whether it's the spiritual veins or the cultivation of spiritual power, they are all disguised by me.

Jun Muqian nodded, expressing his understanding, and suddenly gritted his teeth: Well, Ying Zijin, you have really worked hard to deceive me.

Some people, even if there is no news for a long time, they are still familiar with each other when they meet again.

How did I lie to you? Ying Zijin raised his eyebrows slightly, Jun Muqian, you are so stupid.

Yes, yes. Jun Muqian snorted slightly, I'm afraid I've only been fooled by two people in my life.

One or two don't let her worry.

She paused, then frowned and said, Ying Zijin, although you have many suitors, who would be so determined to help you gather your soul?

Besides her, Mei has no second friend.

Thinking about it now, in the previous life, Mei didn't seem to be very close to anyone except her.

Ying Zijin shook his head lightly: No matter who it is, it's just useless work.

Gathering souls is a spell against the heavens. To call back the souls of the dead from the samsara and gather them together completely is to go against the way of heaven.

If it is not someone who is sincerely loved and cannot be let go, no one will go back to gather souls.

Even parents and children would not do this.

Because after death, people will inevitably be reincarnated.

There is too much pain in this life, and the next life may be liberated.

Forcibly gathering souls will only suffer more backlash.

What's more, it may not be able to succeed.

Jun Muqian has seen the methods of gathering souls in the cheat books of Mirror Moon Palace, and one of them impressed her deeply.

It is to invite masters with extremely high attainments in the laws of space to open up a small space with supreme power.

Then the soul collector will collect all the leftovers of the deceased and put them into this small space.

Afterwards, flowers, plants, trees, and other creatures will emerge from this small space.

This kind of soul gathering is also called soul cultivation.

After the soul of the deceased is fully conceived in this small space, it will be successful.

Generally speaking, the soul gatherer will place this small space in the place where the dead used to stay the most.

If someone really gathers souls for Ying Zijin again, it must be the Demon Realm.

Moreover, one must have the ability to invite space powers.

No... Jun Muqian thought for a while, with a strange expression on his face, Is it Young Master Moyu?

Master Moyu? Ying Zijin thought for a while, obviously searching for memories, a little confused, Has he ever pursued me?

Too much time has passed. Not even what she experienced.

I really can't remember things that are not important, and there is no need for this.

Jun Muqian's brows twitched: He not only pursued you, he also spread ten miles of red makeup on you, and said he would take eight palanquins to marry you back.

He also said that as long as you marry him, even if his father disagrees, he can draw his sword against his father.

Many people know about this matter, and the ten miles of red silk was a great scene in the Demon Realm back then.

It's just that people didn't know that it was prepared by Moyu Shaojun for Ying Zijin, they just watched it for fun.

Later, because of the rejection of Moyu Shaojun, it also ended without a problem.

This incident happened thirty years before her death, and Jun Muqian still vaguely remembered that Moyu Shaojun was so sad that he couldn't get out of seclusion.

The two of them are indeed life and death friends, and they are very similar in this respect.

Oh—— Ying Zijin was slightly stunned, and nodded, I seem to have a little impression, as I said, it's useless to anyone.

The conditions for gathering souls are so harsh, the stronger the dead, the harder it is to gather them.

If it has already been reincarnated, it is even more impossible.

Unless, the soul collector decides that before he gathers her soul, she will not be reincarnated.

This is even more strange.

Jun Muqian was silent for a moment, then sighed softly: You said you didn't care, but now I believe it.

Ying Zijin has seven emotions and six desires, but three hundred thousand years have completely settled his mind, and he has no feeling for changes in the outside world.

But if you don't have a heart, you won't move for anyone.

Jun Muqian, don't worry. Ying Zijin sat up, eyebrows raised halfway, Even if I don't have heart, I still have heart for you.

Nonsense. Jun Muqian also got up, and cast a cold glance at the passerby, I treat you so well, and if you don't care about me, I should cut you open and have a look.

Ying Zijin smiled lightly and remained silent.

At this moment, everything seems to be back to the past.

They can also sit under the vast starry sky and look at the same dark night.

The breeze blows, and the flowers fall silently.

The beautiful tranquility makes people feel like they are in a dream and don't want to wake up.

At this moment, Jun Muqian's eyes narrowed for some reason, and he was a little dangerous: Okay, it's just that you didn't recognize me at the time, what do you want to call me a little girl?

In your words, it's just taking advantage of you. Ying Zijin said leisurely, But Jun Muqian, I'm 300,000 years old, so it's not too much to call you a little girl, right?

It's over. Jun Muqian snorted slightly, If Muqian is me, then Hunyuanqi is also me. Maybe when I was still Hunyuanqi, I would survive longer than you.

After listening, Ying Zijin was thoughtful: If that's the case, I don't mind calling you grandma.

Heh, cough, cough... Jun Muqian was choked, and she was quite speechless, You might as well call your ancestors.

The title grandma directly called her old.

But the ancestors were different. The ancestors seemed to be very powerful.

Let's wait until your life experience is revealed. Ying Zijin stood up, stretched out a hand, and said two words, Drink?

Drink... no! Jun Muqian just wanted to agree happily, only to realize that her body couldn't drink at all.

Although she can increase her drinking capacity by relying on her cultivation, but after she gets drunk...

Jun Muqian flatly refused: After I drank, I was too drunk to look ugly.

Thinking of her telling Rong Qing that she was an egg, she wanted to slap herself.

It's ugly, it's really big.

This is really a miraculous physique. Thinking of her previous life, she was never drunk.

In front of you and me, what image are you talking about? Ying Zijin raised his eyebrows lightly, but suddenly changed the topic, Jun Muqian, are you afraid that I will treat you...

Drink! Jun Muqian interrupted her in an instant, Drink now, let's see who drinks more. I'm in a good mood tonight, so I won't practice anymore.

Still want to bully her?

There are no doors.

The previous accounts will have to be calculated later.

**

The two left here again in black cloaks, and walked towards the assigned residence.

After entering the house, Jun Muqian took the two dummies in, immediately set up an altar to open a jar of wine, and quickly drank a jar.

There is an enchantment outside the house, and no one else will disturb it.

But Jun Muqian and Ying Zijin didn't know it, just outside the house, a tall and perfect figure stood beside a willow tree, looking here for a long time.

The leaves covered the figure's upper body, and under the slightly slanting moonlight, only the slender fingers could be seen, stroking a little milk cat, reflecting a faint white light.

The little milk cat seemed to be asleep, and even let out a few soft meows, enjoying his master's caress very much.

I fell asleep and stretched myself.

In the dark night, the breeze shattered a soft moan.

Mumu...?