"Sir, let me see the true spirit of the left prime minister!"
In the Qilin Hall, Qin Wuhen looked at Gui Guzi, feeling a little nervous.
Guiguzi nodded slightly, and immediately, he turned his palm, and a faint white light appeared in his palm. The white light was looming, like a candle that seemed to be extinguished at any time.
However, Qin Wuhen still sensed a familiar aura from it.
It’s Xiao Ping’s breath!
"Is there still a chance of resurrection?"
Qin Wuhen looked at Guiguzi with some surprise. He didn't expect that Xiao Ping actually had a true spirit left.
"It's difficult!" Gui Guzi shook his head, "Zuo Xiang's soul has been destroyed, and it is extremely difficult to retain a trace of true energy. For the time being, I can't gather his soul for him."
Hearing this, Qin Wuhen's eyes darkened, "Not even sir?"
Seeing Qin Wuhen's expression, Guiguzi sighed slightly.
Life is like a lamp going out, not to mention that Xiao Ping even burned his soul!
The true spirit is different from the soul. This only represents a trace of his past in the world. It is not easy to be resurrected based on this!
Even he doesn't have such ability!
That's why he didn't mention the matter in public in Huangji Palace.
"Your Majesty, the most important thing at this moment is to find a way to preserve the true spirit of Zuo Xiang. When Zuo Xiang dies, the physical body and soul will completely disappear. If we don't find a way to protect it, the true spirit will gradually return to the world."
Hearing this, Qin Wuhen's expression changed slightly, and he quickly looked at the Xiao Ping Zhenling in Guiguzi's hand.
Sure enough, the light of the true spirit was exposed in the air, and the light was gradually weakening, and even Xiao Ping's aura was getting weaker and weaker.
Qin Wuhen looked nervous and looked at Guiguzi, "Sir, is there anything you can do?"
Guiguzi nodded slightly, "Your Majesty, please lend me the Nine Dragons Emperor Sword."
Qin Wuhen didn't hesitate, and with a thought, he directly took out the Nine Dragon Emperor Sword and handed it to Gui Guzi.
Gui Guzi took it, holding a sword in one hand and Xiao Ping Zhenling in the other.
Soon, the Nine Dragons Emperor's sword began to be filled with a rich golden light of luck. Gui Guzi approached the two, and the golden light of luck instantly enveloped Xiao Ping's true spirit.
Under the golden light of luck, Xiao Ping's true spirit began to stabilize. Although it did not become stronger, at least it did not continue to weaken.
Seeing this scene, Qin Wuhen breathed a sigh of relief.
Guiguzi said: "The Zuo Prime Minister was the Zuo Prime Minister of my dynasty during his lifetime, so I am nourished by my dynasty's luck. The two are not mutually exclusive, but my dynasty's luck can only play a role in stabilizing the true spirit of Zuo Xiang, and cannot make it stronger. If you want to gather your soul for it, you have to find another way."
Qin Wuhen took a deep breath, nodded and said: "Yes, as long as it can be protected temporarily!"
Gui Guzi nodded, "Then I'm afraid this Nine Dragons Emperor Sword will need to be used by the minister for a few days. If we want to completely stabilize the true spirit of Zuo Xiang, it will take at least seven days."
Qin Wuhen nodded and said: "No problem, just use it!"
"Then I will retire first."
After Guiguzi finished speaking, he turned and left.
In the hall, Qin Wuhen stood quietly for a moment, looked at Li Bai next to him, and said, "What have you discovered in the ancient country of Jingjue this time?"
Li Bai nodded, cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, I have clearly investigated the general strength of Jingjue Ancient Kingdom. In addition to high-end combat strength, the strength of the middle and lower levels is probably not inferior to that of Dawu!"
Qin Wuhen nodded, not surprised. Ye Lingtian dared to declare war before, how could it be possible without preparation.
"Where is Ye Qingxuan?" Qin Wuhen continued to ask.
"Ye Qingxuan..."
Li Bai frowned slightly and immediately said: "I can't see through this person!"
"Can't you see through it?" Qin Wuhen narrowed his eyes.
Li Bai nodded, "This person's purpose is in Daxia. He seems to want to use the power of Daxia to achieve something. Today at Juetian Ridge, Mr. Guigu met him and asked him to come directly to Daxia to meet with His Majesty. After discussing it, he agreed."
With the help of Daxia's power?
A strange light flashed in Qin Wuhen's eyes, he was silent for a moment, nodded and said: "Then don't worry about him, no matter what his purpose is, you will know everything by yourself in half a month!"
"Yes!" Li Bai nodded, then hesitated a little, and said with cupped hands: "Your Majesty, I have returned with Mr. Guigu, but An Chongfeng is still Jingjue. Do I need to send a message to let him come back?"
"An Lingxiao?"
Qin Wuhen frowned slightly, then nodded and said, "Let him come back!"
"yes!"
Li Bai cupped his hands and saluted: "I will take my leave."
After Li Bai left, the hall fell silent again.
Qin Wuhen stood silently, his face extremely complicated, and Xiao Ping's face appeared in his mind again.
After a long while, he turned around and looked to the southeast, a cold light raging in his eyes.
"Dawu..."
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"Tsk~!"
There was a harsh sword sound, and a middle-aged man was cut into two pieces, his eyes widened, and he refused to rest in peace.
In the dense forest, a group of monks dressed in different clothes looked at the two lifeless corpses in front of them. They immediately looked next to the corpses and saw the two slender figures standing with swords and wearing the costumes of Jinyiwei and Bamenmen respectively. Their faces were panicked and their eyes were filled with confusion. Full of fear.
"Why don't you get out of here?"
Wang Lin's face was cold, he glanced at the frightened people coldly, and shouted softly.
"Yes Yes!"
Everyone was relieved and quickly bowed to the two of them, then dispersed in confusion.
The place suddenly fell silent.
Wang Lin put away his sword, looked at the cold and arrogant figure in black robe opposite, and greeted him with a smile, "Brother Ximen!"
These two people were surprisingly Wang Lin and Ximen Qing.
Now that the news of Daxia's promotion to the dynasty has spread, many forces and casual cultivators from all over Daxia have come to hear the news.
Although due to the recent iron-blooded tactics of the imperial court, there has been much less chaos in various places, but occasionally there are still a few fights.
Jin Yiwei and the Eight Gates acted separately. Wang Lin was responsible for monitoring the area. When handling the fight, he happened to meet Ximen Qing.
Ximen Qing nodded indifferently and held his sword in his hand as a return gift.
Although he knew that his temper was like this, Wang Lin couldn't help but smiled bitterly and shook his head, cupping his hands and saying: "Now is the critical moment. Since this matter is over, let's say goodbye for the time being. Once our dynasty is stable, we can meet Brother Ximen again." Narrative.”
Ximen Qing nodded, then turned around and wanted to leave.
"Tsk~!"
At this moment, a dark shadow quietly appeared in the field and saluted Wang Lin, "I pay my respects to you, sir!"
Ximen Qing paused and looked back, only to see that the person was wearing Jinyiwei clothing. Judging from the bloody sword on his chest, he was obviously a Jinyiwei Qianhu, with a high status.
"What's the matter?" Wang Lin looked at the person, nodded and asked.
Qianhu didn't answer, but took out a gold-gilded letter from his arms and handed it to Wang Lin.
Wang Lin opened it, but after reading it, he frowned tightly and subconsciously glanced at Ximen Qing not far away.
Noticing his gaze, Ximen Qing's eyes moved slightly and looked at the letter in his hand. The purpose was self-evident.
Wang Lin smiled bitterly, sighed, and shot the letter towards Ximen Qing, "Brother Ximen, you'd better read it yourself!"
After receiving the letter and scanning the contents, Ximen Qing's expression changed in vain!
boom!
A huge and vast momentum enveloped the field, the wind howled, and the sky seemed to be a long sword as cold as ice, sharp and bone-piercing.
Being within the scope of the aura, Wang Lin's expression changed slightly. He looked at Ximen Qing opposite, who had a cold face and was filled with murderous intent. He couldn't help but shrink his pupils.
Now Daxia's strength has greatly increased. As the second-in-command of Jin Yiwei, under the promotion of Li Xiaoyao, his cultivation has now reached the early stage of transcending the tribulation, which is completely unparalleled in the past.
But under the pressure of this momentum, he still felt a huge pressure, and his soul trembled, as if he was facing a formidable enemy!
"What a monster!"
Looking at the slender figure in the distance, Wang Lin couldn't help but smile bitterly.
At this time, Ximen Qing raised his head in vain, looked at Wang Lin, and said with a cold tone, "I will investigate this matter!"
"This..." Wang Lin looked troubled, "Brother Ximen, Your Excellency the Prime Minister has handed over this matter to me, Jin Yiwei, for fear that this is against the rules..."
Ximen Qing was silent, just looking at Wang Lin coldly, but the sword intent became more and more terrifying.
Wang Lin had beads of sweat on his forehead and frowned. He looked at Ximen Qing and said, "Brother Ximen, the two noble ministers have passed away. I know how you feel. If I find out the news, I will inform you immediately, okay?"
Ximen Qing still looked at him coldly.
Seeing this, Wang Lin's eyes became angry and he clenched his teeth, but he did not flinch, and a huge aura also erupted.
Wang Lin looked at Ximen Qing coldly and was about to speak.
At this time, Ximen Qing suddenly said: "If the court blames you, I will bear the responsibility!"
"this……"
"Please!" Ximen Qing actually bowed his hand to Wang Lin.
Wang Lin's face was complicated, he was silent for a moment, nodded and said: "Okay! I will ask the commander to come forward about this matter. Brother Ximen can go and investigate, but I hope that brother Ximen will be careful."
"Thank you!"
Ximen Qing held his hand again, and immediately, his body shaped like a sword, swept up into the void, and galloped towards the northern sky.
In the dense forest, looking at the remaining space power in the sky, Wang Lin's expression changed again, and he shook his head helplessly.
"Alas! With his temperament... I hope nothing will happen..."
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