"call......."
Zhao Yun took a deep breath, and was truly relieved at this moment. He fell down, placed the woman in red on the ground, and then gratefully said to He Pingan: "Thank you Martial Saint for helping me, otherwise Jingle, Then the beast Zhao Cheng will take over his body..."
"It doesn't matter..."
He Ping'an waved his hand and looked seriously at the woman in red who was covered in blue light.
As early as when he killed the herring demon king who wanted to devour him, he had deduced using the Xiaoyan Divine Number that healing his wounds here would definitely yield unexpected gains.
Sure enough, as expected, in just half a day, Tuntian first passed by with the Naear Rat Demon Immortal, and then met Zhao Yun who came here to pursue Emperor Jiaming.
He communicated with Zhao Yun and decided to use the Soul Collection Talisman to expel Emperor Jiaming's soul from Princess Jingle's body.
His original intention was to take advantage of Zhao Yun's pursuit to make a sudden move and stick the soul-collecting talisman on Princess Jingle's body.
But there is a drawback to this method. Although Emperor Jiaming was seriously injured, he was in the realm of the corpse god after all, and his soul was not injured. If he took action on his own, he would most likely be noticed in advance.
If this happens, Emperor Jiaming is likely to take a lose-lose move and blow himself up. Not only will he not be able to save Princess Jingle, but he will be injured by her self-destruction.
Considering the severity of He Ping'an's injuries at this time, his strength is still less than 30% of his peak, and it is very likely that he will suffer more injuries.
Unexpectedly, the silver dragon horse suddenly jumped out and inadvertently helped He Ping'an and Zhao Yun. In desperation, the two changed their strategies.
Unexpectedly, it was a blessing in disguise. Instead, he successfully attached the soul-collecting talisman to Princess Jingle's body without losing any blood.
In particular, the Sea of Consciousness is located on a person's head and attached to the back of the head, adding another three points to the effect of the soul-collecting talisman.
"Martial Saint, are there any other problems..."
Zhao Yun asked nervously when he saw He Ping'an looking like he was facing a formidable enemy.
After all, it was related to his future sexual happiness, so even this cold-faced God of War was a little uneasy.
"Let's take a look first..."
He Ping'an said calmly that he was somewhat sure of the talisman he had refined.
If that didn't work, he could only risk using the human book to enter Princess Jingle's sea of consciousness. However, the monk's sea of consciousness was so exquisite that even if He Ping An could control the human book, there was no guarantee that he would be able to do so without harming Princess Jingle's soul at all. Control the spirit of Emperor Jiaming.
At this time, I saw that the soul-collecting talisman had completely turned into a blue light curtain, and in the middle of the blue light screen, there was a dizzying vortex. Zhao Yun just stared at the center of the blue vortex for a while, and he felt his soul There seemed to be signs of leaving the body, and he wanted to fly into the vortex.
He quickly withdrew his gaze and stabilized his soul.
"Although your physical strength has reached the corpse god realm, the strength of your soul is still a little weak. Here is a bottle of nourishing pill. Take one pill every month. After one year, your soul will be able to reach the strength of a monk of the same level."
He Ping'an glanced at him and said calmly, took out a milky white jade bottle from his arms and threw it into Zhao Yun's palm.
"Thank you Martial Saint!"
Zhao Yun held the jade bottle in his hand, was silent for a moment, and then said solemnly: "You have saved Zhao from fire and water many times. You are a great kindness. Zhao will never forget it. If necessary in the future, Zhao will go through fire and water. Don’t hesitate!”
"In the future, there will be no need..."
He Ping'an looked strange and said, "I don't have the habit of Long Yang, and I don't want to fight with you on the bayonet." He paused, and then asked: "If Princess Jingle is rescued, what are your plans for the future?"
"Intend......"
Zhao Yun was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Zhao is tired of this mundane world. If possible, he is going to take Jingle away from Daxuan, avoid the world, and find a place to retreat."
At this point, he seemed to have thought of something again, and quickly added: "But as long as Wu Sheng summons him, Zhao will definitely refuse."
He Ping'an nodded, then pointed to the Southern Wilderness on the other side of the Jiulong River and asked, "What do you think of this Southern Wilderness, Brother Zhao?"
Zhao Yun looked at Nanhuang on the other side and was about to speak when he heard He Ping'an's slightly excited voice coming over: "It's coming out!"
Following the sound, Zhao Yun quickly looked at He Pingan, only to find that he was looking at the soul-collecting talisman on the back of Princess Jingle's head with burning eyes.
He looked at Princess Jingle with concern, and saw that the soul-collecting talisman had completely disappeared. The blue vortex on the back of her head was spinning faster and faster, and the light was getting brighter and brighter.
Even the lonely wild ghosts dozens of miles away seemed to be inspired, making bursts of howling ghosts and wolf howls nearby, wanting to get closer, but sensing the power emanating from He Pingan and Zhao Yun, they only dared to linger nearby. He didn't dare to get close.
"receive!"
I saw He Ping'an shouting loudly, holding his sword finger in his hand, and there was a blue vortex in the distance. The blue vortex made a low roar, and the suction force on the surrounding souls increased several times again. In Princess Jingle's head, A soul wearing a dragon robe and looking the same as Emperor Jiaming was slowly pulled out.
Emperor Jiaming revealed his figure, looked at Zhao Yun hatefully, and said sternly: "Zhao Yun, my son, you are deliberately confusing me!"
Only then did he understand that all Zhao Yun's previous performances were to confuse him and make him think that he had a chance to win, which would make it easier to fall for the bait. When he thought of this, the hatred in Emperor Jiaming's heart overflowed like a tide.
"Zhao Cheng, your witherworm plot has been seen through by Senior Martial Saint a long time ago."
Zhao Yun said with disdain.
"It's really you!"
Emperor Jiaming turned his head and looked at He Pingan with resentment. He never thought that He Pingan was seriously injured after the battle with the demon emperor's clone, and was later swallowed by the space crack. Logically, he should have died on the spot. .
Why did he come here like a normal person?
How could there be such a weird talisman that could extract his soul from the body of Princess Jingle?
Emperor Jiaming knew that if he was captured by the soul-collecting talisman, he would definitely die, so he shouted with a ferocious expression: "I am the Nine-Five Supreme Being, and I will never admit defeat!"
As he roared crazily, the soul continued to twist and deform, and its power continued to increase. It even temporarily resisted the suction of the soul-collecting talisman, and stagnated between the soul-collecting talisman and Princess Jingle's sea of consciousness.
"Huh......"
He Ping'an let out a cry of surprise. The Jiaming Emperor's soul was actually like the original soul of the physical body. The closeness to the physical body was obviously much closer than the ordinary soul that had taken possession of the body.
However, everything is in vain...
He Ping'an smiled faintly, since you have left Princess Jingle's sea of consciousness, life or death is not up to you.
He made a move with one hand, and the human script quietly appeared in the palm of his hand. Countless blood-colored thin lines suddenly looked like tentacles, reaching towards Emperor Jiaming's soul.
When Emperor Jiaming saw this, his soul showed a look of fear, and he quickly asked for help from Zhao Yun who was standing aside: "Zhao Yun, I treat you well."
"snort!"
Zhao Yun snorted coldly. If he didn't take action, he would have taken care of his favor back then, so how could he help him.
If Zhao Yun was so angry, he would have lit Emperor Jiaming's soul into a sky lantern on the spot.
Thinking of this, he turned to the side, no longer looking at Emperor Jiaming's face, and shook the silver gun in his hand, knocking back the lonely ghosts who were summoned by the soul-collecting talisman and coming in a steady stream.
Seeing that Zhao Yun could not help, Emperor Jiaming's eyes became cold and stern again, as if he had made some determination, and his clenched right hand suddenly opened: "If you don't let me go, I will let her be buried with her!"
