The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 221 Give Her a Hope
The old beggar said it was a pity while shaking his head.

"Since no one understands this book, why not just destroy it." Seeing the old beggar grab the sides of the book, he was about to tear it apart.

The little girl suddenly raised her head and grabbed the book.

Seeing this, the old beggar had a smile in his eyes. If he said that the book he took out was a peerless secret book that could bring the dead back to life, he himself would not believe it. This book was just picked up by him, and someone he knew There were not many words, and he happened to see the words "save people" written in it, and then he guessed that it might be a medical book. As for the words he said to the little girl, they were all made up by himself. Don't look at the little girl's lifeless look, I'm afraid she won't think about it, and it's just a hope for her.

Of course, if he knew what would happen next, even if he tore up the book and used it as toilet paper, he would not give it to the little girl.

But now he doesn't know, seeing the color in the eyes of the little girl in front of him bloom again, he smiled gratifiedly, after all, the little girl is only so young, there are still many wonderful things in this world waiting for her to explore and discover, besides Well, there is only one life in a person, if you don't cherish it more, you won't even have a chance to regret it in the future.

As for himself, "Yawn!" He let out a breath, um, the weather is so nice, it's just right for sleeping.

In his consciousness, the picture in front of Leng Wuyou was like a fleeting image, with traces drawn.

Under the heavy sky, cloudy.

Eleven or twelve-year-old's thin figure makes people feel distressed. She sits cross-legged on a rock, holding a black jade pendant in her hand, which she gave to her sister on her birthday. She likes to keep it with her all the time. On her body, now she wants to use this jade pendant as a medium to reunite her sister's soul.Rubbing the jade pendant in her hand a few times, she carefully placed it on the ground in the center of the pattern that was distorted like a child's scribbled scribbles. According to the book, even the heart and soul of the relatives, and even the source of the soul of the relatives, to summon the dead. The source power of the soul scattered all over the world, that is, the energy scattered after the source of the soul is broken.

In Leng Wuyou's spiritual consciousness, the little girl stabbed the dagger into her own little heart, and the scarlet blood fell on the formation lines with a patter, and walked along with those lines.

Tick ​​tick
The drops of blood dripped like the other shore flowers blooming on Huangquan Road, coquettish and poignant.

Because of the loss of a lot of heart and soul, the little girl's face was pale and pale, and her thin body was even more fragile, like a glass doll that would shatter when touched.

Taking heart blood is the first step, and the second step is to extract your own soul source. The little girl gritted her teeth, followed what was written in the book, and forcibly tore off more than half of her own soul source. His painful face was contorted, and he almost died of shock from the pain.

The water-blue soul source was sent into the formation by her. She tried to keep herself awake, dancing her fingers into strange shapes, and chanting ancient and obscure spells in a low voice, as if to the undead. Calling, but it is really calling for the wandering undead.

The wind, coming from nowhere, is getting bigger and bigger, making it hard for people to open their eyes.

Although Leng Wuyou is in this memory picture, she seems to be able to feel the raging wind blade and the sky that seems to be falling down at any moment.

Streams of black brilliance came from all over the world, strand by strand, all of which flowed into the black jade pendant in the center of the pattern.

Time passed, and it took a full three hours before the vision stopped. The little girl sat down on the ground tiredly, big cold sweat rolled down her pale and bloodless face, and her vision was a little shaky, she endured the discomfort Little by little, she moved to the black jade pendant glowing with black light, reached out to pick up the jade pendant, a little scarlet was dripped on the jade pendant, the jade pendant became transparent for a moment, and there was a black shadow suspended in mid-air inside, which was Yan Wei's soul.

Looking at the worn-out book on the ground, Leng Wuyou frowned. He always felt that this book was a bit weird. It stands to reason that after a cultivator dies, his soul will turn into energy and feed back to the world.

(End of this chapter)