Resurrection of spiritual energy: I am cultivating the underworld in the world of supernatural power

"What Emperor Qin said is extremely true," Han Shuhui bowed her head slightly, "A hundred years ago, when the slave family found the remnant soul of Xianggong, they found that his remnant soul was extremely unstable, and even faintly dissipated.

Therefore, in the past hundred years, on the first and fifteenth days of each month, the slave family will go to the Jianjiang overpass to inject a large amount of ghost energy into Xianggong's Neidan to ensure that its soul will not dissipate. Hearing

this, the corners of Cao Longqing's mouth raised slightly, "Since that's the case... Why don't you let me take a look? Maybe my ability can repair General Mo's remnant soul.

"My lord, is this true?!" The moment she heard this, Han Shuhui's delicate body trembled obviously, and her eyebrows were full of excitement.

"The patron saint of Great Xia will naturally not deceive the people of Great Xia. As he

spoke, Cao Longqing pointed to the guitar he was carrying on his back, "Among my Inner Dan skills, there is a Yuan-level forbidden technique called [Fuxin Song], which can treat most injuries.

For soul damage... There are also some effects. As

soon as the words fell, Han Shuhui directly lifted her skirt and knelt in front of Cao Longqing with a pop.

"Lord Qindi, if you can really cure Mo Lang, the concubine body is willing to pay any price, even if you want the concubine body of Neidan, the concubine body will never say anything!"

"Ms. Han doesn't have to be like this!"

Seeing this, Cao Longqing hurriedly stepped forward and stretched out his hand to help the other party up, "General Mo died heroically for the people of Great Xia, and based on this alone, I have a reason to be saved." "

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Half an hour later, on the way to the Jianjiang overpass.

Since flying would expose Han Shuhui's ghost qi fluctuations, the three of them chose to walk to their destination.

"By the way, Senior Qin Emperor, those teammates of mine, where are they now?" Halfway through, Chen Feng seemed to remember something, suddenly turned his head away, and asked Cao Longqing.

"Your teammates? I remember them... It looks like I've already returned to camp. After a moment of thought, Cao Longqing replied.

"That's good!" Chen Feng nodded.

In Chen Feng's opinion, the fewer people who know about this incident, the better.

Although Liu Xiao and the others are not the kind of people who can't keep their mouths shut, they are not afraid of 10,000, they are afraid of what will happen in the future.

In case a few of them accidentally leaked out about Han Shuhui, it would be a lot of fun.

Not to mention whether the ghost slayer will come to trouble Han Shuhui again, even himself and Emperor Qin's predecessors may be destroyed by destroying the dantian, abolishing the ability, and finally going to the prison dedicated to the ghost slayer.

"Wait a minute, remember to use the ability to smash your 'Body Camera'. Just as Chen Feng was thinking about it, Cao Longqing on the side said coldly.

"Why do you want to use the ability?" Chen Feng didn't react for a while.

Chen Feng can understand that the action camera is broken, after all, it stores the pictures he has watched and listened to all day today.

But why do you have to use an ability to shatter it?"

As if seeing Chen Feng's doubts, Cao Longqing calmly opened his mouth,

"For example, if you use the [Blood Flame Knife] or the natal spirit weapon to slash, it will leave corresponding traces.

Abnormal attacks, but without leaving any obvious signs. "

I see..."Chen Feng nodded thoughtfully.

While talking, the two of them came to the bridge under the Jianjiang overpass.

"My husband's Nedan is buried there. After walking into the bridge cave, Han Shuhui stretched out her hand and pointed to the darkest corner of the middle of the bridge.

"Okay, I see. Cao Longqing nodded, and immediately took off the folk guitar he was carrying, held it in his arms, and walked quickly to the place where Han Shuhui fingered.

Then, Cao Longqing sat down cross-legged, and at the same time stretched out his right hand and stroked the strings of the guitar.

He condensed the spiritual power in his body on the tips of his fingers, and played long notes full of life in front of the sound hole of the guitar.

The next moment,

the sound of the piano, full of aura, actually caused a ripple like the surface of water in the world around Cao Longqing.

Fortunately, there is no one in the middle of the night now, otherwise, this scene alone would be enough to be on the news hot search the next day.

With the sound of the piano coming out, a mighty soul breath also spread around Cao Longqing at this moment.

"It's... Soul power?Emperor Qin's predecessor's [Heart-Healing Song] actually contained such a powerful soul power?!" After feeling the energy fluctuations around him, Chen Feng's eyes were full of shock.

When the music played by Cao Longqing reached its climax, the soul power that filled the air was also like a funnel at this moment, all of which poured into Mo Shaoyingnedan's place.

It seems that Cao Longqing's [Heart-Touching Song] has had an effect.

About ten breaths later, Mo Shaoying's inner dan, which was originally buried in the ground, actually broke through the ground directly at this moment, suspended in front of Cao Longqing, exuding a milky white faint glow!

Looking at the inner dan suspended in mid-air, Han Shuhui's eyes unconsciously turned red at this moment.

It's been a hundred years... Moran's soul... Finally saved!As

the last note of the song fell.

Neidan, who was originally suspended in mid-air, had already turned into a handsome man with his eyes closed, his body was as tall as a pine, and his body was full of heroic energy.

There is no doubt that he is Han Shuhui's husband, Mo Shaoying, a martyr who resisted the ghost tide during the Northern Song Dynasty.

After a while, Mo Shaoying's eyelids twitched slightly, and then slowly opened his eyes.

"Hui'er... Over the years, I've really suffered you. Mo Shaoying set her eyes on Han Shuhui opposite, and her tone was full of debt and guilt.

Hearing this, Han Shuhui chuckled and shook her head, "Mo Lang, as long as you can return to the concubine's side, no matter how much hardship and sin the concubine endures, it will be worth it!"

"Hui'er!"

The next moment, the two ghosts hugged each other tightly, eager to integrate each other into their bodies, unwilling to separate.

"Senior Emperor Qin, are you considered to be a Yin Virtue?" On the side, Chen Feng poked Cao Longqing with his elbow, half-jokingly.

"Maybe," Cao Longqing put his guitar back behind him, and then yawned, "Anyway, it's finally a matter of things, you can go back to wash and sleep!"

"Human, do you really think... Is this matter over?"

At this moment, a sharp and piercing voice suddenly came from the side of everyone!

A little yellow duck toy with bloodshot eyes and eight teeth is floating on the road outside the bridge, revealing a humanized smile...