The Immortal Spiritual Picture

After explaining his purpose, Gu Changcheng said:

“I feel like they really have something important to ask for. I took a look at the gifts they brought and they were very valuable;

But there have been no recent changes among the senior officials of Haoran Sect?

Is there something secret that my Gu family doesn't know about? "

He said, hesitating a little, wondering if there was something missing in the Gu family's inquiring about information.

Gu Changhuan smiled and said,

"Even if the family develops into a powerful force like Qixing Pavilion, it is impossible to even know what color underwear someone is wearing;

But since it is a major matter involving human lives, it doesn't hurt to let them come and take a look.

The relationship between our Gu family and the Haoran Sect is pretty good. "

After hearing what Gu Changhuan said, Gu Changcheng nodded and said:

"In that case, I'll bring them over soon."

Here, Gu Changhuan put away a bunch of classics on the table, took out a tea set, and slowly brewed tea.

Not long after, Gu Changcheng came with Patriarch Haofeng and three other people.

After letting the three of them sit down, Patriarch Haofeng revealed his purpose.

“Although we have recovered Junior Brother He Rong’s soul, there is no way to completely restore his consciousness;

To this day, Junior Brother He Rong's soul is still in a state of confusion.

Moreover, we cannot cut off the connection between Ghost Gourd and Ghost Hand;

I wonder if Senior Gu has any method? "

Ancestor Haofeng asked cautiously.

Gu Changhuan sat at the front seat and listened carefully, thought for a moment, nodded, and said:

"Although I'm not completely sure, I can still try my best."

After hearing what Gu Changhuan said, before Patriarch Haofeng could say anything, Luo Yan cupped her hands and leaned over and said:

"Senior Gu is so kind to me that I will never forget it. Whenever Senior Gu prompts me to do something in the future, I will definitely not dare to refuse even if it means going through mountains of swords and seas of fire!"

Gu Changhuan smiled, and at this time, Patriarch Haofeng also said:

"In consideration of the kindness of our seniors, all members of our Haoran Sect share the same blessings.

In the future, he will also look after the Gu family. "

Gu Changhuan waved his hand,

"Okay, you all sit down!

You and I have experienced life and death together, and we have deep friendships;

Needless to say, I understand your thoughts. "

However, even though Gu Changhuan said this, there are some words, such as this kind of loyalty and surrender, which are naturally more effective if they are said directly.

Gu Changcheng sat opposite Ancestor Haofeng. Seeing this, he understood somewhat in his heart that Brother Seventeen would not attack the Haoran Sect in the future.

Not long after, Patriarch Haofeng and others left Xiaoyuan. Gu Changcheng arranged a place for them. Before they left, they left two things behind. One was the ghost-hand Hu Dao who was knocked unconscious by imprisonment, and the other was It's his ghost gourd.

Of course He Rong's soul is still in this ghost gourd.

But now, except for He Rong's spirit, all the other ghosts in this ghost gourd have been wiped out.

Gu Changhuan looked at the ghost-hand Hu Dao and thought that this person was quite a figure. As a blood demon cultivator, he was able to advance to the Nascent Soul level and kill He Rong. Come to think of it, if the Haoran Sect hadn't been impoverished by him for so many years. Chasing fiercely and fighting will not lead to such a situation, at least there is hope in the later stage of Nascent Soul.

However, there is no need to think about becoming a god. Let alone him. In this Yuyang Realm, if any blood demon cultivator can advance to become a god, what is waiting for him is the endless battle of other Yuyang Realm god transformations. Chase.

Thinking of this, Gu Changhuan flew his magic skills with both hands and used the puppetry technique to control the ghost-hand Hu Dao.

As soon as the puppet spirit threads submerged into the ghost-hand Hu Dao's body, Gu Changhuan frowned.

This man's true essence was messy, and even his Nascent Soul was faintly glowing with blood, and his face was ferocious, which was annoying to watch.

Gu Changhuan patiently pried into Ghost Hand Hu Dao's past, and sure enough, he saw the battle between him and He Rong.

In short, the celestial phenomenon caused by the ghost-hand Hu Dao's blood sacrifice to a Jindan sect happened to be encountered by He Rong who was passing by nearby. Although He Rong had a gentle temperament, he naturally couldn't stand this kind of blood demon cultivator. Not to mention that Ghost Hand Hu Dao had just held a blood sacrifice, killing thousands of monks from the entire Jindan Sect.

At the beginning, He Rong's sword was so powerful that he could still compete with the Ghost Hand Hu Dao. However, after the Ghost Hand Hu Dao released the Ghost Gourd, the situation became a little out of control. In the end, the Ghost Hand Hu Dao released the Ghost Hand Hu Dao and kept it in the gourd. The two Nascent Soul Ghost Kings and his own spirit beasts, plus himself, secretly attacked He Rong four on one, easily cutting off the vitality of He Rong's physical body.

But when He Rong Yuanying wanted to escape, he was restrained by the ghost gourd. In this way, after some secret refining with the ghost-hand Hu Dao, He Rong became one of the ghost kings in his ghost gourd. .

It’s just that there is no sense of autonomy anymore.

Seeing this, Gu Changhuan sighed.

Then, he looked forward many years and found that this blood demon cultivator really deserved to be killed, because in this person's memory, most of his time was spent doing two things, one was blood sacrifice, and the other was cultivation, digesting the blood sacrifice to obtain of true essence and so on.

Even he himself may not be able to remember how many blood sacrifices he has held since Ghost Hand Hu Dao has been able to practice.

Ordinary blood demons can still release the souls of mortals or monks into reincarnation after performing blood sacrifices. However, in order to strengthen the ghost gourd, the ghost-hand Hu Dao will not let go of even the souls after the blood sacrifice, and will take them all in without exception. After entering the ghost gourd, the ghost gourd quickly strengthened, and it was not far away from the spiritual treasure.

Gu Changhuan frowned as he looked at Ghost Hand Hu Dao's memory. After taking a general look, he ordered Ghost Hand Hu Dao to release the control over the Ghost Gourd, and then waved his hand to annihilate the whole person, turning into only a small pile of ashes, which was soon blown away by the wind.

Here, Gu Changhuan looked at the Ghost Gourd and made a seal with both hands.

After a quarter of an hour, the Ghost Gourd gradually emitted a flickering light. At the same time, the connection between the Ghost Gourd and He Rong's soul was constantly weakening.

For Gu Changhuan, it was not difficult to remove the connection between Ghost Hand Hu Dao and the Ghost Gourd, and it was not difficult to separate He Rong's soul from the Ghost Gourd, but how to make He Rong regain his consciousness...

Gu Changhuan thought about it and thought that Qing Tu might be able to try this.

If Qing Tu had no way, he could only try the method recorded in the inheritance of Zhen Lingzi.

Thinking of this, Gu Changhuan called out the little fox who was obsessed with cultivation in Xuantian Tower.

Qing Tu has been practicing these days, and has achieved great results. He has advanced to the peak of the fifth-grade upper grade, but there is still some distance to the sixth grade.

Qing Tu was puzzled when he saw Gu Changhuan.

Gu Changhuan smiled and touched Mao Mao, then pointed at He Rong's soul.

"A lot of his consciousness has been erased, only a little is left. Can Qing Tu help him restore his consciousness and previous memories?"

Gu Changhuan asked.

Qing Tu tilted his head and looked at He Rong. He thought seriously for a while, looked directly at He Rong's soul, and a green light flashed in his eyes.

Gu Changhuan watched quietly.

After a quarter of an hour, the green light in Qing Tu's eyes converged, and he nodded to Gu Changhuan.