Chapter 2791: Awakening

The scope of the Saint Child Star is very large. When the six first stars were formed together, naturally all the facilities were perfect.

Of course, the Tongtian Realm cannot create things out of the void. The formation of the six leaders is actually the ingestion of small stars that have been stored by the sect for a long time and sealing them together with restrictions, which is an ingenious work of nature.

For example, behind Naling Lake, there is a rolling palace complex with all kinds of things. Originally, according to the status of "Beidou Holy Son", many guardians and servants were sent to the Holy Son Star. The servants, and even the countless disciples of the Seven Meridians of the True Tradition, were gearing up, praying with great excitement that it would be their turn to be with the Holy Son up close and get this great opportunity.

However, Ye Wuque chose to refuse. He liked peace and quiet and didn't need anyone to take care of him.

However, if senior brother and the others want to come, they can naturally come at any time. Ye Wuque has already given permission, as have Wu Wentian and other chief disciples.

At this moment, Ye Wuque and Wu Wentian were walking side by side on a bright red fire-like path. The red ones were naturally not real flames, but maple leaves on the ground.

There are maple trees growing on both sides of the path. The maple leaves are scattered and dye the ground red. With the breeze, it gives people a sense of tranquility and peace.

Soon, the two of them reached the end of the path, where there was an elegant house called...Fenglingxuan, and Fan Qinghui was sent into it.

Opening the door of Feng Lingxuan, Ye Wuque walked in. A bed was in front of him, and a stunning beauty in a white dress was sleeping on it.

"Alas, only the sleeping Junior Sister Fan is the same as the original Junior Sister Fan. When Junior Sister Fan appeared at the coronation ceremony, her posture was really too crazy."

Wu Wentian looked at the sleeping woman on the bed and spoke with emotion.

This stunningly beautiful woman is naturally Fan Qinghui. During the coronation ceremony, she was taken away by Ba Lao and placed there first. However, after learning that Fan Qinghui was soul enslaved, she was sent here after the birth of the Saint Child Star. After all, this In this situation, the only one who can save Fan Qinghui is Ye Wuque.

"Senior Sister Fan became a soul slave and lost her own nature. The negative emotions in her heart were infinitely amplified. She obeyed her master's orders and was naturally extremely crazy."

Ye Wuque spoke lightly.

"I still have to trouble you, Junior Brother Ye. In fact, Junior Sister Fan has a very good personality. She has always been Hui Zhilan, gentle and generous. In the eyes of the Seven Meridians disciples, she was the most popular."

Wu Wentian's tone was gentle.

However, this has nothing to do with love, but more of a brother-sister relationship, just like Ye Wuque and Xian'er when they were at Murong's house.

Before Ye Wuque and Kaiyang's lineage, and before the rise of Yue Wuji, the only peerless kings of the entire Beidou Dao Ji Sect generation were Wu Wentian and Fan Qinghui.

The two naturally have a very deep friendship, growing together, practicing together, and even later entered the ninth level together.

In the eyes of the entire sect, they thought that Wu Wentian and Fan Qinghui would eventually get together. After all, the golden boy and girl were such a perfect match. In fact, the two of them regarded each other as brother and sister in their hearts.

Therefore, when Fan Qinghui suddenly changed his mind and wanted to travel around the world on the way to the Star Territory Battlefield, Wu Wentian was still a little reluctant to let go. After all, they had been together day and night for a long time.

Ye Wuque didn't speak, but nodded slowly. He walked to Fan Qinghui's side, first stretched out a finger and touched Fan Qinghui's wrist, and a trace of holy battle energy poured into the other person's body. This was to check. Fan Qinghui’s injury.

"I'm recovering well. I'm already 70 to 80 percent better. The injury won't be a hindrance."

Immediately, Ye Wuque walked behind Fan Qinghui's head, stretched out his right hand, and aimed at the position of Fan Qinghui's Tianling Cap.

However, at this moment, Ye Wuque's bright eyes flashed with a hint of solemnity.

He was a little worried.

He couldn't be sure whether it was the power of the soul left by Emperor Luo Bei in Fan Qinghui's body that enslaved Fan Qinghui, or the real body of Emperor Luo Bei!

If it is the former, then there is no problem. After all, the power of the soul has been killed by the white jade beads left by Kong and no longer exists.

But if it's the latter...

That would be a bit difficult!

After all, Ye Wuque had personally experienced the terrifying Luo Bei Emperor. It could be said that without the white jade beads left by Kong, Ye Wuque didn't even want to imagine what he would be like now.

Buzz!

A perfect colorless halo suddenly appeared behind Ye Wuque's head, jumping and perfect, making Ye Wuque look like a great Buddhist saint, transforming the world and showing compassion.

The next moment, Ye Wuque gently closed his eyes, and the vast compassionate light suddenly poured into Fan Qinghui's soul space along his right hand!

Ye Wuque began a careful and meticulous investigation!

Instantly, the room became dead silent!

Wu Wentian was waiting by the side, but for some reason he suddenly felt a suffocating sense of majesty overflowing from Ye Wuque's body. He seemed to be treating him seriously, and his face became solemn.

This immediately made Wu Wentian a little nervous!

Time passes little by little...

But it’s as long as a long night!

Until a certain moment, Ye Wuque suddenly opened his eyes, as if he breathed a sigh of relief!

"Fortunately, it is only the power of the soul that enslaves Senior Sister Fan, not the body of Emperor Luo Bei!"

After some careful inspection, Ye Wuque finally determined this.

Then the next thing is simple. The soul power has been removed. In fact, according to the relationship between soul slaves and masters, once the master dies, the soul slaves will inevitably perish.

Dangkong's power is unimaginable. The method of erasing the soul power is too advanced, which seems to have exceeded the imaginable level. Therefore, Fan Qinghui did not perish with him, but fell into a deep sleep.

Buzz!

The colorless halo spread in Fan Qinghui's soul space, and went directly to the deepest part, that is, her soul, at an extremely fast speed!

Ye Wuque had entered once before at the coronation ceremony, and now he revisited the old place.

At the end of the dim flame space, the previous dark golden altar still exists, but it has dimmed. The vast compassionate light came here and immediately turned into a colorful big hand and slapped it hard!

Crack!

Without the blessing of Luo Beihuang's soul power, this dark golden altar has become extremely fragile. It was directly blown up and completely shattered under one blow!

Immediately, Fan Qinghui's soul space became bright again!

Under Ye Wuque's in-depth gaze, he saw a ghost-like figure slowly floating up from the destroyed altar. It was the soul of Fan Qinghui's self-will.

However, at this moment, this soul was floating, and it seemed that it could not be reunited with the body, like a rootless duckweed.