Princess, she has fortune-telling again

Chapter 1988 Changes
The rapid sound of the bell was clearly coming from the direction of the Soul Suppressing Pagoda in the back mountain.

Something happened to the Soul Tower!

A solemn look flashed across Diqing's brows, and he flew directly to the back mountain with the spirit sword.

However, the side of the back mountain was already brightly lit at this time.

The head, He Fengyang, is leading three golden, silver and bronze guardians, guarding under the Tower of Soul Rescue.

Surrounded by rows of disciples of Xuanjian Peak, they are guarded tightly with torches held high.

A group of people stood in a circle outside the Soul Rescue Tower. Although they didn't know what happened, they all had extremely serious expressions.

When Di Qing arrived, he happened to see several disciples helping two inner sect elders come out from the first floor of the Soul Suppressing Pagoda.

The beard of the elder of the inner door was stained with blood, and he trembled and fell to the ground as soon as he stepped out of the Soul Suppression Tower.

Several disciples swarmed up to support them, and He Fengyang led others to meet them quickly.

The two elders fell to the ground like weightless, twitching for a while, and finally stopped shaking.

Di Qing stepped forward together with the seat holder, checked the breath of the two of them, his face became more and more serious.

"I'm out of breath." He Fengyang sighed, looked up at the top of the Soul Rescue Tower, and frowned involuntarily.

Unexpectedly, in the middle of the night, the Soul Rescue Tower was restless again.

"What happened to the Soul Tower? There have been frequent incidents recently."

"The lord of the ground hall has come down."

"It's the Lord of the Temple of the Earth."

Someone cried out in surprise, and saw a middle-aged man in white, with an ethereal aura floating down from the tower.

"See the Venerable of the Temple of the Earth." All the disciples bowed and saluted with respectful expressions on their faces.

Di Yuanshan stood with his hands behind his back and nodded slightly with a smile, looking at his disciples with kind eyes.

"Yuanshan." The seatmaster He Fengyang quickly walked in front of him, "How is the situation above?"

"Very bad." Di Yuanshan frowned slightly and sighed.

"Recently, that guy has frequent seizures, and I'm afraid he is about to reach his limit."

"In my opinion, we should gather another manpower to strengthen the Soul Locking Formation."

He Fengyang was taken aback, "Has it reached that point?"

Strengthening the soul-locking array can certainly seal the opponent better, but it is too exhausting for everyone.

In the past, the Soul Locking Formation was strengthened every three years, but now... it was only strengthened in the first half of the year. If this happens again, all the elders who are in retreat will have to be invited out.

"Master, this matter must not be sloppy." Di Yuanshan said seriously, "Recently, that guy has been making frequent movements, as if he is about to wake up."

"If that's the case, I'm afraid that you and I, the entire Hanging Sword Peak combined...can't resist it."

He Fengyang's heart tightened, and he nodded quickly, "What the Venerable Didian said is very true."

"Since that's the case, well, I will immediately send someone to invite a few elders to leave the customs."

"We will strengthen the soul-locking formation again in seven days."

Di Yuanshan turned his hand, revealing three short black nails in his palm.

"Soul-locking nail." Di Qing blurted out, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"That's right." Di Yuanshan took a deep breath, "This time, the old man has to resort to the means of pressing the bottom of the box."

"Nine soul-locking nails are the best, but now there are only three left, so I can only make use of them."

He Fengyang let out a long sigh of relief, "Then everything is due to the Lord Laodidian."

Di Yuanshan turned to the sky with his hands behind his back, and cast a glance in the direction of the top floor of the Soul Suppression Pagoda, and a gleam of coldness flashed across his eyes.

Di Qing followed his gaze and looked up the tower.

A roar that was neither human nor beast suppressed the pain faintly passed into his ears.

"Could it be that you are summoning the group?" Di Qing murmured.

(End of this chapter)