The metaphysics princess fortune-telling spirit, the abstinent and cruel king is addicted to pets

Qingwu tore the talisman into pieces and said angrily, "She created the talisman by herself. The amount of spiritual power I used just now will be the same as the power of this thunder!"

In other words, he was fighting against his spiritual power the whole time!

Yan Hu was surprised, "She...she has such attainments."

Qingwu rolled his eyes at him and said coldly:

"Your mother should have told you her identity, right? But she may not have said it in detail."

"She is the God of Hades, so she can control ghost fire."

"How can she become a god if she doesn't even have this achievement?"

Yan Hu was greatly shocked.

Immortal cultivators are either strong-willed or like to be worshiped by others.

And he happened to be Mu Qiang's.

I didn’t expect Nan Li to have such status and origin!
No wonder they used a trick to subdue her.

Even an immortal can't completely resist the ghostly fire that restrains spiritual power, right?
She is the only one in the world!
Inexplicably, his heart beat very fast.

Qingwu naturally didn't know what he was thinking. After he solved the phantom mirror, he suddenly thought of something and quickly went to a place relying on his previous memory.

Seeing that there was nothing under the tree, and the talisman he once used was thrown on the ground, he was so angry that he stepped out of it, making a big hole.

"I am a step too slow!"

Ye Wuwei's body has been taken away.

Yan Hu couldn't help but tremble when he saw Qing Wu's face as dark as the bottom of a pot, "Father, why do you say that?"

Qingwu didn't explain anything to him, and ordered four elders to search nearby, hoping to find Nan Li's whereabouts.

But back then, Ye Wuwei buried the glass bottle near Feishuang Valley.

After Nanli passed through the tribulation, he first healed Ci Nian, then sensed a breath from the talisman on the glass bottle and found Ye Wuwei's body.

Because of Qingwu's talisman, not only was Ye Wuye's soul unable to leave his body, but his body also showed no signs of decay.

She took Ye Wuwei's body back.

Ci Nian's injury has improved.

He regained some strength, squinted his eyes, carefully looked at the body that Nan Li brought back, and said, "Isn't this the great elder of Feishuang Valley?"

From the look of the corpse, he knew that Ye Wuwei suffered a lot before his death.

Nan Li had expected it early and said, "She hid the glass bottle here."

Cinian raised her eyebrows, "What's going on?"

Ye Wushen hid the glass bottle here, so why did she suffer such a vicious attack?
"Just ask and you will know."

Nan Li took out the Star Pen.

Even if she took off the talisman, Ye Wuwei's soul was still locked in the body and could not be extracted at all.

She drew a talisman and struck it on the corpse.

Not long after, several strands of soul emerged from the seven orifices of the corpse, and then slowly condensed into a soul.

Although he has been unable to reincarnate, Ye Wuwei's soul is still extremely pure and has no resentment.

Ye Wuye was stunned when he saw Nan Li, and immediately took a few steps back.

Because she could feel Nan Li's intimidating power.

Now that Nan Li has recovered some memory, she understands why Ye Wuwei reacted like this.

Because she has recovered some of the power of Hades, all the ghosts in the world will be afraid of her when they see her. "You don't have to be afraid. I just want to ask why you buried the glass bottle here." Nan Li asked.

Only then did Ye Wuye notice that there were fragments of a glass bottle on the ground not far away.

Despite her fear, she slowly stepped forward and looked at Nan Li's face: "Are you...are you that god?"

Otherwise, how could the power in the glass bottle be easily used by her?
You know, it is not an easy task to refine other people's inner elixirs and bones and blood.

Nan Li nodded slightly: "It's me."

Ye Wuwei smiled contentedly and saluted Nan Li: "I didn't expect that I could wait for this day so quickly. Although Feishuang Valley's sins are heavy, at least some of them have been repaid."

Then, she talked about what she knew and experienced.

Of course, she only told him in one sentence how Qingwu brutally killed him.

Ci Nian shed tears as she listened, "Elder Ye, you... ugh!"

Nan Li was silent for a long time, and finally said: "Thank you very much."

Ye Wuye shook his head gently: "If it weren't for my nephew's confusion, how could you have experienced such pain? Your thank you will only make me feel even more ashamed."

"You are you and she is her. I will not blame you." Nan Li said.

Ye Wuwei said: "But for these thousands of years, I have also used your power to practice. We are all unforgivable."

"But you don't know." Nan Li said, slowly raising her hand, condensing a lot of spiritual power, "Actually, when I first knew my identity, I wanted to kill all the upper world for revenge."

Ye Wuxin sighed.

"It's normal for you to be so psychological."

"But then I found you and saw you." Nan Li looked indifferent, but there was a rare trace of warmth in her eyes.

"I?"

"Yes, even if some people betray me or harm me, there are still people who are willing to protect me and stick to the justice in their hearts." Nan Li stared at Ye Wuwei with a sonorous voice.

Ci Nian nodded with tears in her eyes.

Yes, yes, he is among them.

Ye Wuwei smiled shamefully: "I don't dare to take it. I think my master gave me this name back then, just because he wanted me to be worthy of heaven and earth. I did it. I am worthy of heaven and earth, and worthy of my master."

Nan Li paused, "Before I send you to the underworld, what is your wish?"

How could Ye Wuwei dare to have any wishes?

But she thought of the disciples in her sect, and could only say shamelessly: "Actually, most of the female cultivators in my sect are poor people, and they have no idea about the glass bottle. But Qingwu's blood washed Feishuang Valley, and their current situation It should be very difficult. If you see them being harmed, please help them."

Nan Li didn't think it was difficult.

She nodded and said: "Since I can see them, they are all destined to me. If I see them in trouble, I will definitely help them."

"Thank you." Ye Wushen said, "This way, I can go with peace of mind."

Nan Li took out a spirit-locking bag and let Ye Wuye in first: "There is a magic circle in the upper realm. I can't summon the gate of the underworld. When I get out of the upper realm, I will send you there."

Ye Wuwei naturally had no objection and entered the spirit-locking bag.

Afterwards, Nan Li offered up a few more puppet talismans and asked the paper man to dig a big hole and bury Ye Wuwei's body.

Ci Nian couldn't help but feel sad.

Looking at Nan Li again, she had no other expression from beginning to end, her face was always cold.

"Donor Nanli, are you...are you okay? If you feel uncomfortable, it will make you feel better if you cry." Ci Nian comforted her.

Yun Jianchu also shouted: "Yes, you cry! Even if you are a god, you still have the right to cry and be sad!" (End of Chapter)