Soul summoning, a top-grade Taoist art, comes from the immortal Dharma "soul returns".

    When a complete soul returns, it can summon souls, condense three souls, gather seven souls and bring the dead back to life.

    This is a very rare immortal method, and it is very difficult to practice.

    In Xiao Changfeng''s memory, there are only three or five people who can return their souls and practice completely.

    One of the most famous is the king of hell, who is in charge of the underworld.

    of course.

    Xiao Changfeng will not teach Xue Feixian the complete soul return Xi.

    Evocation is just one of them.

    It can only summon souls, and there are many restrictions.

    But it''s OK for Xue Feixian and the soul in red to meet.

    It is not difficult for Xiao Changfeng to teach this skill.

    But in other people''s ears, it is very shocking.

    "Changfeng, what did you say just now? Soul summoning? How is this possible!"

    Lin Ruoyu was stunned for a moment. Mei Mou stared at Xiao Changfeng in disbelief.

    "Yes, master Xiao, the soul is invisible and even more elusive. I''ve never heard of being able to attract the dead soul. Is this... Is this true?"

    Zhao Sanqing''s voice was trembling, hard to believe, but he also looked forward to it.

    He hoped that what Xiao Changfeng said was true.

    Because he watched Xue Feixian degenerate and decadent with his own eyes. If he could untie Xue Feixian''s heart knot.

    I''m afraid the invincible sword emperor, who is full of spirit and a sword flying immortal, can come back again.

    Although Lu Wenjie was surprised, he was not as shocked as Lin Ruoyu and Zhao Sanqing.

    He practiced the hell Bodhi Sutra, among which there were magic and supernatural powers related to ghosts.

    Therefore, he believed in Xiao Changfeng''s soul summoning technique.

    "What!"

    Xue Feixian stood up with a shocking slap, and the thick rocks were shattered by his breath.

    But Xue Feixian didn''t pay attention at all. He just looked at Xiao Changfeng in horror.

    Summon souls?

    I''m afraid saints can''t do this.

    Besides, he had never heard of such martial arts.

    From a rational point of view, he won''t believe it.

    But emotionally, he wanted what Xiao Changfeng said to be true.

    Goodbye, red.

    This is something he yearns for and can''t get.

    If you can really let him see the red again.

    He is willing to pay any price.

    "You don''t have to worry about the authenticity of this skill. Just promise me to help me find my mother, and I will teach you the soul summoning skill. After you practice it, you can summon the dead in red."

    Xiao Changfeng said slowly, with his hands on his back and staring into Xue Feixian''s eyes.

    Xue Feixian closed her eyes and her face was blue and white.

    It''s obviously a fierce psychological struggle.

    He doesn''t believe Xiao Changfeng.

    Regardless of the news learned from Zhao Sanqing.

    Or the Qinglong mountain, which is comparable to the holy land.

    All of them prove that Xiao Changfeng in front of him is very different from his impression of the ninth prince.

    It was just a timid feeling near the hometown that made him hesitate.

    More like a dream of excitement, difficult to calm.

    "Master Xiao, as long as you can let me see red clothes, I will accept any conditions!"

    A moment later, Xue Feixian opened his eyes fiercely and said firmly.

    "Good!"

    Xiao Changfeng smiled and immediately pointed like a sword at the center of Xue Feixian''s eyebrows.

    Suddenly, the divine consciousness disappeared and taught him the magic of soul summoning.

    "It''s difficult to cultivate this skill, and there are many restrictions. Every time you use it, you will exhaust your ten-year life. Moreover, the soul you call can''t be spoken or touched. You can only look at Yin and Yang."

    Xiao Changfeng opened his mouth and explained slowly.

    Although soul summoning is a top-grade Taoist art, it has little power.

    We need to cooperate with the return of a complete soul to bring the dead back to life.

    Moreover, the cultivation of this skill is also very complex and troublesome.

    Even with Xue Feixian''s strength, it can''t be practiced without three or five years.

    "Of course, if you can become a saint in your lifetime and practice this technique to the realm, you can always be called in your body. Although Yin and yang are separated, you can always be around."

    Xiao Changfeng spoke again and gave Xue Feixian hope.

    Poop!

    A dull voice sounded!

    Xue Feixian''s face was filled with incomparable excitement.

    Instantly knelt down to Xiao Changfeng:

    "Thank you, master Xiao."

    Men have gold under their knees, especially people like Xue Feixian.

    It''s hard for him to bow down, let alone kneel down sincerely.

    I''m afraid Emperor Wu is not qualified.

    But at this time, for their loved ones, for a glimmer of hope.

    He knelt down in front of Xiao Changfeng.

    Such a temperament, although kneeling, but standing straighter than anyone.

    This scene shocked Zhao Sanqing and others.

    Xue Feixian knelt down?

    This... How is this possible?

    Especially Zhao Sanqing.

    He knows his younger martial brother better than anyone else.

    Even the Holy Land dare to break through, even the saints dare to kill.

    Once I did not worship heaven or earth, but knelt down to my parents and teachers.

    Even if ten thousand enemies are around, they will still break it with one sword.

    Today, however, he knelt down.

    This scene shocked Zhao Sanqing''s soul.

    "Hall leader Zhao, take leader Xue to heal his wounds. He has just recovered from a serious illness. Let him drink less wine."

    Xiao Changfeng nodded and spoke to Zhao Sanqing.

    At this time, Xue Feixian recovered from his serious illness and was so excited.

    At present, his most important thing is to recover first.

    Otherwise, all talk is empty.

    "OK."

    Zhao Sanqing nodded slightly, and then took Xue Feixian to another attic. Lu Wenjie followed up to help.

    Xiao Changfeng still appreciates Xue Feixian.

    This is a true swordsman with a gentleman''s style.

    Man is like a sword, and the sword follows love.

    Although trapped in hatred, he is still magnanimous and aggressive.

    Xiao Changfeng taught him soul Summoning Skills. First, it was for the sad and beautiful love between him and Luo Hongyi.

    Second, I appreciate him.

    Of course, let him find the news of his mother for himself is also one of the reasons.

    After all, Xue Feixian is powerful, famous and in a high position.

    With such a helper, why not.

    "Changfeng, I have something to tell you!"

    Suddenly Lin Ruoyu''s voice sounded.

    Xiao Changfeng turned and saw the glittering light in Lin Ruoyu''s beautiful eyes.

    In his eyes, he was hesitant, worried, nervous and firm.

    Seeing Lin Ruoyu like this, Xiao Changfeng can''t guess her mind.

    Suddenly smiled, stretched out his palm and touched Lin Ruoyu''s white face.

    "I guess you''re worried about the holy land behind you, aren''t you?"

    Xue Feixian''s story has given Lin Ruoyu some moving and vigilance.

    Because their stories are so similar to Xue Feixian.

    Behind Lin Ruoyu, it is also a holy land with profound heritage.

    She was worried that the story of Xue Feixian and Luo Hongyi would not be repeated on them.

    See Lin Ruoyu gently nodded.

    Xiao Changfeng grabbed Lin Ruoyu''s small hand and showed a confident look on his face.

    "You are not in red, nor am I Lord Xue. If you rain, no matter how huge the holy land behind you is, you can''t stop me. If you want, even in this world, I''ll get it for you."