Chapter 467 The Sleeping Wind Spirit

Shi Jueming is very talented as a general, and he will be a god general in the demon spirit world in the future, and when Ze Lan went to the queen's palace in the name of his wife, Ze Lian and the others were frightened for a while.

Of course, this is just an afterthought, so I won't mention it for now.

He Xiaoyao stood under the roof of a palace, watching quietly, looking at the two people who looked at each other and smiled in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The corners of his mouth could not help but bend.

At night, the stars dotted the lonely night again, and the evening wind was blowing slowly.

He Xiaoyao went to the high priest.

"are you ready??"

The high priest wore a black and loose robe, and his beard and hair were all white.

In such a lonely night, his body seemed to have merged with the night.

"Okay! Let's start!"

He Xiaoyao closed his eyes slightly, his expression was very indifferent, as if he didn't care, but his slightly trembling eyelashes had already betrayed his mood.

The high priest glanced at him and sighed vaguely.

He read a few formulas in his mouth, and his hands slightly drew circles in front of He Xiaoyao's body.

His hands were moving, and every movement was rendered with a red light.

Accompanied by that ray of red light, He Xiaoyao's chest vibrated.

It seems that there is something that is about to break through the chest cavity and break free from it.

Beads of sweat gradually dripped down on He Xiaoyao's stunning face.

His brows couldn't help but wrinkled.

The pain seemed to spread from the bottom of my heart, to all my limbs, to every blood and every nerve.

The high priest's hand became faster and faster, and the red light in the palm of his hand became more and more red.

In the dark night, the bright room that was suddenly illuminated turned red indistinctly.

He Xiaoyao's chest also seemed to have something about to come out.

"what……"

Finally, He Xiaoyao couldn't bear the excruciating pain and screamed.

With his scream, the red light disappeared and was replaced by streaks of white light.

He Xiaoyao staggered and took a few steps back.

"This is Feng Ling!?"

He looked at the snow-white shining sphere in front of him, suspended in mid-air.

He had seen Hua Qianning's Fire Spirit, which not only could speak, but also spew out flames.

He will never forget that the fire spirit burned a mutated lynx with a mouthful of fire.

"Yes."

The high priest held the wind spirit in the palm of his hand.

"Aren't the ancient spirits able to speak??"

At least, everyone around Hua Qianning had foreheads like this, but why did this Feng Ling look like a dead thing?

"This wind spirit was like this when it was brought back from the demon world. It seemed to be in a deep sleep, because you used it to protect your heart, so there is no serious problem, but as you said, that person is going to use it Opening the door of the sanctuary will awaken this wind spirit."

"Wake up, how to wake up??"

He Xiaoyao frowned slightly, Feng Ling found it and took it out, but he didn't expect there would be so much trouble.

"I don't know how to wake it up, maybe people in the demon world will know!?"

The high priest stared at Feng Ling in his palm with eyes like torches.

"Then I'll send this over to them. That's all I can do. They'll do everything by themselves."

He Xiaoyao said, his hand involuntarily placed on his chest again.

(End of this chapter)

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