In the early morning of the next day, Marquis Xiling received a message from the palace, which was also sent using the Thousand Mile Telephone Telephone Note.
The Marquis of Xiling opened the talisman in his hand, and there were a few lines of small characters written on it, turning the sounds into shapes, and the shapes into words!
"Marquis of Xiling, I heard from the monks below that in the royal mausoleum, there will be a very heavy resentment in the future, and even terrible resentment soul crystals have formed. After you enter the royal mausoleum and destroy the battle soul of King Yan, remember
Bring the soul crystal back to the palace, and I will ask people to use the national treasure Soul Suppressing Pearl to suppress this soul crystal forever! Remember, if the soul crystal is not removed, the royal mausoleum will never have peace..."
The Marquis of Xiling frowned: "I see. Why are there always hauntings in this royal tomb? It turns out that the resentment of the dead souls has crystallized."
In the morning of that day, Marquis Xiling summoned everyone to the meeting hall.
The decoration of this main hall is simple and not luxurious, but the layout is very elegant. You can tell at a glance that Marquis Xiling is a person who has a very good taste in life...
After everyone arrived, Marquis Xiling briefly talked about the current situation.
He also told everyone that there may have been crystallization of resentment in the royal mausoleum. If this thing is possessed by King Yan's fighting spirit, it may not be easy to deal with. The power of resentment is a very terrifying ability that transcends the five elements.
Spiritual power, even the scope of alien spiritual power. This time, everyone must work together.
At this time, Ling Xiao asked: "Master Hou, I wonder what level of cultivation that King Yan's fighting spirit is equivalent to?"
The Marquis of Xiling answered without thinking: "That thing should be regarded as the top grade demon soul!"
"The top level?" Ling Xiao thought for a while: "That is equivalent to the peak of the middle stage of Yuanxu... Then Lord Marquis, how did you suppress that thing in the first place? Do you have a way to deal with this King Yan's fighting spirit?
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The Marquis of Xiling shook his head: "I am no match for him in a single fight. It was the three great national masters of our dynasty who joined forces to seal King Yan's fighting spirit!"
"Three great national masters?" Ling Xiao was confused.
The Marquis of Xiling waved his hand and pointed: "Look! There are still portraits of the three great Imperial Masters hanging there. Our Xiling Marquis Mansion has enshrined the three great Imperial Masters all year round!"
"Uh... Then I don't know, where are the three great national masters now?" Ling Xiao originally wanted to ask why Mao and the others didn't come to deal with the affairs of their own country, but instead had to wait for someone to help him in Xiling. But Ling Xiao
Xiao was not embarrassed to ask like this.
The Marquis of Xiling sighed: "Alas...many years ago, there was a turmoil in our country! At that time, Yongzhou and Jinzhou went to war, and the Jinzhou country was retreating steadily. But I didn't expect that they actually used the power of the cultivation world despicably.
A group of monks broke into the palace and abducted the prince, who is now the king! At that time, the three great national masters, together with the masters in the palace, and the Taoist friends from three groups who came to help, chased and intercepted the group of monks. Later,
The other party fled separately, and the three great national masters chased the strongest monk on the other side. Unfortunately, that guy was an existence in the late Yuanxu period... The three great national masters fought with that man, and one of them disappeared, and another was killed on the spot.
Although one person came back with the prince, because his injuries were too serious, he became delirious after he came back..."
"Have you become a fool?" Yi Yun's words were a bit indifferent. The Xiling Marquis had a sullen look on his face, and Jiang Fan quickly tugged on Yi Yun's sleeve.
Listening to this story, Yi Yun always felt that it was very familiar, even very familiar. He didn't know why, but he always felt as if he had experienced it himself. And why he said the malicious words just now, he was very worried about it.
It's strange, just looking at the portraits of those three people, I feel familiar...
"That middle-aged man, why does it look like..." Yi Yun fell into deep thought...
"Master Marquis, I have something important to report! You..." The man looked up and saw that there were so many people here, so he didn't say anything directly.
The Marquis of Xiling waved his hand: "Let's go! Let's go out and talk!"
The Marquis of Xiling went out, leaving the monks from the three sects and the three men carrying swords in the hall to wait for a while.