Wanbao Lady

Chapter 486: The Blooming of the Heart Lamp

Hearing this, Chongfan couldn't help but look at the ghost master in front of him in surprise.

Is this... figured out?

She tried to probe the other person's expression imperceptibly, but saw that he was smiling, with a firm look in his eyes, and a hint of pleading.

There is not a single flaw.

She nodded slowly and said, "It would be great if the Ghost Lord could really carry this out. By then, if the situation in your country has really improved, it would be fine to vacate a seat."

If the other party can really keep their word, then that's fine.

If you fail to do so, or go back on your word later, don't blame her for being ruthless and taking back your authority.

Hearing this, the Ghost Lord was overjoyed and immediately cupped his hands, "Then I, the King, would like to thank the Queen first!"

-

An hour later.

When the person was completely sent away and disappeared, the ghost master's smile on his face slowly faded.

When he returned to the palace, he seemed to remember something and asked casually, "By the way, did the servants serve the queen this morning?"

Upon hearing this, a servant bowed his head respectfully and said, "Reporting to the Ghost Master, the Queen did not ask anyone to serve her."

Hearing this, the ghost master nodded calmly, "Sure enough, you still won't budge."

He waved his hand and said casually: "Alright, let's take him to the Soul Slicing Platform!"

The attendant shuddered slightly and said awkwardly, "But Ghost Master, these monks were carefully found by you and the masters..."

Before he could finish his words, the Ghost Lord looked at him coldly, "Don't joke!"

With a cold shout, the servants were frightened and dared not say anything more.

"Yes, I will give the order right away!"

-

After leaving the Ghost Country, Chongfan was surprised to find that not far outside the Ghost Country border, there was a large group of familiar people waiting for him.

Not to mention the monks from Yudu Mountain, even Fuluan, Numo Ghost King, and the chief priest of the Cangyuan tribe came!

And behind them, there was a large group of monks, all of them were ready to go.

"Why... are you here?" she asked in surprise.

Hearing this, everyone seemed to be relieved, and then smiled and said, "I'm glad you returned safely."

Hearing this, Chongfan suddenly understood.

It turned out that he was waiting here because he was worried that something might happen to her in the ghost country!

She couldn't help but feel a warm feeling in her heart.

"Thank you all!" She looked at everyone in the audience with an emotional expression.

After briefly recounting her experience in the Ghost Country, she seemed to remember something and said meaningfully, "If you find any Ghost Clan monks outside your borders in the near future, don't panic. After examining them, take them in if you can!"

She sighed softly, "They are all a bunch of pitiful people."

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other in confusion.

-

at the same time.

In the ghost country.

In the bustling city, on the soul-slicing platform.

I saw twenty ghost monks tied up on the stage, their faces pale with fear, but they were unable to break free.

Below the soul-slicing platform, ghosts of all sizes looked up and watched.

Some were quite interested; some were extremely curious; some were numb; some looked sad.

"What did they do wrong to be tied to the soul-slicing platform?"

"Their aura is incompatible with us. Why do you think they were kidnapped?"

"Hiss, they are all big ghosts!"

"Be careful with the soul fragments that will be cut off later, they are valuable stuff!"

Looking at the pairs of greedy eyes below and thinking about the impending torture, the ghost cultivators couldn't help but pray in their hearts.

Goddess bless...

At the same time, I continued to visualize the lotus lantern pattern in the sea of ​​consciousness, visualizing it over and over again.

I don’t know how long they visualized, but to the ghosts’ disappointment, nothing unusual happened.

Seeing that the moment of execution was approaching, perhaps because of the extreme fear that turned into anger, or perhaps because they thought of the injustices they had encountered in the past, several ghost cultivators on the stage suddenly burst into cursing.

"A tyrant! A tyrant!"

"Worms! They are all a bunch of shiny worms!"

"The entire ghost country will be destroyed under your rule sooner or later!"

Hearing this, the executioner's face darkened and he gave the order, "Execute!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of tall, green-faced, fang-toothed executioner demons, each holding a sharp blade emitting a strong ghost aura, stepped forward step by step.

The leading evil ghost had an amused look on his face, with mocking eyes, "You dare to speak so arrogantly when death is imminent!"

Seeing the blade flashing with a sharp cold light, the ghost cultivators were even more frightened and trembling all over. Some even wanted to subconsciously shout for mercy.

At this time, the leading Yangshen ghost said: "Have you forgotten what the queen said? We are cultivators, not slaves! Even if we have to die, we must die standing!"

"That's right! We have knelt long enough in this life! Do we have to kneel again when everything turns to ashes?"

The two ghosts glared at each other, as if they wanted to vent the anger that had been accumulated in their hearts for a lifetime.

Seeing this, the other ghosts seemed to be encouraged. They gradually restrained the embarrassment and misery on their faces. Their faces became tense, as if they were ready to die.

"Oh, I want to see how stubborn you can be under the soul-slicing sword!"

As soon as these words fell, the evil ghosts with green faces and fangs raised the ghost knives in their hands, and watched as the sharp scimitars were about to cut off.

The eyes of the Yangshen ghost tied to the stage turned red with anger and excitement, and he roared loudly: "Even if you turn to ashes, I will curse you and this country. You will never be redeemed!"

From a perspective that no one could see, the lotus lantern pattern in his sea of ​​consciousness seemed to be nourished by rain and dew, and the petals closed around the candle core bloomed layer by layer.

In an instant, golden light shines brightly!

in the real world.

"Ding--"

The sound of metal clashing suddenly came from under the Soul-Slicing Sword.

This sudden change immediately frightened all the ghosts present, so much so that the evil ghosts who were executing the crime stopped what they were doing and looked at the scene in disbelief.

The group of ghosts watching below were in even greater commotion.

"Light! It's golden light!"

"Lanterns?"

"what happened?"

However, above the head of the leading Yangshen ghost cultivator, there was a lotus lamp blooming wildly, emitting bursts of golden light, enveloping him.

And the soul-slicing knife sliced ​​through the golden light.

Seeing this scene, the ghost cultivators tied to the pillars were immediately overjoyed.

"It's the Guardian Light!"

"It's the Queen! Did the Queen hear the call I've been waiting for?"

"You didn't lie to us! Your Majesty didn't lie to us!"

The excitement made him even more courageous.

All of a sudden, lotus lanterns blossomed above the heads of the ghosts, and the field was filled with golden light.

When the golden light disappeared, there was no human figure on the execution platform!