The scope of the Holy Son Star is very large. When the six great masters worked together to condense the stars, all the facilities were naturally perfect.

Of course, Tongtian Realm cannot create things in the void. The condensation of the six great masters is actually to absorb the small stars that have been stored by the sects for a long time and seal them together with prohibitions.

For example, behind the Linghu Lake is a rolling palace community with all kinds of things. Originally, according to the status of "Beidou Holy Son", many guardians and servants were sent to the Holy Son Star to serve. Even countless disciples of the seven branches of the true transmission were eager to get along with the Holy Son and get this great opportunity.

But Ye Wuque chose to refuse. He likes quietness and does not need anyone to serve him.

However, if the eldest brother wants to come, they can come at any time. Ye Wuque has given permission, and so do several chief disciples such as Wu Wentian.

At this moment, Ye Wuque and Wu Wentian were walking side by side on a path that looked like fire. The red was not a real flame, but a field of maple leaves.

On both sides of the path were maple trees, and the maple leaves fell and dyed the ground red. With the breeze, it gave people a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere.

Soon, the two of them walked to the end of the path, where there was an elegant house called... Fenglingxuan, and Fan Qinghui was sent to it.

After opening the door of Fenglingxuan, Ye Wuque walked in. A bed was in front of him, and a beautiful woman in a white dress was sleeping on it.

"Alas, only the sleeping Junior Sister Fan is the same as the Junior Sister Fan at the beginning. When Junior Sister Fan appeared at the coronation ceremony before, that posture was really too crazy."

Wu Wentian looked at the sleeping woman on the bed and spoke with emotion.

This beautiful woman was naturally Fan Qinghui. She was taken away by Ba Lao for resettlement at the coronation ceremony. However, after learning that Fan Qinghui was enslaved by the soul, she was sent here after the birth of the Holy Son Star. After all, under such circumstances, only Ye Wuque could save Fan Qinghui.

"Sister Fan has become a soul slave and lost her true nature. The negative emotions in her heart are infinitely magnified. She obeys her master's orders and is naturally extremely crazy."

Ye Wuque said lightly.

"I still have to trouble you, Junior Brother Ye. In fact, Sister Fan has a very good personality. She has always been kind and gentle. In the eyes of the seven disciples of the true transmission, her popularity was the highest."

Wu Wentian said with a hint of tenderness.

However, this has nothing to do with love, but more of a brother-sister relationship, just like Ye Wuque and Xian'er in Murong's family.

Before Ye Wuque and the Kaiyang lineage, and before Yue Wuji rose to power, the only peerless human kings of the entire Beidou Daoji Sect were Wu Wentian and Fan Qinghui.

The two naturally had a deep friendship, growing up together, practicing together, and even entering the ninth level realm together later.

Originally, in the eyes of the entire sect, it was thought that Wu Wentian and Fan Qinghui would eventually get together. After all, the golden boy and jade girl were too well matched. In fact, the two regarded each other as brothers and sisters in their hearts.

Therefore, when Fan Qinghui suddenly changed his mind and wanted to travel around the world on the way to the Star Domain battlefield, Wu Wentian was still a little reluctant, after all, they had been together day and night for a long time.

Ye Wuque did not speak, but nodded slowly. He walked to Fan Qinghui's side, first stretched out a finger and pointed at Fan Qinghui's white wrist, and a trace of holy fighting spirit flowed into the other's body. This was to check Fan Qinghui's injuries.

"The recovery is good, it has recovered 70% to 80%, and the injury will not be an obstacle."

Ye Wuque immediately walked behind Fan Qinghui's head, stretched out his right hand, and aimed at Fan Qinghui's top of the head in the air.

However, at this moment, a trace of solemnity flashed in Ye Wuque's bright eyes.

He was a little worried.

He couldn't be sure whether it was the soul power left in Fan Qinghui's body by Luo Beihuang or the body of Luo Beihuang that enslaved Fan Qinghui!

If it was the former, then there would be no problem. After all, the soul power had been killed by the white jade bead left by Kong and no longer existed.

But if it was the latter...

then it would be a bit difficult! After all     ,

Ye Wuque had personally experienced the horror of Luo Beihuang. It can be said that if there were no white jade beads left by Kong, what would he look like now? Ye Wuque didn't even want to imagine it. Buzz!     A perfect colorless halo suddenly appeared behind Ye Wuque's head, jumping and perfect, making Ye Wuque look like a great Buddhist, saving the world and being compassionate.     The next moment, Ye Wuque gently closed his eyes, and the vast compassionate light immediately flowed into Fan Qinghui's soul space along his right hand!     Ye Wuque began a careful and meticulous investigation!     In an instant, the room became dead silent!     Wu Wentian was waiting on the side, but for some reason he suddenly felt a suffocating sense of majesty coming from Ye Wuque, as if he was taking it seriously, and his face became solemn.     This immediately made Wu Wentian a little nervous!     Time passed little by little...     but it was as long as a long night!     Until a certain moment, Ye Wuque suddenly opened his eyes, as if he was relieved!     "Fortunately, it was only that spiritual power that enslaved Senior Sister Fan, not the body of Emperor Luo Bei!"     After a careful inspection, Ye Wuque finally confirmed this.     Then the next thing is simple. That spiritual power has been removed. In fact, according to the relationship between the soul slave and the master, once the master dies, the soul slave must also perish.     Dangkong's power is unimaginable, and the method of erasing the spiritual power is too advanced, which seems to have exceeded the imaginable level, so Fan Qinghui did not perish with her, but just fell into a deep sleep.     Buzz!     The colorless halo spread in Fan Qinghui's soul space, and went directly to the deepest part, that is, her soul, at an extremely fast speed!     Ye Wuque had entered once before at the coronation ceremony, and now he revisited the old place.     At the end of the dim flame space, the previous dark golden altar still existed, but it was dim. The vast compassionate light came here and immediately turned into a colorful big hand and slapped it hard!     Crack!     Without the blessing of the power of Luo Beihuang's soul, this dark golden altar was already extremely fragile. It was directly blown up and completely shattered!

Immediately, Fan Qinghui's soul space became bright again!

Under Ye Wuque's in-depth gaze, he saw a ghost-like figure slowly floating up from the destroyed altar. It was the soul of Fan Qinghui's self-will.

However, at this moment, this soul was floating, and it seemed unable to merge with the body again, like a rootless duckweed.