"Well, it doesn't matter what I become." Qiao Yiqing nodded.

Lan Yuemei saw that she was dedicating to Xuan Mingche at all times, feeling sad and distressed.

"Okay, since that's the case, I will instruct the witch to enter the temple to do it."

After the words came, Lan Yuemei raised her voice, gave a careful order to the palace maid who came in, and warned Qiao Yiqing again: "You will no longer be Qiao Yiqing in the future. Have you really thought it through?"

Qiao Yiqing nodded: "I think it through, I will never regret it."

"Then should I call you poppy?" Lan Yuemei recalled the romantic days, the days when poppy belonged only to him, and the corners of her mouth were lightly raised.

Qiao Yiqing shook her head: "No, poppy is a matter in her previous life. I will call her Xiaoyao in this life! From now on, I will be free and free, and I will never be bound or care about it."

Lan Yuemei nodded, and her solemn expression finally showed a hint of joy: "Okay, I want to see you happy and see you freely."

“What do I need to reshape my true body?”

"You just need to lie in the ice coffin in the secret room, and the witch will draw your soul out and recall Qiao Yiqing's soul. Your soul will be put into the soul bottle, and you can reshape your true body through three days and three nights of tempering."

"It's so easy to say. I think those three days and three nights are not easy, right?" Qiao Yiqing knew very well that such tempering must be heart-wrenching.

Lan Yuemei nodded solemnly, her voice unconsciously lowered: "Yes, it's very dangerous, and it's more difficult than going through the heavenly tribulation, so you must be prepared. Only those with strong willpower can pass the test, otherwise-"

"Well, I know." Qiao Yiqing looked serious.

Lan Yuemei held her shoulder reluctantly and stared at her with a complicated expression: "Xiaoyao, I can't live without you. If you die, it means I'm dead. So please survive, not for yourself and for me!"

Qiao Yiqing looked at his affectionate gaze and felt a little embarrassed, but she still agreed: "Well, I will definitely survive. I have my son and so many relatives and friends."

Lan Yuemei held Qiao Yiqing's hand: "Okay, this is what you promised me, and you are not allowed to go back on your word."

At this moment, the palace maid reported to the wizard to meet with him.

Lan Yuemei reluctantly let go of her hand, looked at the wizard who was marching towards her, and asked loudly: "Sir, I need your help."

The wizard is a woman over fifty years old, with a frown on her face, sunken eyes, and a deep look at Qiao Yiqing, as if she had calculated it: "Your Highness wants me to recall the original soul in this girl's body, right?"

Qiao Yiqing was shocked when she heard this, and she knew at a glance that she was not the master of this body.

It seems that there are really two brushes.

Lan Yuemei was much calmer in comparison, nodded slightly, and said solemnly: "Yes, my Highness wants to ask the wizard to summon the original owner in this body and reshape the true body for this girl."

The wizard nodded in a slight way: "It is not difficult to summon souls, it is just reshaping the true body. It requires alien fire and god-level resurrection pills. It is indispensable, otherwise I will forgive the old slave for nothing."

When Qiao Yiqing heard the words, she was happy and said, "Sir, I have a god-level resurrection pill. I don't know if the fire in the underworld works?"

When the wizard heard this, he was obviously a little surprised, "The Fire of Netherworld? The strange fire of Lord Netherworld?"

"Yes, Lord Netherworld teaches me the strange fire. I wonder if I can help the wizard with help?" Qiao Yiqing was quite calm, saying that Netherworld Fire seemed to be just an inconspicuous ordinary flame.

Lord Wizard couldn't help but look at her differently and nodded repeatedly: "For those who possess the power of Yin Evil, the fire of the Netherworld is the most powerful fire among the strange fires, so the girl is about to reshape her true body."

"Okay, since that's the case, please ask Lord Wizard for advice." Qiao Yiqing held her fists respectfully, very humble.

The wizard nodded and said to Lan Yuemei: "Your Highness, please move to the secret room, and the old slave will start to summon souls."

Lan Yuemei nodded quickly: "Okay!"

After saying that, he walked to the four corners of the hall, rotated the vases in four directions, and then suddenly opened a hole in the center of the hall. After a closer look, there were a long list of steps below the hole.

Qiao Yiqing didn't expect that in this bedroom, the most hidden secret room was hidden in the least secret place.

Sure enough, the most dangerous place is the safest place.

The wizard raised his hand to ask for Lan Yuemei and Qiao Yiqing: "Your Highness, please, girl."

Lan Yuemei took the lead in entering the secret room, and Qiao Yiqing followed closely behind.

Soon, the three of them came to the center of the secret room, where a coffin made of ice crystals was placed, emitting a faint cold air.

Qiao Yiqing shivered by the cold that was coming to her face, and she couldn't help but be surprised that the temperature here was a little lower than that of the Han Palace.

At this time, the wizard took out the soul bottle from his arms and Liang showed it to Qiao Yiqing: "This is the soul bottle. When your soul leaves the body, it will enter here. The soul bottle needs to be burned by the strange fire, so throw your Nether Fire and the God-level Resurrection Pill into the soul bottle."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Yiqing took out the divine elixir she had refined and threw it into the soul bottle. Then, a dark force erupted from both hands and threw it into the soul bottle.

At this moment, the soul bottle suddenly burst out with sparks and made a violent thunder sound, and then the entire soul bottle was burned red and turned into a small stove in an instant.

Seeing this, the wizard nodded with satisfaction, took out the scepter of his practice, and told Qiao Yiqing again: "Girl, lie in the ice coffin, relax your whole body, and empty your mind. The old slave will soon let your soul leave your body."

Qiao Yiqing came to the ice coffin as she said, and a refreshing chill came fiercely, which made her gasp in her air conditioning.

When the ice coffin was covered, the surroundings were filled with evil spirits, surrounding her, but it was extremely comfortable.

Perhaps, it was too consistent with her evil spirit, and she felt as if she had found a soulmate.

From now on, she will be the reincarnation of Asura, and her name is Xiaoyao!

After making up his mind, Xiaoyao closed her eyes and entered a state of venting.

After a long time, she felt that she had become light and as if she had become an immortal.

When she opened her eyes again, the scenes around her changed, and they were red as if they had entered the burning stove.

Xiaoyao woke up in shock and thought that it was the soul bottle here.

The burning of the Netherworld Fire caused the power of evil to spread everywhere. At this time, they all rushed towards Qiao Yiqing, wrapping her around and wrapping her, like pairs of mother's hands touching her child intimately.

Qiao Yiqing sighed comfortably, and her soul unconsciously followed the power of the evil spirit.

After a while, she saw a huge gear, which was spinning slowly, bursting out an arrogant force.

Xiaoyao walked in slowly, feeling the huge waves brought by the gears, and was secretly shocked.

What is this thing? Even if you get close, you can't withstand the power of this eruption.

When Xiaoyao was amazed, Yu Guang glanced at the sign next to the gear, which read a note: "The reincarnation gear, reshaping the true body of the soul, requires entering the gear, and enduring the crushing of three days and three nights. Those who pass the wheel reshape the true body, and those who fail will be wiped out."

Looking at the words above, Qiao Yiqing already felt the danger.

She was destroyed and her soul was scattered. Once she failed, she would completely disappear into this world.

Therefore, you can only succeed, not fail.

Thinking of this, Xiaoyao gritted her teeth and strode towards the gears.

The soul rushed into the gears with a powerful suction force. The slow-rotating gear suddenly received Xiao Yao's soul and immediately rotated like a chicken blood.

A sharp tingling pain penetrated Xiaoyao's soul, colliding everywhere in the depths of her soul, gears crushed her brain heavily, and her nerves were like countless needles piercing her head, like countless trucks rolling over her body, as if they were about to blow Xiaoyao into juice.

Her willpower broke through the limit and kept breaking records.

Every time you endure it, it will be a qualitative sublimation.

Soon, the soul becomes stronger-

Xiaoyao, Yinyao, was so painful that she was already unconscious. She seemed to give up and could no longer bear such pain.

She felt that she couldn't do it anymore, and felt that she would be scattered in the next second.

However, she promised Lan Yuemei that she had to take care of her son and she also wanted to find an antidote for Xuan Mingche.

No! She has to persevere, and she will be willing to persevere even if she is crushed into slurry.

Strengthening her will, she let out a long roar towards the sky, and a shrill and sharp voice rushed out of the soul bottle, scaring the restless Lan Yuemei outside to shudder.

"Sir, how about she? What's wrong with her in the soul bottle?"

The wizard handed Lan Yuemei a peaceful smile: "I see that this girl is in front of her. Although she is a body of Yinsha and possesses the fate of Tiansha Lone Star, she has received some kind of protection, so there will be no problem."

"Some kind of power? What is that?" Lan Yuemei murmured in surprise.

The wizard shook his head: "I can't figure out what specific power I have."

When Lan Yuemei heard this, she frowned in thought. Thinking of Xiaoyao's identity, she suddenly realized. Has she ever received the protection of the Ghost King?

Thinking of this, Lan Yuemei completely calmed down.

But Xiaoyao in the soul bottle was tortured to the point of being tortured.

After suffering all the suffering, her soul was covered in blood and there was no good place.

But that's it, the soul is full of tenacity. No matter how it is torn and crushed, it will not be broken or separated.

Gradually, gradually, a layer of tender flesh began to float on the surface of the soul, spreading throughout the body from the navel.

The gears were still spinning, and the shrill sound was still floating, but the energy around them was gathering towards the gears, as if they were sucked in by a black hole.

At this time, the resurrection pill in the soul bottle flew into Xiaoyao's soul-

Three days and three nights passed quickly, and Lan Yuemei had been impatient for a long time.

"Sir, when will she come out?"

The wizard sat cross-legged in front of the ice coffin, kept muttering unknown spells in his mouth, and occasionally the scepter in his hand flew.

At this moment, she suddenly opened her eyes and showed a knowing smile: "The soul has finally returned to her position!"
Chapter completed!