In the blue light column, after the Zen Feng Shura sealed, the face inside changed countless times faster, and even Meng Tianshu could not capture the naked eye. However, Ning Qi and the third prince of Ming could see clearly. Time passed by minute by minute, Qingkong Juanluo kept looking at Ning Qi with horror. He now had no cultivation and did not dare to escape at all, and he did not dare to act rashly, so as not to be slapped to death by the other party. However, Qingkong Juanluo was still thinking about how to inform the Emperor of the Underworld. Only in this way can he save his life today!

“How often do you take the shift here?”

Ning Qi looked at Meng Tianshu.

Ten days have passed, but Zen Feng Shura has not found any results. A layer of cold sweat has emerged from his face, and Ning Qi's expression has gradually become a little unsightly.

“One year.”

Meng Tianshu whispered.

Ning Qi nodded faintly and his eyes fell on Zen Feng Shura. If this person could not find any result in a year, he would not mind suppressing the guy who came to change shifts. Anyway, this time, if he didn't get the result, Ning Qi would not leave the Temple of Reincarnation if he didn't get the result.

There are too many souls coming back from the Temple of Reincarnation. As time passes, Zen Feng Shura still has not found the whereabouts of Wang Xue's soul.

One day, another shift chief clerk walked into the temple. When he saw the scene in front of him, he was a little stunned.

He understood what Zen Feng Shura did, and he did a lot on weekdays. However, as the master of the law enforcement hall, how could Qingkong Juanluo lie on the ground and watch Zen Feng Shura violate discipline in front of him?

Before he could figure this out, Prince Ming San had already appeared in front of him and smiled and said, "Shh!"

The next moment, with a bang, the chief clerk, who was also a master of the late stage of the Netherworld Realm, was directly deprived of his cultivation. The Third Prince of the Netherworld threw him next to Qingkong Jueluo as if he was throwing garbage. At this point, he did not react. How could he encounter such a danger in the Temple of Reincarnation?

When the Zen Feng Shura Yu Guang saw this scene, he sweated more and more coldly. He quickly concentrated twice as much energy to help Ning Qi find out the whereabouts of Wang Xue's soul.

In the third year, another shift chief clerk came. This person was cautious and found something was wrong at the door. When he wanted to escape, he was still caught by the third prince of Ming, and his cultivation was abandoned...

The fourth year, the fifth year...

When all the chief clerks of the Reincarnation Temple were abolished by Prince Ming's third son and lying in the temple, the Zen Feng Shura had already fallen into deep fear, and sweat kept coming out of his forehead and dripping to the ground.

Suddenly, Zen Feng Shura's eyes lit up, and ecstasy appeared in his eyes, and a face appeared in the blue light column.

"I found it, senior, is this person the one you are looking for?"

Zen Feng Shura turned around and looked at Ning Qi, but found that at some point Ning Qi had stood beside him.

"Xue'er..."

Ning Qi stared at the light pillar in a daze. The face inside was Wang Xue, whom he had not seen for many years. This appearance seemed to be the first time Wang Xue was trapped by a cultivator in the underworld. There was a hint of panic on her face, and there seemed to be a hint of nostalgia for the world in her eyes.

"Where is she now?"

Ning Qi said lightly.

A hint of horror appeared on Zen Feng Shura's face. When he entered the Temple of Reincarnation, his soul was basically sent to a place where he didn't know. If he could not tell Wang Xue's whereabouts today, Zen Feng Shura felt that he would probably be more miserable than Qingkong Juanluo and others.

Just when Zen Feng Shura didn't know how to speak, he suddenly noticed a trace of undetectable trace. Then Zen Feng Shura showed ecstasy expression on his face and said to Ning Qi: "Senior, the monks in the underworld who were trapped in this soul have become greedy in their hearts. They use secret techniques to detain her by themselves. At present, she has not been sent away by the Temple of Reincarnation, and should still be in the underworld!"

When many monks in the underworld go out to retrieve their souls, they may not take out all the souls they have retrieved, and occasionally they will detain one or two. However, as long as someone detains them, they will leave more or less a trace. For example, under Wang Xue's face, there is a crack. It is difficult for them to discover this subtle difference in daily life. After all, there are too many souls coming to the Temple of Reincarnation every day, so some monks in the underworld dare to hide the truth.

A cold light flashed in Ning Qi's eyes, and that huge arm appeared in his mind. He used the pill to attract Wang Xue's soul back to the central continent. It was the owner of that arm who took action and captured Wang Xue's soul away. At that time, Ning Qi thought that the other party might be the creator of the Nine Tribulations. Now it seems that the other party should be at least an early stage of the Netherworld Realm.

"Who is that monk in the underworld?"

Ning Qi looked at the Zen Feng Shura lightly.

Zen Feng Shura was startled and quickly formed seals with both hands. Soon, a face appeared in the light pillar. This man looked middle-aged and had a cold face. Judging from the breath in front of him, his cultivation should not be too high. At most, he was from the early stage of the Netherworld to the middle stage of the Netherworld.

Meng Tianshu walked to the light pillar, looked carefully, and shook his head at Ning Qi, saying that he could not recognize this person.

"You recognize him?"

Ning Qi glanced at Zen Feng Shura.

After recalling the Zen Feng Shurazai carefully, he whispered: "Senior, I have no impression of this person. I am afraid it's just an existence in the early stage of the Netherworld."

Ning Qi's eyes suddenly became cold, just a face, without any other clues. To find someone in the underworld with these clues is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack!

"Former senior, I seem to know who this person is!"

A sound suddenly came from behind.

Everyone looked at each other and saw a look of flattery on the face of a chief clerk who was deposed by Prince Ming's cultivation. He looked at Ning Qi and said, "Senior, I have seen this person once."

"explain."

Ning Qi said lightly.

"I just hope that senior can spare my life..."

The other party hesitated for a moment and said.

"good."

Ning Qi nodded, "Tell me."

"This person should be the disciple of the next old friend. On the birthday of that old friend, he went down to congratulate him and met him."

The other party whispered, then moved his lips slightly, telling Ning Qi all the information he knew about this person.

"Bring him."

Ning Qi nodded and walked directly outside the temple. Seeing this, Prince Ming grabbed the chief clerk and followed.

Zen Feng Shura suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and this time his life was finally saved.
Chapter completed!