The female cultivator muttered to herself in her heart, looking at the soul body of the Red Moon God Emperor and swallowing nervously.,But years passed, and there was no news of Nan Gong Yun Shu. The other elders were probably also eyeing her covetously.,As he spoke, the red moon soul body slowly flew to Gu Changqing's side: "Perhaps, I can also refine the spirit ghost again and turn it into a war puppet."。