() In Song Lian's understanding, the Ke Ling stayed to destroy all enemies in order to retaliate against Xiao Daohong. Moreover, the top masters in the mainland can come and go no matter what, and the Ke Ling who is a hundred times better than the masters should come and go at any time.

Ziru, it was the Dream Thief Tianzun who sacrificed hundreds of years to suppress the pot spirit, which allowed Moyang City to stand up to this day.

Unexpectedly, the pot spirit couldn't leave. How could this be possible?

It seems that rumors are always rumors, and the secrets of Xiao Mansion told by Dream Thief Tianzun must have some substance.

"Okay, brother promises you that if possible, no matter how dangerous it is, he will definitely take you out and have fun in the outside world. But you have to tell him the truth, right?"

The pot spirit suddenly rolled backwards, and a black line turned into a circle, twisted for a while, and turned into a villain, just like a villain drawn with a pen. The villain jumped up and roared, which shocked Song Lian almost out of his mind. He was almost in a dream.

It collapsed, but was forcibly stabilized by Hu Ling's dream.

Hu Ling, who looked excited, almost collapsed when he saw Song Lian's figure in the dream, and hurried over, helpless.

Fortunately, Song Lian was a practitioner of "The Obsessed Broken Slips", and finally withstood this wave of roaring sounds, and his body slowly solidified: "Brother is an ordinary person, ordinary people, do you understand, who are you, you are the Pot Fairy'er

Ah, don't say roar, even a sneeze will kill my brother. Next time, you have to shout at the enemy, you know. All your brother's enemies are your enemies. You shout at him, but you can't shout at your brother."

"Well," Hu Ling nodded and said, "You can't yell at the enemy... or sneeze at your brother. Whatever you want to know, brother, Hu Ling'er will tell you."

Song Lian thought to herself, this is right, this is good, it is not easy.

Later, under Song Lian's persuasion, Hu Ling told the story of his experiences since he was born, that is, when he opened his spiritual wisdom and gained consciousness, which was similar to that of the Dream Thief. However, he did not explain clearly why he was so powerful and why he could not leave.

Anyway, no matter how Song Lian tried to explain it, Hu Ling himself couldn't explain it clearly.

Suddenly, Song Lian thought of Hu Ling's words. Hu Ling said: "You are my brother, please take me away." Suddenly, Song Lian said: "You said you wanted me to take you away. Since you couldn't explain why you couldn't.

If you leave, how do you ask your brother to take you away?"

"It's very simple. My brother just asks me to hide in the sea of ​​consciousness. But...but...I'm afraid."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid my brother will be like them."

"Who are we like? How can we be the same?"

"He will die just like those powerful monks who come in."

ah…….

Song Lian understood that this matter should be straightened out in reverse.

The Pot Spirit actually evolved from a residual consciousness of the Immortal Phlegm Pot. His body was the Phlegm Pot and was restricted by the Immortal Cave. The only way to leave was to hide in Xiao Daohong's sea of ​​consciousness and be taken to Xiao's Mansion. On that day, Xiao Daohong planned to

Blood sacrifice, a mouthful of blood spurts out, and the restraints fall on the spit pot. After all, Xiao Daohong is the most powerful restraint master in thousands of years, and is the main force in opening the Immortal Cave.

The pot spirit quit. After all, it was a spiritual consciousness of the immortal. Xiao Daohong was far behind in his spiritual consciousness, so his soul was gone.

However, the pot spirit cannot leave, because the body is a phlegm pot, and the Xiao Mansion has many restrictions, which eventually leads to tragedy. Later monks are also unable to collect the phlegm pot, and the phlegm pot cannot leave. If they want to leave, they can only be sacrificed by others, or

Passively entering other people's consciousness, imagine who doesn't resist when their consciousness is attacked?

The result is that when someone comes in to collect it, the pot spirit rushes into that person's sea of ​​consciousness. What a tragedy. No one can resist the immortal's spiritual consciousness? The top monks in the mainland naturally come to eliminate one by one. Like the wind blowing,

He gradually came into contact with the pot spirit, and later evolved into overlapping dreams, becoming the great master who has deceived the pot spirit throughout the ages.

Thanks to the foreshadowing of Dream Thief Tianzun's previous dealings with Hu Ling, Song Lian could now calmly form a friendship with Hu Ling. Otherwise, according to Hu Ling's newly awakened soul consciousness, they would all be bad guys and would dare to come and eliminate each one.

In short, Hu Ling is a more evil being than Song Lian, which is clear from the terrifying coercion erupting from him.

Understanding why Hu Ling cannot leave does not mean that he can take away Hu Ling. As Hu Ling said, "I'm afraid that my brother will die like those great monks." Song Lian didn't know how powerful the great monks' spiritual consciousness was.

, but it must be many times stronger than myself, just like the earth is to the sun, where can the pot spirit be stationed?

Even if the pot spirit does not harm himself, and he is not a monk, the sea of ​​consciousness cannot contain the immortal phlegm pot.

To bring the phlegm pot into the sea of ​​consciousness, you must go through a special ritual. Sacrifice is equivalent to sacrificing the pot spirit together. If the pot spirit doesn't do it, you don't have the ability...

The key is the Phlegm Pot, this immortal treasure.

Unless it is destroyed, only the Pot Spirit is left to temporarily store his sea of ​​consciousness...

Song Lian suddenly had a headache. This was an adventure, a big adventure. What should I do?

After thinking about it, Song Lian couldn't think of a good way. In the end, he had no choice but to have a showdown with the pot spirit. His brother is a mortal. Although his spiritual consciousness is special due to the practice of "Enchanted Broken Slips", it cannot accommodate the immortal treasures. Either destroy the phlegm pot and make you free.

You, in the future, get another treasure to use as your body, or your brother will leave alone and come to save you when you have achieved success in cultivation.

The pot spirit was stunned.

Song Lian will die without food if he stays. If he wants to leave, he can only store Song Lian's consciousness in a state of pure spiritual consciousness. If my brother leaves and stays by himself, he won't be able to hear stories or learn calculation techniques...then what should I do?

manage?

Suddenly, Song Lian's stomach growled outside the dream. Hu Ling immediately forgot about his worries and asked Song Lian: "Brother, why is your stomach thundering?"

Song Lian smiled bitterly and said: "The old guy gave me a Yuan-Buying Bigu Pill, which will last for seven days of hunger. This pill has no energy. My brother is completely human. Grumbling in the stomach means that he wants to eat, not thunder." He took the opportunity to say,

"If you don't eat for one day, you will have no energy. If you don't eat for two days, you will feel dizzy and sleepy. If you don't eat for three days, you will be motionless. If you don't eat for four days, you will have only one breath. If you don't eat for five days, you will die. Hey, brother.

You have five days left to live, and after five days, you are still alone."

"I don't want to be alone, I don't want to be alone." Hu Ling became anxious.

"There's nothing I can do about it, brother!"

"Me, how about my brother and I? I don't want this body anymore. I want to leave with my brother."

Hu Ling made a choice.

Breaking the phlegm pot is equivalent to the pot spirit giving up its body and becoming a pure spiritual consciousness that can transform into a spirit body. It must be stored in Song Lian's sea of ​​consciousness forever unless another fairy treasure is found.

Song Lian was worried again.

After thinking for a long time, he said to the pot spirit: "Brother is not a monk, and you don't understand. We can't mess around. Let's try first to see if you can enter the sea of ​​​​consciousness without bringing the fairy pot, but you must first explain: brother will not attack you.

, will not hurt you. If your brother moves, such as hiding, you must be threatening your brother. At this time, you must withdraw immediately, otherwise your brother will be in mourning like those in front of you. Do you understand?

"Obviously." Hu Ling nodded.

Song Lian was sitting on top of the phlegm pot at this time, and he was in the realm of dreams, becoming an organic whole. The pot spirit did not need to leave the immortal phlegm pot's body, so everything went smoothly.

In fact, Song Lian's soul was fused with the three fragments, which was equivalent to putting on armor for the soul. He was not afraid of this immortal consciousness at all, but Song Lian didn't understand it, so he worried for a long time.

The first try was successful and I laughed out loud.

Hu Ling'er turned into a black thread coiled around the neck of Song Lian's soul body, and kept giggling and squirming, which was extremely weird.

Next, to deal with the Phlegm Pot, the body must be destroyed so that the Pot Spirit can be free, otherwise it will not be able to leave.

To smash such a treasure, Song Lian's flesh ached for a long time. After all, it was an immortal treasure. Instead, it was the pot spirit who urged Song Lian to make up his mind. Compared with his life, this immortal treasure is nothing. If his life is gone, he still needs an immortal treasure.

What's the use.

Putting away the dream, Song Lian stood up and struck down with his fist.

There was a clang.

The phoenix pattern on the phlegm pot does not move.

Oops, it's so strong, it's obviously cracked, and it's been smashed so hard, it's worthy of being a fairy treasure, come again.

Bangdang...

Bangdang…….

No matter whether he used his feet or fists, Song Lian could not smash the spit pot.

Damn it, how is that possible?

Looking for Banzhui everywhere, everyone who travels through time is invincible with Banzhui, but unfortunately, there is nothing here. For a wealthy family in the Xiao Mansion, where can Banzhui come from in the secret room?

After struggling for a long time, Song Lian sat down in despair.

"Brother, what should I do? I want to leave, I don't want to stay here."

"stop!"

This jar is like a turtle shell - ah, yes, hey, Song Lian jumped up high, pointed his butt at the spit pot, and sat down in mid-air.

Boo!——The phlegm pot cracked.

Dinglang...——It was broken to pieces on the ground, and there was something inside.

Oops...——My butt was cut.

If an egg is evenly stressed, no matter how hard you try, it cannot be crushed from the outside, but from the inside out, as long as there is a slight flaw, you can blow it open with one breath. Song Lian used this principle, starting from the inside of the phlegm pot.

, there are restrictions on ghost drawings on the outside, but not on the inside. In addition, there are cracks in the phlegm pot, so the phlegm pot is broken. Of course, this is because the pot spirit - the immortal consciousness does not exist.

Tragedy inevitably happened, the fragments cut his buttocks, and a lot of blood flowed out. What was even more strange was that the empty spit pot was destroyed, and two things fell out of it, and Song Lian sat under his buttocks.

I got up and saw, damn, I was bleeding profusely. I hurriedly covered it, and then I went to see what the hell was on the ground.

On the ground is a token and a skull.

City Lord’s Order, Heaven’s Order?

Hahaha…….

It turns out there really is a heavenly order. Why was it not there when I reached out and touched it just now?
To be continued...