Zi Mo silently recited the word "Fengcheng" in his heart.

Immediately, the flower-headed whip pierced the air, and there was only emptiness in front of Yan Song.

The familiar small woodshed appeared in front of her, she glanced at the plaque and hurriedly entered the door.

The Wuming Palace remains the same as it was arranged by her. It’s so dangerous. If you’re a step too late, you’ll be dead.

She pulled a futon and sat on it, trying her best to calm down.

I accidentally saw a few incense sticks stuck in twos and threes on the altar, and the ashes of the incense were burned and spread on a shallow layer. It seems that although this small temple is simple, it is not uninterested, and some people still come in to pray.

After the disaster, she smiled slightly, twisted some ashes on her fingertips and snapped her fingers. A wisp of white smoke rose from each incense stick, and people's prayers gradually appeared in the smoke. She looked at them one by one.

The first one is to retrieve the lost cattle. This is easy to do.

Second, the stinky beggar who stole food has killed his ancestors for eighteen generations. What is this? It is not allowed.

The third,……

The third one was so white that nothing could be seen clearly. She moved closer, and the white mist dispersed and slowly began to appear. It didn't seem to be writing, but more like a symbol, a long and thin rope with a sharp end.

It was as sharp as a sharp knife. She always felt like she had seen this thing before...

wrong!

She suddenly turned sideways and fell onto the futon.

The whip burst out of the smoke, and she just dodged. The whip pierced the air and went straight towards the statue in the high hall. With a "bang", the statue collapsed beyond recognition, and rubble poured down like a hill, smashing the altar of incense.

It was shattered.

The whip is back in his hand.

Yan Song's eyes were like sharp swords, and he held a whip in one hand and pointed it at her.

"If you have something to say, you have something to say. Stop chasing me. This really wasn't my design. I really just learned about spiritual communication."

She moved away the gravel at her feet, pulled the hem of her clothes out of the stone, and took out dozens of magic weapons from the big net with her back hand.

There was a thud, and a wooden stake on the hall fell unexpectedly. It rolled twice on the ground and suddenly broke into two pieces. It quickly rolled into a pile of rubble and was crushed into wood chips.

Yan Song seemed to be attracted by this small temple. He raised his leg slightly, and several mahogany tables against the wall cracked. The table legs covered the gravel and were quickly washed away. He picked up a stone and looked at it a few times.

Eyes said: "It's so broken and miserable."

After putting away the whip, Yan Song walked around leisurely, but kept her in sight intentionally or unintentionally. Her every move was watched, and she did not dare to move. She just followed Yan Song and waited for the opportunity.

"Gods all live on people's incense and offerings. I have destroyed countless temples and temples, and overturned countless altars and statues. You are like this," he paused slightly, "this is the first time I have seen

." As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Song tilted his head and struck out with his short whip.

She seized the opportunity and threw three knives in a row, but she could barely withstand the attack of the short whip. Using the sound, she tapped her toes and walked quickly towards the temple door. When she was about to rush out, there was a sudden sound of sleeves fluttering, and a group of

A black shadow flashed before his eyes, and when he saw Yan Song was already in front of the door.

She took out the Longlong knife to protect herself, knowing in her heart that there was no hope of escape.

"You want to kill me even with your three-legged cat skills?"

"If I take action, I still have a chance of survival. If I don't, I will die at your hands."

She poured all her spiritual power into the Longlong Knife, and was about to swing the knife but was slapped to the ground. The sharp blade accidentally rubbed her arm, leaving a bright red mark in the blink of an eye.

A palm struck, and she felt the hot blood in her chest welling up in her throat. She tried to swallow it, but to no avail. Yan Song pressed forward step by step. She blocked her meridians, but could not suppress the blood all over her body. Blood was raging in her mouth.

.

She wanted to move but couldn't muster the strength.

In a daze, she thought she might really die.

She closed her eyes, feeling numbness on her arms, and the tingling sensation was eroding her bit by bit, as if tens of thousands of fine needles were piercing her skin.

it hurts.

Finally she couldn't bear it anymore and opened her eyes.

The scratches from the blade on her arm were disappearing little by little, the blood stains were getting lighter and lighter, and the wounds oozing blood gradually shrank before her eyes, and finally healed completely!

Smacking her lips, most of the sweetness in her throat seemed to have disappeared, and her body gradually regained her strength. She stood up reluctantly while holding on to the gravel. With a stick of incense, she was as lively as before.

When I looked into my consciousness, I found that there was no change or damage from before. It was still intact and strong.

Instead, it’s the Little King of Hell...

Zi Mo poked Yan Song, who was curled up on the ground. He was lying on the ground with a sluggish expression, even more dazed than the wooden fish in the hands of the old monk Qingdeng.

For a while, he closed his eyes in concentration, his pale face slowly recovered, and then he exhaled and said slowly: "If you are injured, my spiritual power will automatically flow into your body to heal you."

"What?" She never expected this move. She only thought she could steal the magic power from Yan Song's body. "Then what?"

Yan Song opened his eyes, the corners of his eyes were slightly red, and his clear eyes were full of exhaustion at this moment, "You use one point and I lose one point. The worst case scenario is..." He paused and took a relieved breath.

Say nothing more.

The worst thing that could happen is that Yan Song dies because her spiritual power is exhausted. This is what happens.

"Now you know, we really share spiritual power and mana. I didn't design it intentionally. I just discovered it, a little earlier than you. However, I only knew that I could steal your mana, but I didn't know about spiritual power.

It’s about healing.”

She couldn't help but be stunned.

"Why?" Yan Song said in a weak voice.

"Stop talking about you, I also want to know why." She and the Little King of Hell had never had any connection, and were almost strangers. She couldn't figure out why this kind of thing would happen between them.

"I mean," he sat up straight and coughed a few times, "why don't you kill me? Now that I have temporarily lost my spiritual power and am weak, you can crush me to pieces with any move you make. It's such a good opportunity for you to

Why don't you take action?"

"I will kill you?"

"Okay, I'll do it now."

Yan Song sneered and slowly closed his eyes.

She transformed into a Longlong knife and stabbed Yan Song in the chest.

Yan Song curled his lips in pain and opened his eyes to look at her.

"Your mind is rusty, right? You shout and kill all day long, thinking that everyone is the same as you. I never take action not to protect myself. If you don't always want to kill me, how can I do it? Compared to killing you

, I have other important things to do."

She held the knife with the handle facing down and stabbed it a few more times.

"Is that enough? I'll give you a few more blows."

She counted down the days when she was kidnapped by the little King of Hell. There was no day that she did not spend in fear. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She couldn't help but glare at Yan Song and look at Yan Song angrily.

"Besides, with this layer of bondage, you are like my spiritual power supply. You have also seen my situation. There are few believers in the temple and my magic power is low. If one day I accidentally fall into trouble, I will be completely gone.

Mana, with you I have more of a backer, wouldn’t it be better to keep you, don’t you think so?”

Yan Song remained silent.

At this moment, he was sitting on the futon with his body hunched over. Zi Mo saw peace in him for the first time, the kind of peace that let go of all indifference and alertness. Perhaps only when he was weak, could he let down his alertness so unscrupulously.

But the little King of Hell's face was still as pale as paper. Seeing him exhaling less and less, Zi Wei was afraid that he would pass by accidentally, so he asked: "You are not going to die, are you?"

"It's just that the mana has been temporarily lost too much. I just need to slow down for a while. It's just a small matter. It's not a big deal." He clearly didn't want to blink when he spoke. He was talking about a trivial matter, and it seemed that he was about to die. He was really tough.

.Zi Mo’s heart.

You just said that you know how to steal mana, so of course you also know how to open the spiritual connection?"

Yan Song raised his head and said with a straight face.

Under his pale face, his facial features were much lighter but still tough. His clear eyes showed an alert color in his pale face. He thought for a moment, raised his eyes, straightened up and said, "Maybe you can try opening the connection again.

.”

"this……"

She hesitated for a moment, recalling the kiss at that time, she couldn't help but vomit, "This... this is unreasonable, not to mention whether the connection can be opened, even if it is really opened, you can make sure you can find out the connection.

?”

Yan Song nodded, "It makes sense."

Hearing this, her hanging heart was temporarily relieved.

"But that's why you have to give it a try. Otherwise, how would you know if it's useful or not? Everything started because of this, so you must try it out." Yan Song took on the posture of a strong man again, and his harsh tone did not give her any chance to question.

.

"But -" She wanted to retort, but she had nothing to say, but for a long time she couldn't come up with a reason.

"Is it possible that you don't want to open it? You might as well tell me if you have any hidden secrets."

"Nothing, but opening the connection is very simple, all it takes is a kiss."

"Easy to say." As soon as he finished speaking, he kissed her quickly.

Before Zi Mo could react, he had already turned his head.

Yan Song moved his eyelids and drooped his eyes weakly. He looked even worse. He seemed to be muttering something to himself.

Although her voice was very low, Zi Mo still keenly caught her name in the few words she said. Could it be that the little King of Hell was planning something else against her? Her face darkened and she decisively approached Yan Song and listened openly.

"What's going on? I still don't feel anything. It's as quiet as dead water. Could you be lying to me again..."

"Since when have we become grasshoppers on the same rope? Do I need to lie to you?" It was fine at first, but when Zi Mo couldn't help but retort loudly, after saying this, she gave it to her without hesitation.

Yan Song rolled his eyes.

"Shut up," Yan Song responded with a cold look, "How many times have you lied to me?"

She had nothing to say.

Unable to listen any more, she simply stayed in a daze out of boredom. Her eyes suddenly glanced at the high hall, which was empty except for piles of rocks. It was fine a few hours ago, but now...

She looked at the mess all over the ground and felt heartbroken. The small temple that she had worked so hard to tidy up was in such a dilapidated state after only a few days of use. What a sin. She glared at Yan Song angrily.

But she found that the little King of Hell was also looking at her. The feeling of staring at her motionless was very strange. She felt uncomfortable and uncomfortable being looked at. She waved her hand in front of Yan Song's eyes, but Yan Song remained indifferent.

"Is it because the strength is not enough, or it is not deep enough to open the spiritual connection..."

What is this, "What are you talking about, um——"

The next second, her head was tightly held.


Chapter completed!