The second before, Song Ling was standing in front of the Buddha statue with a compassionate face. When he closed his eyes and opened his eyes, he was taken to the dark and quiet palace.
The six red copper inner pillars were covered with gray-black Kuilong patterns. At first glance, they were extremely bewitching. The black transparent gauze fell from the beams on both sides, pouring down the furnishings in the hall.
Hazy.
The only thing Song Ling could see clearly was a cold and dark throne facing him.
There are two lines of blood-red characters on the left and right of the throne:
All actions are impermanent, which is the law of birth and death;
Birth and death destroy oneself, and nirvana is joy.
There is no one sitting on it.
When Song Ling tried hard to clarify the chaotic thoughts in her sea of consciousness, before she could disperse her spiritual power to explore the surroundings, a vague figure appeared in front of her.
As the figure approached, Song Ling gradually saw the person coming clearly.
Not high.
About seven or eight years old.
He had a tall white hair tied up, a jade hairpin was inserted diagonally, a purple-gold robe was worn, and a pair of red dragon boots were worn on his feet.
The face is the last clear.
The eyebrows flew into the temples, and the pupils were as sharp as eagles, as if they could see through a person's heart.
"You are not here to discuss business with me..." The boy spoke, his voice as a slurry as a gong, and it was extremely unpleasant, "You are here to be arrogant."
The person in front of me is undoubtedly Zhuanxu's Tomb.
"I'm giving you an evil ghost, won't it be good?" Song Ling covered her mouth, held back the inexplicable ups and downs in her stomach, and said in a muffled voice: "Look again, I don't guarantee that you can escape unstoppable. Don't try to challenge a monk.
The bottom line is even if this monk is only in the foundation-building stage.”
Zhuanxu Ling's hand was pointed between Song Ling's eyebrows.
The cold touch made Song Lingqing tremble involuntarily. She subconsciously clenched her fists, and the ring of her right hand spread a little bit of burning heat to fight against it.
"You use me as a stepping stone. Shouldn't I kill you?" Zhuanxuling turned his head and leaned towards Song Ling, sniffed, then stood up, frowned and said, "In so many years, you are the first to dare to use this kind of thing."
The people of this rank.”
Just as Zhuanxu's tomb turned around, he suddenly grew from a seven or eight-year-old child to a teenager in his teenage years.
Change step by step.
When Zhuanxu Tomb sat on the throne, it seemed that he was already a 17 or 18-year-old young man.
"Take out the thing you brought here." He leaned his head and looked at Song Ling from a distance, saying, "I will decide if I want to kill you after seeing it."
The failure to take action immediately shows that Zhuanxuling is still curious about Song Ling.
Song Ling breathed a little relieved, released the Mingquan ghost baby with his left hand and the little fish with his right hand, and explained: "I think... this thing should have escaped from Jiuyou, so he took it to Jiuyou without hesitation.
I want to give it back to you."
The appearance of the ghost shadow in Mingquan lit up Zhuanxuling's eyes.
He raised his jaw slightly, looked at Song Ling with exploratory eyes, and said, "What else? Just to return the object to the original owner?"
Return to the original owner?
These four words made Song Ling curl her lips slightly.
Sure enough, the ghost baby in the Mingquan is really a thing of the Nine Netherworlds.
From the beginning, Song Ling knew that this thing was definitely not left by the Taoist sect. Although the Immortal Canghua is a scumbag, there will never be any omissions in matters like the world. He said that he would destroy the ghost baby in the Mingquan, which is the secular world.
Even one of the Taoist sects will not be left behind.
"Of course, if you are in a good mood, then there is still a request." Song Ling lowered his eyes and put his right hand behind him.
Zhuanxu Tomb on the throne did not speak.
So Song Ling struck while the fire was hot and said, "The ground is turbulent now, and countless casualties are killed and injured. You, Jiuyou, are so busy that you are busy. If you can fulfill this insignificant wish, you will definitely work hard for you on the ground."
Too many dead people are not a good thing for Jiuyou.
What the ghost official said.
When Nanyu was chatting with Song Ling, he complained a few times, saying that Jiuyou was not equipped with enough staff, and even that person started to take over some of the dead people's guidance work, otherwise the dead people would have to be blocked in Youdu when they came to Jiuyou.
Outside.
Although Song Ling didn't see it when he entered Jiuyou, Nanyu would not lie about such things.
Hearing Song Ling say this, Zhuanxuling suddenly pulled the corner of his mouth, smiled, and said, "It seems that you have made a lot of preparations to leave Jiuyou in order to be able to do everything."
"That's natural." Song Ling replied.
Zhuanxu Ling suddenly snapped his fingers.
Countless mermaid lamps lit up in the hall in turn. Under the brilliance of the lights, the black transparent gauze turned into colorful streams. The walls made of jade walls on all sides showed ripples with the lights, like a sea and a river, and countless gold flowers
The crabapple gradually emerged and bloomed in this ripples.
vomit--
Song Ling couldn't help but hold the pillar beside him and retching.
On the stairs, Zhuanxuling's face turned pale and stood up with his robe. He seemed to want to come over, but he barely stopped because he saw Song Ling's posture.
"You... utter... don't be surprised... utter..." Song Ling raised his hand and waved at Zhuanxu Ling, tried his best to breathe, forcibly suppressing the surging of the sea of consciousness, "utter... I'm going to be the backlash of magic, vomit...
…You can just remove these things.”
Retreats are constantly.
As early as when I first entered the hall, when I searched Song Ling's sea of consciousness in Zhuanxu's tomb, Song Ling had already resisted tenaciously. Being able to persevere until this time, in addition to her willpower to never surrender, Song Mo was also the one who could hold on to this time.
Hold on in the sea of consciousness.
When the surroundings were lit up, Song Ling asked Song Mo to follow the breath of the ghost baby in the Mingquan. Who would have thought that Song Mo left her body, her own body was much weaker.
However, even though Song Ling was not really nauseous, Zhuanxuling didn't want to go down.
dirty.
He waved his sleeves and put his hands on his back, pointed at Song Ling and said, "You did it on purpose!"
Song Ling innocently cleaned up his mouth, raised his eyes and looked at Zhuanxu Mausoleum, and replied: "The Lord is wrong. It's just a foundation-building stage. What kind of cultivation level are you unable to withstand it, and you will be backfired.
That's normal."
"Do you want to use these two things to threaten me?" Zhuanxuling asked.
"Ah?" Song Ling blinked his eyes and said, "Do you think you are dirty? Then--"
Bah bah bah bah bah!
Before Zhuanxu Ling could react, Song Ling spat at the Mingquan Ghost Infant very quickly. In Zhuanxu Ling's view, Song Ling's actions were openly provoking his majesty, and Song Ling was just
I just want Zhuanxu Ling to be unable to move Mingquan Guiying and Xiaoyu for the time being.
Zhuanxu's Mausoleum really stopped.
"Do you think I would mind this?" He lifted his eyelids and looked at Song Ling. When he raised his hand, the dark mist locked Song Ling's neck and pinched her into the air. "In Jiuyou, Ben
It would be easy for a person to kill someone."
"You want it, it doesn't matter if you want it... it's okay." Song Ling took a deep breath, trying to calm down his spiritual power, and then pointed two fingers in front of him. As soon as he passed his hand, his eyes were covered with a narrow and thin layer.