The nails dug into Song Ling's back, but there was no sound of piercing flesh and blood as Yu Xiu expected.
Song Mo, who had been prepared for a long time, attached his scales to Song Ling's back and blocked Yu Xiu's full-hope attack with ease.
Immediately afterwards, Song Mo transformed into a body shape, entangled himself on Song Ling's shoulders, swung his long tail, rolled up Yu Xiu's neck, and broke it with a click.
"Sure enough, this kind of person is always thinking of dirty tricks." Song Ling glanced at Yu Xiu's body and threw out flames from her palms, "But... I still made a miscalculation. I didn't expect Yue Ming to be at the critical moment.
Will do it."
Song Ling was prepared for Shan Kuang's rebellion.
After all, this person has always liked to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger. After confronting Chen Ye and Yu Xiu, Shan Cheng remained unchanged. That was a rare change.
But Song Ling took all precautions, but failed to prevent Yueming's change.
In other words, the human heart is extremely difficult to fathom, and no one can say the outcome with certainty until the last moment.
Song Ling packed up Yueming's body with a heavy heart.
The way down the mountain is not far.
Not rough either.
Among the three tests, the most difficult one is always the constraints between people.
Just when Song Ling disguised herself as a man and returned to Liu's house, she smelled an unusual smell in Liu's yard. At the same time, there were no servants in Liu's yard, and it was surprisingly quiet.
Song Ling realized that the matter was not simple, and hurriedly walked into the yard. After walking a few steps, she saw a servant lying on the porch.
"Please...save the master...the back, the backyard..."
The servant was loyal and held on for a breath before fainting after finishing speaking.
After confirming that the servant's life was not in danger, Song Ling quickly flew towards the backyard. Along the way, Song Ling saw the corpses of many Liu family servants.
The palm-sized Song Mo showed his head at the mouth of his robe and muttered: "Weren't you the first one to come out? Why is there anyone else before you?"
It stands to reason that the Liu family has restrictions and monks from outside cannot break in.
"You can't break in by force... What about please come in?" Song Ling looked around, keeping his feet on the ground, and said, "Yu Xiu is a thief. The person we killed in the magic circle was probably not his true form."
"Ah? I didn't see that he was a clone." Song Mo didn't believe it.
Song Ling stopped in front of the endless flower bed, brushed the flowers with his lower hand, folded one of them, and said: "He is a Nascent Soul monk after all. I am a newbie who has just entered the golden elixir. Killing him with unscrupulous means is just preemption."
The opportunity depends on the unknown."
Who knows what Yu Xiu can do to save his life?
"Why can't it be Chen Ye?" Song Mo burped and asked.
…
These words left Song Ling speechless.
She put the flower in Song Ling's ear with her backhand, and while emitting several rays of spiritual power from her palm, she said: "You have eaten this man, don't you know whether he is really dead or escaped? You just hiccupped."
Already."
There are two reasons why Song Mo was not allowed to have a rest.
Chen Ye's identity is very special.
His death must not leave any traces, and only by being eaten by Song Mo can the traces of Chen Ye's appearance be completely erased. Otherwise, sooner or later, Song Ling will be sought out by that madman Xi Muyu for revenge.
Speaking of eating more than one rest, it was not that Song Mo couldn't bear it, but the second reason was that Song Ling still had to try his best to avoid this happening, lest Song Mo's strength would recover too quickly.
Song Ling raised her eyes and looked at the clear sky. After the spiritual power dispersed, the sky split in the middle, revealing the misty color it should have had.
A field stem slowly emerged from the seemingly endless sea of flowers. At the end of the field stem was a small thatched house with green hills behind it and winding streams on both sides, just like a paradise.
Mr. Liu's family was sitting on the ridge of the field.
There was a hole the size of a fist on his chest. But even though it was already fatal, Mr. Liu did not die. Instead, he raised his eyes and looked at Song Ling.
"What do you want to say?" Song Ling walked up to Liu Bingcheng, raised her hand and pointed at Liu Bingcheng's temple, and asked.
The spiritual power gently merged into Liu Bingcheng's body.
Although this move cannot save Liu Bingcheng, it can give him a chance to say his last words.
"Ahem..." Liu Bingcheng's face turned pale, he opened his mouth and coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, "Immortal...please ask the immortal to save my daughter."
He hung on to his last breath just for the sake of his daughter.
"Who did it? Where was your daughter taken?" After saying that, Song Ling helped Liu Bingcheng and slowly brought him down.
Worried that Liu Bingcheng would not be relieved, Song Ling quickly added: "Don't worry, I will definitely save your daughter."
Liu Bingcheng grabbed Song Ling's hand, whimpered a few times, stretched his neck and vomited a ball of flesh and blood into Song Ling's hand. Before he could say anything else, he closed his eyes and fell into Song Ling's arms.
People are dead.
Song Ling sighed, put down Liu Bingcheng, and lowered his eyes to look at the mass of flesh and blood in his palm.
Among them, there is clearly a lavender jade pendant wrapped in it.
"This man can bear it for his daughter." Song Mo curled his long tail and looked at the small shabby house from a distance, saying: "There is no one inside, and the smell... does seem to belong to Yu Xiu, are you chasing me?"
Of course I have to chase.
I saw Song Ling cleaning the blood on the jade pendant, holding it in his backhand, turning around and taking a seven-foot-long fragrant bullet from the Qiankun bag and shooting it into the sky.
Such as in Guangcheng.
Qi Chi had finished his third glass of wine and had just asked for the ten cents when he saw the fragrant bombs suddenly light up in the sky. Without having time to think about it, Qi Chi hurriedly paid for the tea, picked up his sword and ran out.
At this time, Song Ling had already left Liu's house.
There were only a few people left alive in the huge yard. They died in exactly the same way, and it was basically confirmed that it was Yu Xiu's hand.
It's just that the atmosphere in the city is mixed, and it would be troublesome for Song Lingdu to chase Yu Xiu alone, so he has to find Qi Chi.
Fortunately, Qi Chi arrived quickly.
"What happened?" Qi Chi kicked away the clouds under his feet and landed on the ground. Before he could continue to ask, he discovered that Song Ling's cultivation level had greatly increased. He couldn't help but be surprised: "Where did you break through? Qian Jing Ping unexpectedly
It’s strange that it didn’t cause thunder disaster.”
No wonder Qi Chi couldn't see it.
Pojing's Lei Jie was affected by the restrictions on the Liu family's house. Few people in Ruguang City really noticed it. Qi Chi was listening to the story at the time, so they naturally ignored it.
"The Liu family was wiped out. The murderer was Yu Xiu, a monk. He kidnapped Miss Liu Xinyun." Song Ling reached out and handed the two hairpins he found from Liu Xinyun's house to Qi Chi, saying: "
You and I split up and chase each other to see where he went."
Liu Xinyun is the furnace tripod.
If Song Ling and the others were slower in pursuit, they would attack directly if they could not save their lives.
"Okay." Qi Chi said nothing, took the hairpin, nodded, and said: "Don't kill Yu Xiu first when you see him. Wait for me to come. Your Qian Jing Bottle is almost full. Who knows if you will be able to kill him?"
It will have an impact.”
At the critical moment, Qi Chi still cared a little about Song Ling.