Chapter 132: Wandering in the Swamp, Crossing the Desert
Monsters are all respected by strength.
Those above ordinary monsters are a hundred years old, those above a hundred years are demon lords, and those above demon lords are demon kings.
The person who was chopped down by Song Ling and Song Mo just now was Bai Sui.
Normally, lies can keep up with it for hours.
The journey was uneventful, and Song Ling was in a much better mood. Even if she couldn't find the Sanshengcao this time, she still harvested a high-grade demonic beast spirit bone, plus a golden elixir, which she can wait to find a craftsman to polish when she returns.
After polishing it, she had her fourth ring.
By that time, the stored spiritual power will inevitably increase.
"Are you looking for Sanshengcao to save that mortal girl?" Huayu suddenly asked.
Song Ling nodded and said, "As I told you last time, I have to accumulate merit now, otherwise... thunder may strike from the sky one day."
The key is that after the thunder strikes, the gravel in the Thousand Purification Bottle will only be a little less. If Song Ling does something a little out of the ordinary, it will be full again. Although Song Ling has not really felt it yet.
She had suffered it once, but she could be sure that this lightning was hundreds of times more painful than the lightning tribulation that broke through the realm.
"He is also a miserable person." Huayu murmured.
"Who can guarantee that life will always go smoothly?" Song Ling smiled and explained the lie, "I plan to send her to Hongye to keep her company. Hongye told me a few days ago that she needs a smart and sensible Yao.
Tong.”
With the help of Digger and the special restriction left by Song Ling, even if Hongye has no spiritual power, he can still communicate with Song Ling as usual. After going back and forth, the relationship between the two is better than when they were together before. Sometimes they chat
We can talk until late at night.
"If there is anything you need my help with, just ask." Huayu came back to his senses and said.
"Don't worry, I won't be polite to you." Song Ling blinked at him and stepped faster.
As he spoke, he could already see the edge of the forest.
"Beyond the forest is a swamp, and beyond the swamp is a desert. Through the desert, you can see the original land of no return. There are many three-year-old grass growing on it." Song Mo poked his head out and introduced the details.
Said it was a swamp.
Song Ling used his spiritual sense to explore it, but he only found a piece of grassland, and it was endless. There was no desert at all.
"You can't use your spiritual sense. You have to use your eyes to see and your hands to feel." Song Mo pointed out.
Realizing that what he was about to face was no longer an obvious threat like a monster, Song Ling asked Huanyu to stay where he was and wait for him. When Huanyu disagreed, Song Ling formed a rope twisted with spiritual power and tied one end of it around his waist.
, one end is tied to the hand of lies.
"We can't both be trapped inside." Song Ling persuaded earnestly: "How about holding me like this, if something happens to me, I will call you immediately and you can pull me back."
In this way, Liangyu reluctantly agreed.
Song Mo snorted disdainfully and shouted, "With me here, what accident can happen to you?"
"Yes, yes, ancestor, don't speak. Lies are different from Qi Chi. If you want to speak... I'm afraid he will see through you later." Song Ling covered Song Mo's mouth in time.
When Song Ling came to the edge of the grassland and knelt down to rub it with her hands, she finally understood what Song Mo meant by saying "use your eyes to see how you feel with your hands."
Obviously the puddle that he felt was on the left and what he saw was on the right. But when he actually stepped on it, the puddle was on the upper left. After trying this a few times, Song Ling was already half-stuck in the mire, with a look of helplessness on his face.
love.
Spiritual power is a restricted area in this swamp. Once used, Song Ling's sinking speed will be inexplicably accelerated and he will be unable to extricate himself.
"Are you kidding me?" Song Ling spread her hands, trying to calm down her emotions while maintaining her body balance.
"No, how is that possible!" Song Mo squatted on top of Song Ling's head guiltily, looked left and right, and said, "You just tried it six times in total. Did you find any pattern? There must be a pattern, no.
There may be no way to break it."
Song Ling thought about it for a moment, her eyes were tired, and she couldn't conclude anything from it.
So she sighed and asked, "How did you live before?"
"I...I walked over." Song Mo felt even more guilty.
The majestic demon king, of course, comes and goes like the wind under the abyss of beasts, and there is no need to consider any restrictions here. But now Song Mo is only one-third of the fragments, so even if he shows his true form, he will only follow Song Mo.
Like a feather, trapped in the mire in despair.
"I can't try it on myself anymore." Song Ling thought about it for a moment, then carefully raised her hand, took out the few hair accessories on her head and held it in her palm, "My eyesight here is not good, so you have to take a look.
Tell me the result after reading it."
Song Mo didn't understand, but still agreed.
After a while, the first bead rolled down to the right front of Song Mo.
"I'm stuck." Song Mo shouted.
The second one.
"It's stuck."
The third one.
"Still stuck."
When he tried the tenth one, Song Ling had nothing left to use. Song Mo was a little anxious, curled his tail into a ball, and asked Qingqing: "What should I do? You have run out of beads? I will help you pick up the earrings."
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Song Ling raised her lips and smiled, and replied with some confidence: "No need, I have found the pattern."
"Ah?" Song Mo looked into the distance again.
The sunken beads have long since disappeared, leaving only small holes in the swamp.
"The ones I just tried on my own can only prove that what I saw with my eyes and what I touched with my hands is definitely fake." Song Ling struggled for a while and said: "As for the ten more ones I just threw out... what I proved is that
The pattern of upper left or upper right. Because I can't see it clearly with my naked eyes, I need you to identify it, and after you identify it, everything will have the answer."
The lie on the shore gathered his spiritual power in time and pulled the embarrassed Song Ling out of the swamp.
"I'm fine." Song Ling stopped her false questioning in time, and then quickly entered the swamp again while still remembering it in her mind.
This time, she felt like walking on flat ground.
"Why can't I find the pattern?" Song Mo asked.
"Don't look at the point where my beads fell, but look at the order in which they fell." Song Ling was like a flying crane, walking gracefully on the swamp, and when the figure flashed, it brought out beautiful afterimages.
"The span of each step is not large, so there is this abnormal rule. It is not difficult, but I can't get through it without your help."
The last sentence made Song Mo, who didn't understand, grin.
Regardless of the rules, the most important thing is that he helped Song Ling.
After the swamp, there is what Song Mo calls the desert.
In the dark wind and sand, every three steps Song Ling took, he would be blown back one step by the strong wind. His eyes, nose, mouth and ears were filled with sand, and his robe weighed thousands of kilograms.
"How do you get through this place?" Song Ling asked Song Mo in the sea of consciousness.
The spiritual power still cannot be used.
Song Ling seemed to be placed in a bottle that had been emptied of spiritual energy. Even the spiritual energy in her body seemed to be frozen and could not be accessed. However, the wind and sand became stronger and stronger, and Song Ling soon died.
Ling was scratched, and her legs were covered by the wind and sand in an instant.
"Ah... let me think about it." Song Mo hesitated for a moment, then recalled: "It seems... it seems like he was forced to carry it through?"
"I'll carry you." Song Ling wished she could give him a beating. She danced and shook off the sand and stood up. Then she quickly shook the sand out of her robe and said, "When the wind and sand don't stop, something is obviously wrong. So do you.
Stop hiding in the sea of consciousness, come out and explore the road, and see what’s going on in front and on the left and right.”
Due to strong winds, violent sandstorms, and no sun, Song Ling completely lost her sense of direction.