Chapter 142 Life is miserable, it is better to indulge in pleasure
After barely stopping the woman's bleeding, Song Ling clicked his tongue impatiently, summoned the long sword in his hand, and rushed towards Song Mo in the air.
Although I don’t know why Song Mo changed.
But Song Ling's intuition told her that she had to convince him first before she could sit down and negotiate with him calmly.
When the sword came out, the water surface shook.
Song Mo clasped his hands in front of him, trying to block the blow with a spell, but his body moved, but his mind didn't. So, Song Ling's sword fell first, and Song Mo's spell came later, forcing him to
He could only show his true form and eat the sword with the hard scales on his skin.
"You can't hear what I said, can you?" Song Ling folded his arm and chopped it off.
The blade of the sword scraped off a series of sparks on the scales.
The huge beast head was facing Song Ling, its golden vertical pupils full of doubts.
Ouch——
The roaring sound vibrated.
Song Ling quickly turned over and landed on the ground to stabilize her body.
As a result, Song Ling sprained his foot for some reason and fell to the ground, looking very embarrassed.
The next second, the huge beast shape suddenly disappeared.
Song Mo rushed towards Song Ling anxiously, hugged her and asked, "What's wrong? Does it hurt from the fall? It's my fault, it's all my fault."
…
Song Ling looked at Song Mo as if he were a fool, then pointed to his feet and asked: "How could I, a monk at the Golden Core stage, fall and hurt? I lured you here on purpose, okay?"
Do you treat me like a porcelain doll?"
Although she really fell accidentally, such an embarrassing thing must not be made public.
"It's my fault." Song Mo hugged Song Ling, with drooped eyes, and explained pitifully: "After I followed you in here, I was inexplicably taken away. When I woke up, I saw, oh, there's someone there.
They made a fascination array out of my body fragments."
The key is that Song Mo's body has its own consciousness.
And because he had just suffered a lot with Song Ling, when he just fused that part of his body, he was restrained in a corner and had to give up control of his body.
"Beat him." Song Ling angrily twisted Song Mo's ears and said: "Next time you want to take his body, just tell me. I will provide you with spiritual power. If you can't beat him to death, even if the two of us combined are
waste."
Seeing that Song Ling was no longer angry with him, Song Mo quickly helped Song Ling get up.
The two walked back to the woman.
Song Mo looked at the woman and said that he had no impression and found no trace of Qi Chi and Silent Night in the ecstasy array.
"Then let's go out first." Song Ling once again used his spiritual power to explore the surroundings. After confirming that there was nothing else except the endless water, he held the woman in one hand and held Song Mo in the other, "Come and open the door."
The formation is made from Song Mo's body.
Whether to open the door or not depends of course on Song Mo's wishes.
"Yes, yes." Song Mo closed his eyes and meditated. As soon as his thoughts flashed through his mind, a red door appeared in front of him.
He quickly opened the door and took Song Ling out.
Who would have imagined that after leaving the enchantment array, Song Ling and Song Mo did not return to the teleportation array yard in Yecheng, but came to another place. After Song Ling released his spiritual power to explore around, he realized that the enchantment array
It's just the foundation of the entire illusion.
People with poor cultivation will be trapped to death in the ecstasy array and will not be able to reach the second level.
"In other words, Qi Chi and Ji Ye may be on the second floor, or above." Song Ling raised his head and glanced at the blue sky, and said: "Now that you have regained your body, the center of the formation has changed, what will happen next?
These are all things you didn’t expect.”
Song Mo called up the pitiful memories in his body, and then echoed Song Ling: "Yes, that's right, this guy has been trapped at the bottom for three years and he just didn't get out."
It's really embarrassing to say it.
Song Mo was seriously injured three years ago, but he was lucky enough to squeeze a third of his body into Song Ling's body. Otherwise, his current fate would not be better than this part.
"Let's take a walk and take a look." Song Ling put the woman on the spot and looked into the distance, seeing mountains beyond the grassland.
Compared with the unchanging water surface, the scenery on the second floor is more secular.
But what is fake is still fake after all.
There are no birds or animals in the mountains and forests, there are no fish or shrimps in the flowing water, and even the wind blowing by can't smell the sweet fragrance that the grass should have.
"It's just a lame fantasy." Song Ling began to explore further.
She and Song Mo walked for about an hour and arrived at the foot of the nearest mountain. Waiting for them here was a bamboo hut with two flower beds in front of the house and many poultry on both sides.
"We have guests? That's unusual."
An old man with white beard and hair came out of the door. He waved to Song Ling and smiled kindly.
"Are you the owner here?" Song Ling asked.
The old man smoothed his beard and led Song Ling into the house. He went to the side to fetch hot water and said, "I am Old Man Yubai. He was also a figure in the Taoist sect thousands of years ago. Have you two children ever heard of it?"
Pass?"
Old man Yubai?
It's him!
The legendary figure who struck Jiuyou three times and recaptured the ghost soul of his beloved wife from the hands of the Lord of Nine Nethers!
Song Ling, a person who had seen the horror of Jiuyou, could not help but respect the old man Yu Bai. She quickly raised her hands and said to the old man: "Junior Song Ling from Weilu Mountain, I have met the old man Yu Bai! Your name, this junior once studied in the school
I read it in Taoist classics, and I was fascinated by it."
"Hahaha, it's all a false name." Old Yu Bai waved his hand, poured tea for Song Ling and Song Mo, and said: "The old man is already a dead soul. If he can stay here, with a house and one person to guard, he has already died.
It's a blessing."
Hearing this, Song Ling's face froze.
If the formation here is to break the illusion, does it mean that Song Ling needs to break Old Yu Bai's dream? Not to mention whether she can beat Old Yu Bai, just thinking about how many times Old Yu Bai breaks in
Just to stay with his wife in Jiuyou, Song Ling couldn't bear it.
There were footsteps from behind the house.
The two looked back and saw an old woman with her head covered opening the back door and walking in steadily.
Seeing that there were guests in the house, the old woman also smiled, pointed to the fruits in the dustpan on hand, and said: "You are the old man's friend? Rare guest, I will wash it for you right now, please wait a moment."
"Slow down." Old Yu Bai walked over angrily to help lift the dustpan, with gentle eyes, and said, "Watch your steps, don't miss the stairs."
"What should I do?" Song Mo asked Song Ling in his heart.
Song Ling had no idea for a moment.
She thought about it, but couldn't come up with a reason, so she simply raised her head and asked the old man Yu Bai who came back: "How do you think we get out of here? This is your paradise, and there shouldn't be any disturbance from outsiders, so
Please also forgive me for my beauty, and please tell me how to leave."