The clouds in the west show a gorgeous smoky purple color, and the dazzling light flickers on and off in the clouds.
That is the direction of Changsheng Palace.
Immortal Canghua realized that Song Ling's words were unusual, and turned his eyes to see the clouds and mist rising in the direction of the Eternal Life Palace, and immediately understood what Song Ling was going to do.
He flung his sleeves and pressed Song Ling to the ground. At the same time, two black water dragons flew out of his palms. One entangled Song Ling's neck, and the other imprisoned Song Ling's hands and feet.
"Bastard thing!"
The anger eroded Canghua Immortal Lord's reason at this moment.
But Lin Zigui next to him said: "Master, calm down. If there is a situation in the Eternal Life Palace, we might as well go there first and let the senior brothers take care of it."
Lin Zigui felt that Song Ling was so incompetent that even if he wanted to do something in the Palace of Eternal Life, he would not be able to get away with it.
Canghua Immortal Lord also means the same thing.
"Yifeng, I'll leave this place to you." He repaired Song Ling's wounds roughly and brutally, then hugged Lin Zi and returned together, riding on the clouds and rushing towards the Immortality Palace in the west.
"Master, I am not a soft persimmon. You made a mistake!"
Song Ling, whose face was covered in blood, was screaming on the ground.
The elders were caught off guard and watched Lin Zigui and Canghua Immortal Lord leave. They had no choice but to dismiss the inner and outer disciples and reschedule the soul exchange ceremony.
Goujiuzi stood on tiptoe and glanced at Song Ling, and then at the clouds on the horizon. His eyes rolled around, and he said, "Why is it over? Canghua Immortal Lord feels a little tied up. It's really strange."
"What else can we do if it doesn't end?" Duanrong curled his lips and smiled, and said: "The Changming Lantern was destroyed, her spiritual bones were extracted, and her spiritual veins were shattered. Song Ling is now a disabled person, and there is no way to transfer her body to
The forest belongs to its own use."
Good thing.
Whether Lin Zigui dies or Song Ling commits suicide, it is a great good thing for Duanrong.
The disciples and elders on Taixu Peak dispersed in groups. Compared with the canceled soul-changing ceremony, it was obvious that the impending collapse of South Town was more worth worrying about.
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Seeing his master leaving, Qilin hurriedly picked up Song Ling and said with dark eyes: "A Ling, how could you be so...so..."
After doing this three times, Qilin couldn't say anything.
At this moment, Song Ling was covered in blood, his pupils were blurred, and he looked like a living person. Although his external injuries had been healed by his master, how could the removal of spiritual bones and spiritual veins be summed up as trauma?
"Send her back to Feiyu Peak."
Chang'an stood aside and suggested in a calm tone, as if Song Ling in Qilin's arms was just tired and fell asleep, rather than just suffering from a catastrophe.
Qilin turned her head to look at him.
"You humans, there are always twists and turns that I can't learn enough from."
After a long time, Qilin finally uttered a word.
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It took almost only half a day to spread the news about Weilu Mountain through the digging rats.
This thing is a spiritual creature raised in Taiyue Mountain in Zhongzhen in the past. In the past, it would cost hundreds of spirit stones to sell. It is expensive but easy to use. It can transmit information to each other through spiritual manipulation and is extremely difficult to detect by outsiders.
After the collapse of the central town, a large number of digging rats became ownerless and scattered all over the Taoist sect. As a result, their prices plummeted, making them a must-have item for many practitioners to go out.
Song Ling originally wanted to get this thing for fun, but she rarely went out to Weilu Mountain on weekdays, spent dozens of spirit stones to buy it, and had no one to contact, so she gave up the idea.
But she didn't expect that the digging rat that she had been thinking about so much in the past would now jump in front of her.
And it was sent by Duanrong.
‘Zhizhi——’
The golden little mouse was posing in front of Song Ling.
After attracting enough attention, the little mouse put his arms on his hips and described the gossip outside in a dignified tone, and then said: "I have finished what I promised you, when will you give me the things?"
"Do you want the Fengyuan Pill?" Song Ling moved her eyes with difficulty and looked at the little mouse, "Do the last thing for me. I will give you the Fengyuan Pill."
Fengyuan Pill does not have the same miraculous effect as Fengyuan Precious Blood, but because it is a heavenly material and earthly treasure that comes from the same Fengyuan Dragon Blood Tree, it is also a rare thing in the Taoist sect.
The little mouse stared at its green bean eyes, looked at Song Ling suspiciously, and asked: "Why should I trust you? You can't protect yourself now. If I go into your troubled waters again, won't I be in bad luck?"
No one in the entire Weilu Mountain dares to come to Feiyu Peak.
"What is my master doing?" Song Lingquan responded immediately.
"I haven't agreed yet!" The little mouse squeaked and his six long beards danced up and down angrily. "Don't think I'm easy to control. Give me something. Do I want to see Feiyu Yunxia or the Appearance Talisman?" , and then decide whether to continue to help you."
Song Ling struggled a few times, sat up, and took out Feiyu Yunxia's Jade Jue and the Transformation Talisman from the Qiankun Bag, and said: "I promise to give you not a single thing missing."
Then, she continued angrily: "But since you have already come this far, why do you need to look forward and backward? There is only one Fengyuan Pill, and taking it can increase your cultivation by three hundred years."
clatter.
The little mouse jumped onto the bed in three leaps and took the two protectors thrown by Song Ling into its big belly.
What happened next was completely within Song Ling's expectation.
The little mouse that got the reward did not leave, or in other words, the man who controlled it chose to stay.
"Your master and Lin Zigui have not come out of the Palace of Eternal Life for three days." The little mouse lay on the quilt with his feet up, his ears trembling, "If you ask me to do something, I will listen first, but I can't guarantee that it will be done. Will do it."
Song Ling hummed, reached out and touched the furry head of the little mouse, and said, "I want to ask you to set a fire and burn my place down."
Hearing this, the little mouse froze in place and could not recover for a long time.
"When the fire breaks out, I will escape." Song Ling was not afraid that her plan would be known to Duan Rong. In order to persuade Duan Rong to take action, she even took the initiative to disclose the details of the plan. "Although I don't have spiritual veins or spiritual bones now, But my external injuries have been healed by the master. Without a permanent light, I escaped with my life, and he could not find me in a short time."
One ring is closely linked to the other.
The little mouse on the quilt widened his eyes and opened his mouth: "So you had this idea in mind when you asked me to go to the Palace of Eternal Life from the very beginning? I thought you were trying to trick me... I didn't expect you to be like this. It’s so bold, it’s like burning the boat!”
Bitter meat scheme?
Song Ling sneered and shook his head, saying: "The bitter meat tactic is only used on people who care about you. I am crazy to use the bitter meat tactic on Master."
Speaking of which, it is also ironic.
In the past, Song Ling probably would never have thought that one day, she would use her miserable situation to win Duan Rong's cooperation.