The speed of the flying chariot slowed down after it left Yecheng.
Song Ling sat on the deck of the flying chariot and breathed out. After a few weeks, she felt completely comfortable and refreshed.
"Would you like to see this?"
Song Mo strolled over with his hands in his hand, squatted next to Song Ling, spread out his right hand, and said, "I guessed that the things I picked off from the monsters were related to their purpose, so I brought them back."
Lying in Song Mo's palm was a long black object the size of a finger.
The surface is smooth and there are no unnecessary lines.
It looks like a section of tree branch that has been polished.
"What do you think it could be? I heard a voice in Li Zheng's memory. There were only two sentences, but I always felt that the voice was very familiar." Song Ling reached out to take the thing, looked at it for a few times, and asked
road.
It feels very cold to the touch.
But Song Ling couldn't sense the existence of any spiritual energy on this thing, let alone any fluctuations in spiritual energy.
"I can't tell you, it's a bit like a bone." Song Mo put his chin on Song Ling's knees, blinked his eyes and said with a smile: "I don't want to call you Song Ling, and I don't want to call you A Ling. What do you think?
What should I call you?"
Song Ling's mind was all on the things in her hands. She didn't hear clearly and mumbled a few meaningless words.
"How about I call you Xiaoling?"
"Or Ling Yu."
"I just learned your name from Cornelius. Now I can write your name."
Song Mo rubbed Song Ling's arm.
As a result, in the next second, there was only a decent sound, the black thing fell to the ground, and Song Ling disappeared from the spot.
Song Mo, however, had nowhere to bear the force and fell on his face.
Gray-black mist instantly gushes out from Song Mo's palm, lifting him up while supporting the rapidly falling flying chariot. Without the owner's spiritual energy supply, the huge flying chariot trembled and shook, even
There is a tendency to collapse back to the size of the heart.
Juyu ran out of it in a panic. While carefully steadying herself, she asked, "What's going on? What happened?"
The wind all around was stirred.
Song Mo picked up the things on the ground with a livid face, clenched his fist and hammered it on the railing of the deck, and said, "Find a place to land."
After saying that, he handed the compass that controlled the flying chariot to Cornelius.
Seeing him like this, Zhuyu didn't dare to ask any more questions and hurriedly ran to the control room.
With Song Mo's follow-up and Zhuyu's control, the flying chariot gradually stabilized after a brief shake. Because she didn't know what happened, Zhuyu had to find a nearby flat field to drop down. However, when she came out, Song Mo also
No one was seen.
The other end——
Song Ling sat in a daze among a pile of golden jewelry.
She didn't know why she suddenly moved, or where she was.
even……
She didn't even know why she couldn't use her spiritual power.
After looking around the room, Song Ling found that except for mountains of gold and silver treasures, there was nothing else in this magnificent room. There was only one lamp on the top. There was a door facing Song Ling.
There is a palm-sized window on the door.
An eye appeared at the window.
"Where is this?" Song Ling asked loudly.
Because of this inexplicable room, the connection between Song Ling and Song Mo was forced to disconnect. Song Mo couldn't feel her for a long time, and he was probably going crazy at this moment.
Thinking of this, Song Ling suddenly remembered that before entering here, she had actually tried to pour spiritual power into the little thing given by Song Mo. It was precisely because of this move that a strong wind arose in her sea of consciousness.
It rained heavily, and then she lost consciousness.
Wait until you open your eyes again...
Song Ling was forced to change places.
"How did you get in?"
A question came from outside the door.
The voice was a little childish, sounding like a child.
"I don't know how I got in. Can you open the door for me?" Song Ling asked.
The eye blinked and moved away from the window for a while, then immediately moved back and said in a low and cautious voice: "Are you a human? If you are a human, I can let you out, but don't hit me, okay.
?"
Weird words.
Song Ling was stunned for a moment, then responded quickly and replied: "Of course, you helped me by saving me. How could I hit you?"
The child heard the promise and opened the door honestly.
And when the door opened, Song Ling understood why he had to pray not to be beaten.
The doorway was dark without light.
A green-skinned boy with a snake-like tail stood hunched at the door, with a cowering expression. His face and body were covered with scales, his hands were longer than his knees, and his feet were fat and swollen, and they were covered with black iron ropes.
"Where is here?" Song Ling walked to the young man's side with a normal expression and asked softly.
The girl swallowed a mouthful of saliva, timidly looked away, and replied: "Beihai, this is Beihai."
North Sea?
On the way from Yecheng, Song Ling didn't know where there was Beihai. She was not a mortal, and ordinary teleportation would not be effective on her, especially the long-distance magic circle, so the teleportation to
The place must be very close.
There is no sea nearby.
At least it wasn't in Song Ling's memory.
"Which Beihai?" Song Ling asked again.
Going out to the right, there is a very long corridor. There are no less than ten rooms on both sides that are similar to the place where Song Ling stayed just now. Looking through the small window on the door, the things inside are similar, and they are all all kinds of strange things.
Rare treasures and gold and silver.
"Jiuqu Beihai is underground." The young man replied.
Song Ling was a little surprised.
The so-called Jiuqu Beihai is not actually an actual place, but a place outside the boundary between Jiuyou and the secular world.
A land without an owner.
Now it seems that Jiuqu Beihai was quietly captured.
"Who tied you up?" Song Ling walked behind the young man, staring at the iron rope on the young man's ankle with the corner of his eye, and asked: "Seeing that you are so cautious, you must be enslaved, right? Where are you going from here?"
Who is the current owner of Jiuqu Beihai?"
The young man glared over with tearful eyes and said hoarsely: "Isn't it you? You humans are the most abominable. You beat us with whips and poison us..."
As he talked, he couldn't hold back his tears, and the young man cried aggrievedly.
Song Ling hesitated for a moment and followed the young man forward silently.
At the end of the long corridor was a black curtain. Song Ling saw the young man reaching out to lift it, so he raised his hand with him. At this moment, light poured in, illuminating Song Ling's face, temporarily taking away the curtain.
Her eyesight.
The soft breeze blows gently.
The faint fragrance of flowers hits my face.
After the dazzling white light, Song Ling rubbed her eyes, covered her face with her hands and looked around.
You can see the spacious streets and pavilions, and you can also see ordinary people with happy faces coming and going. Besides this, there are countless people kneeling on the roadside who are exactly like the young man next to Song Ling.