Song Ling counted and found that there were twelve monster beasts in total that could be seen on the surface.
Only two of them can speak human language, and the other ten are no different from ordinary monsters, crawling on all fours and only roaring and hissing meaninglessly.
Listening to the conversation between the two monsters, Song Ling confirmed that there were indeed living people in the village, and there were many of them. The reason why there was such a strong smell of blood around was because they had a delicious meal not long ago.
Want to save someone?
Song Ling didn't even dare to think about it.
This is not something she can do now.
With no spiritual power, if she goes out like this, not to mention saving people, but even filling gaps in their teeth, it may not be enough.
But Song Ling couldn't bear to see a whole village of people become food for monsters.
Thinking of this, Song Ling rummaged through his small baggage and took out a golden Bagua jade plate.
When she left Weilu Mountain, she didn't dare to bring anything with her. Firstly, she was afraid that there would be traces on the magic weapon that could be caught by the master. Secondly, she had no spiritual power and many magic weapons could not be used. If she took it with her, she would reveal her wealth and might be arrested.
Keep an eye on.
And this small jade plate is called Zhui Feng, with eight grids on it, corresponding to the Eight Diagrams, and rolling in it is a black black iron bead, which can be driven without spiritual power. It is a small object she bought quietly when she was in Nanzhen.
, can be used to sense and contact practitioners around the holder.
This place has already exceeded the boundary of Weilu Mountain.
As long as he was lucky, Song Ling didn't believe that he could become a disciple in Weilu Mountain.
So, Song Ling, who did not believe in evil, held Zhui Feng and shook it. However, no matter how many times she shook it, after Zhui Feng shook it, the black iron ball always rolled to the right side of the square.
This means that the ones closest to Song Ling are really the disciples of Weilu Mountain.
The house leaked and it rained all night. Just when Song Ling kept trying, the two monsters who spoke human language suddenly came over to her. One of them was still complaining about smelling fresh popularity.
"Is there a fish that slipped through the net? It's unlucky that it's so late at night and you can't let anyone have a good rest?" the wolf demon spat fiercely.
The fish demon chuckled, pushed the wolf demon next to him with his hand, and said: "What bad luck? Some people are not good. If we eat one more, our strength will increase by one point. If we meet a tender one, we can change the taste, right?"
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Nervous, Song Ling held her hands on the strap of her baggage and hesitated whether to run away.
In addition to chasing the wind, Song Ling actually brought a magic weapon out to the west.
But that thing was a trump card, a life-saving move that could be used as a last resort. If it was used in less than a day after leaving Weilu Mountain, Song Ling didn't dare to think about what he would do next.
However, the moment Song Ling touched her trump card, she discovered that the fish demon and wolf demon in front did not come over.
Without him...
A young man wearing red clothes jumped down from the sky above the dense forest.
"Who is disturbing me while I'm sleeping?" The young man's body was slightly stooped. When he waved his wide sleeves, a dazzling giant bird flew out from his palm, "I'm asking you to make noise! I want to eat grilled fish and roasted wolf tonight, sir."
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The fish demon and wolf demon were not easy to bully. They took out their magic weapons and waved at the young man's head. Their fishy breath made Song Ling, who was in the mire behind, almost roll his eyes.
Roar!
Woo——
The remaining monsters in the village surged out.
However, the young man's cultivation is obviously far superior to that of the monster beasts. Let alone ten beasts, looking at his posture, he can easily control even ten beasts.
But when this happened, Song Ling was a little confused.
This person is obviously a disciple of Maoshan in Nanzhen, but when Song Ling used Zhuifeng just now, he could not find any traces of anyone other than Wei Lushan.
Is it possible...
Song Ling's eyes widened, looking up and down at the young man's back that flashed from time to time.
Unless this person is in the Void Refining stage, the one in front of him is just one of his thousands of incarnations, and is not an entity that Zhui Feng can sense.
Are there such powerful young disciples in Nanzhen?
Song Ling thought about it carefully.
Dao Yi Xian Zun has passed away, and the law enforcement elder known as Tian Zun is now in charge of Maoshan in Nanzhen. The inner disciples who originally practiced under Dao Yi Xian Zun are also guided by Tian Zun.
In my memory, there is such a person...
This man rejected Tianzun and went to Nanzhen alone. From then on, he only shuttled among the beasts, killing the monsters as his only way.
By the time Song Ling thought about this clearly and recalled that person's name, the young man was already standing in front of her.
Song Ling's embarrassed look was reflected in his dark eyes.
"Who are you?"
"You are Silent Night."
They both spoke at the same time.
When the young man heard his name being called out, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He looked at Song Lin with his eyes and said, "How do you know my name? You look like your spiritual veins are all broken. Could it be that you were injured by a monster?"
Which disciple are you from? You are so embarrassed."
The rumored Silent Night is a taciturn practitioner.
This one in front of me...
But he is a talker.
From the moment Song Ling met his eyes, his mouth never stopped, either making speculations about Song Ling's identity, or mocking the two monsters on the ground.
When Song Ling said that there were still living people in the village, Jiye was not surprised. He nodded and said, "Yes, I know there are living people in it, but if you hadn't exposed your whereabouts just now, those two monsters would
Lead him to me, and I won't take action."
"Do you want to follow them to the stronghold?" Song Ling immediately guessed what Li Ming was thinking.
But now...
This means that there may be no one left in the village.
Jiye turned around, and after observing Song Ling's expression, he said nonchalantly: "Yes, they will die, but I can kill the monster king with this. If you look at the results alone, tens of thousands of people will hide because of this."
After a calamity, they will die a worthy death."
Song Ling said nothing.
Seeing that the people behind him were silent, Jiye continued: "You also said that you are a casual cultivator. I heard that the casual cultivators are not as bitter and hateful as you. Which disciple? From Weilu Mountain, the one closest to here?
It’s Weilu Mountain.”
"Yes, I'm from Weilu Mountain. If you have a digging rat, you should have heard my stories recently." Song Ling said in a broken voice.
Instead of continuing to conceal his identity, it is better to make it clear and let Jiye put down his guard.
After all, Jiye left Nanzhen, and there was no need to worry about or please Weilushan, so there was no need to take her back in exchange for Weilushan's gratitude.
"Digger?" Ji Ye shook her sleeves and said, "Look at the cool look of my sleeves. Am I someone who can afford a digger? Even if the price is reduced, I still can't afford it."
While they were talking, the two of them had already reached the mountain col behind the village.
At first glance, there are at least a hundred people imprisoned here, and everyone has a confused look on their face. They must have been poisoned by monsters or drugs.