"What is this?" Chu Jibai put a hand on his chest and felt the power inside his body slowly passing away.
Just a moment.
Chu Jibai's face was as pale as paper, and he didn't even have the energy to speak.
Song Ling quickly went over and pulled Chu Jibai behind him, and then used his spiritual power to spread out, trying to explore the spirit and see what it was.
However, after Chu Jibai looked at the thing twice, his throat suddenly vomited blood, and his whole body collapsed into a pool of blood in a few breaths.
The sword spike was particularly eye-catching in the pool of blood.
Song Ling realized that there was something wrong with the strange thing in front of him, and quickly withdrew and flew into the air. At the same time, he looked around sharply, trying to find any flaws.
But no matter how Song Ling tried, the strange thing walking on all fours in front of him was like an iron wall and could not be spied on.
Just when Song Ling was at a loss what to do——
Chu Jibai's blood turned into bubbles.
The sword tip shook off the blood and floated to the surface, emitting a dazzling golden light.
"I'll hold this thing back, and you can leave quickly."
An extremely weak voice came from the air.
It's Chu Jibai.
Today, Chu Jibai only has half of his soul left.
It's not that she is self-sacrificing or has deep feelings for Song Ling. She is just angry that she is being used.
"She used the methods of demon cultivation to seduce me, and used the Eight Directions Prayer Hall to lure me onto the path of no return. I never expected that she had the intention of turning me into nourishment from the very beginning!"
Chu Jibai's voice became weaker and weaker, but the anger in his words became more and more obvious.
"Who is she?" Song Ling did not leave, but raised her head and asked.
"The forest returns."
"It's Lin Zigui!"
Song Ling only had time to hear these two sentences before she saw a burst of bright light explode.
She was pushed out of the Bafang Blessing Hall by Chu Jibai's power, and a moment later, the Bafang Blessing Hall was razed to the ground by landslides and ground cracks.
Inside Rinku Castle.
Song Mo walked back and forth anxiously outside the main hall.
When he couldn't bear it anymore, Song Ling just fell from the sky and landed in front of him.
"You're back?"
When Chu Linglong from behind saw Song Ling, her eyes lit up and she hurriedly came up to meet him.
"Well, I'm fine, don't worry." Song Ling leaned over and picked up Song Mo. The last words were not meant for Chu Linglong, but for Song Mo.
Duan Rong stood far away under the corridor.
Speaking of which, she had almost recalled the whole story of her coming to Linkong City. It would be a lie to say that she was not sad, but she was more grateful to Song Ling.
She knew that she was not friendly to Song Ling in the past. Although she helped Song Ling get down the mountain, she still wanted something.
At this time, when they met again at the Bafang Prayer Hall, she really didn't expect that Song Ling would help her so regardless of past grudges.
"How are you?"
Song Ling waved to Duanrong and asked in a loud voice as he walked here.
After coming back to his senses, Duanrong raised his hand and tucked the strands of hair behind his ears. He looked away slightly awkwardly and said, "I'm fine. Thank you very much."
"You're welcome." Song Ling laughed playfully, turned her eyes and folded her hands, stood next to Duanrong, and asked, "What are you going to do next? Is the situation on the other side of Weilu Mountain not so good?"
Duanrong nodded and replied: "The fighting on the front line is tense. Most of the disciples in the sect have been sent to the front line. I was also going to go."
Why didn't you go?
Because the Emperor of Qin wrote a letter asking Duanrong to come back.
The current emperor of Qin should be the grandson of Duanrong's younger brother.
The clan members called Duanrong to return to Qin, but Duanrong didn't even think about putting on airs, so he packed up his things and went back. Unexpectedly, on the day he arrived in Qin, Duanrong fell into the trap of the emperor of Qin.
In the final analysis, I still trust my relatives too much.
If that can be considered a relative.
"After that... I'll probably go to the front line." Duanrong lowered his head, folded his hands in front of him, peeled off his nails, and said, "The world is so big that I don't even have a serious place to go now. Although the front line is
It’s dangerous, but there’s always a place for me.”
Song Ling made a sound, took out a flying chariot from the Qiankun bag, put it in Duanrong's hand, and said, "I'll give this to you, and I won't say anything else. I wish you a safe journey."
If anything happens in the future, Song Ling doesn't expect Duan Rong to help her. She just hopes that Duan Rong won't stab him in the future.
Seeing how generous and generous Song Ling was, Duanrong pursed her lips, and after being silent for a while, she said, "Actually... you don't have to worry about Weilu Mountain now."
"What should I say?" Song Ling immediately raised her ears.
Duanrong thought for a moment, carefully worded his words, and explained: "Before I left, Canghua Immortal Lord had not shown up for a long time. At that time, Lin Zigui was handling the affairs of the sect."
It's not like Lin Zigui has never thought of using the sect's power to capture Song Ling.
But with the increasingly serious beast tide and the cumbersome affairs within the sect, Lin Zigui couldn't spare any time to take care of Song Ling's affairs.
"She is already very busy as a dispatcher. If she wants to spare time to deal with you, she must at least wait until the beast tide in South Town has stabilized." Duanrong continued.
Song Ling frowned.
Song Ling had no doubts about what Duanrong said.
What she was curious about was how Lin Zigui found time in his busy schedule to fool Chu Jibai? Did Chu Linglong's method of resurrecting Tu Wen also come from Lin Zigui?
What is the intention behind this series of things?
At least Song Ling could be sure of one thing, that is, Lin Zigui was not here for her.
The reason why he was bumped into by her was just a mistake.
"Okay, I understand, thank you." Song Ling patted Duanrong on the shoulder, looked up at the sky, and said, "Now I really want Canghua Immortal Lord to come and find me, just to test my skills."
As soon as he said this, Duanrong looked at Song Ling as if he were a fool.
In Duanrong's eyes, Song Ling's words were really out of place.
"Hahahaha." Song Ling met Duanrong's gaze and said with curved eyes: "I'm just kidding, I'll see you off. Leave from here. I have somewhere to go, so I won't go with you."
With that said, Song Ling took Duanrong and led her out of the city.
Song Ling was not interested in the secret meeting of Chang Shan Road, so after taking the Lingluo Sha from Chu Jibai's hand, Song Ling got on the flying chariot and headed south with Dogwood.
Originally, Song Ling thought that his cultivation level could be improved somewhat during this encounter with Chang Shan Dao. However, when he took some time to vomit it out, his cultivation level was as solid as an iron plate, unable to move, not even the gravel in the Thousand Purification Bottles.
rose.
just like……
Everything has come to a standstill.
"The thing I fear most may really happen." Song Ling put her hands on her chin, leaning on the table, looking straight at the Qian Jing Ping in front of her, and said: "I'm afraid my cultivation will not change now, isn't it?
Because I'm stuck in a bottleneck period."
"What is that?" Cornelius asked.
"It's because of the physical body." Song Mo interjected while squatting on the table, cracking pine nuts.