Killing a master will definitely be punished by God. Once Song Ling does it, he will definitely have to endure the danger of the Thousand Purification Vase overflowing and the thunder coming from the sky.
Of course, the benefits are very high.
While Song Ling was thinking, a voice came from below.
She quickly fluttered her sleeves and used magic to hide her figure, then turned sideways and glanced down, and sure enough, she saw Lin Zigui walking up the stairs, followed by a follower with his face covered.
"So far, we have collected all the departed souls you need." The masked man lowered his head and reported in a low voice with a very humble look: "The waves are rising at the south end, and we will make up for it in time, so you don't have to worry."
Lin Zigui remained expressionless, as if he was not listening to the masked man at all.
However, when the masked man finished speaking, Lin Zigui suddenly laughed and said in a warm voice: "You did a good job, you deserved it when I rescued you from the Eight Directions Prayer Hall."
The masked man's waist arched even lower.
Eight Directions Prayer Hall?
Song Ling listened with pointed ears.
There were only a few people in the Bafang Prayer Hall at that time, and the one worthy of Lin Zigui's rescue was either Wei Zheng or Wei Pingqiu.
After all, Ling Feiyan and Chu Jibai were both locked up there, and most of the remaining insect elders were useless.
Lin Zigui and the masked man at the bottom inspected each level, and finally reached the top floor and stood in front of the crystal coffin.
"Master, are you feeling better today?" Lin Zigui leaned over the crystal coffin and asked thoughtfully with his eyes lowered.
As soon as he finished speaking, a shadow appeared above the crystal coffin.
"It's okay, I can't notice anything even if I stay here all day long." There was no emotion in Canghua Immortal Lord's voice, which was different from the discussion tone when talking to Song Ling.
There are obviously cracks, and there are obviously different ways.
These two still have to pretend to be kind and friendly.
"Master, what did you say? I asked you to recuperate here out of good intentions. Master's injuries are so serious. If you don't rely on these departed souls to support you, how long will Master plan to heal?"
"Zi Gui, does he want me to heal my wounds as soon as possible and then leave this place?"
"Of course, as a disciple, I only want my master to be healthy. The beast tide in the five towns is on the verge of breaking out. It is a blessing for the Taoist sect and the common people that the master can come out and uphold justice again."
After listening to it, it was all just words, and Song Ling didn't hear anything at all.
We don’t know how Canghua Immortal Lord was injured, how badly he was injured, or why Lin Zigui was able to do this.
Strictly speaking, Lin Zigui's methods of unknown origin were so many that Song Ling had never seen them before.
The masked man on the side suddenly straightened his back and glanced sharply at where Song Ling was.
Song Ling quickly gathered her spiritual power and held her breath again to make her presence less strong.
"What's wrong?" Lin Zigui saw the strange behavior of the masked man, raised his eyes and asked, "Is someone coming in?"
The masked man shook his head and said, "There seemed to be a strange breath movement just now, but I checked carefully and found nothing. Maybe I was too nervous."
"Since you have discovered something, it is definitely not an illusion." Lin Zigui paid great attention to the discovery of the masked man, and said quickly: "Go and check, and report back as soon as you have any news."
After receiving the order, the masked man quickly bowed in response, turned around and walked out.
Lin Zigui was left alone with Canghua Immortal Lord.
As soon as the room was quiet, Lin Zigui sighed and said softly: "Master, if you really want to doubt my disciple's thoughts, I can actually let you out now."
The shadow in mid-air remained unmoved.
Lin Zigui continued: "But in that case, master, wouldn't you have to go out and work despite your injuries? I really can't bear it."
Hearing this, an almost inaudible smile flashed across Canghua Immortal Lord's face.
Song Ling understood.
That doesn't mean that Canghua Immortal Lord understands or forgives Lin Zigui, but it means that he is getting more and more angry and has reached the point where he can't bear it anymore.
Sure enough, before Lin Zigui could continue to speak, Canghua Immortal Lord raised his chin slightly, interrupted Lin Zigui, and said: "Why do you do these hypocritical things with me? Since I came here, I didn't think about it.
Go out, you won’t let me go out after all.”
"Master has misunderstood me." Lin Zigui's beautiful eyes filled with tears, and he replied softly: "I also said just now, if master really wants to leave, I will not stop him, but... master should protect his own body.
For your own sake.”
"Okay, then let me out." Canghua Immortal Lord looked at Lin Zigui coldly and said unceremoniously: "I was really blind at the time, so I felt that your talent should not be buried, and then I thought
I’m here to help you regain your life.”
Unexpectedly, Lin Zigui's ambition was exposed after encountering some obstacles.
Just like she said.
She couldn't wait, she didn't want to wait for a moment.
If Cang Hua doesn't help her get Song Ling's body, then she will do it herself.
However, after taking the position of the previous sect leader, Lin Zigui didn't have time to deal with Song Ling, so in his spare time, he resumed his old plan and planned to refine a new body for himself.
"Master, doesn't he love me?" Lin Zigui leaned his body, looking down at the Canghua Immortal with his eyes closed in the crystal coffin, and said, "I didn't expect that master could be such a ruthless person. When he came back from his dream at midnight, master
Have you ever thought about my disciple’s place..."
When he said these words, Lin Zihui turned his wrist and pushed away the crystal coffin, stretched out his hand to touch Canghua Immortal Lord's cheek, and held Canghua Immortal Lord's hand with his other hand, touching his neck.
There seems to be a lot of affection.
All the way down.
Lin Zigui had two crystal tears hanging on his eyelashes, and his voice was even more aggrieved: "If Master doesn't believe me, how about just waiting for a few more days? When these divorces are enough, Master will be fine.
I can leave this place. When the time comes, Master will know at a glance whether I am true or false."
This means that Canghua Immortal Lord cannot leave now.
Canghua Immortal Master realized that there was no room for mediation between himself and Lin Zigui, so he turned cold and stopped speaking.
Lin Zigui, on the other hand, acted like a real person, leaning on the crystal coffin and mumbling to himself, describing the difficulties he had been having these days.
Song Ling became impatient and planned to turn around and go downstairs.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she took a step, the doors and windows around her were suddenly locked, and the wooden floor under her feet was filled with golden waves.
"Who is there?" Lin Zigui's face suddenly changed and he asked coldly.
Song Ling knew that it was impossible for him to trigger the restriction of the Soul Locking Tower, so it could only be the fault of Canghua Immortal.
Thinking of this, Song Ling raised her eyes to look at Canghua Immortal Lord in mid-air, and her eyes met with his.