In the blink of an eye, Song Mo transformed into a human form, grabbed Song Ling's hand and dragged her in front of him.
Suddenly approaching——
Song Ling couldn't help but hold her breath and looked at the cold-looking 'person' in front of her with twinkling eyes.
At this moment, Song Mo's momentum was completely different.
Compared with his ignorance at the beginning and his innocence and cuteness in his animal form, Song Mo at this time is more like a cultivator who has been in a high position for a long time. The sense of oppression it brings to Song Ling is not inferior to Canghua Immortal.
"Song Ling, are you afraid of me?" Song Mo's breath fell on Song Ling's ear.
Afraid!
Why aren't you afraid?
Are you the king of monsters?
All the powerful people who have been cultivated in the integration stage can only disappear in front of you, let alone me, a useless little golden elixir?
However, Song Ling did not dare to say these words at all.
She could only smile timidly, turned her head away, and whispered: "No, I'm not afraid. I'm just worried that Ji Ye won't be able to resist and will suffer a loss at the hands of that casual cultivator."
A good man never suffers immediate losses.
When Song Ling finds a solution to the ring, she will definitely spit on the pine ink and flee to the horizon.
Hearing what Song Ling said, Song Mo smiled lowly, then let go of his hand and said, "Song Ling, you need to find a way to leave by yourself. All I can do for you is to stay by your side."
It sounds like it's very affectionate.
But Song Ling knew that if Song Mo really had to hibernate in her body because of serious injuries, then at this moment, even though she had recovered part of the body by mistake, Song Mo still could not fully recover it.
Leave because——
Song Ling's spiritual bones were broken.
The Song Mo inhabiting Song Ling's body was equivalent to being shattered.
If Song Mo wants to leave, he has to find his own body or wait for Song Ling to repair his spiritual bones.
"This is made of your spirit bones, right?" Song Ling raised his hand and rubbed the ring on his right hand, and said: "Every time a monster advances to a higher level, it will shed a pair of spirit bones. This is what you shed.
Spiritual bones. So after I put it on, you can leave my body for a short time to clean up Shengwu."
Song Mo tilted his head and stared at Song Ling.
Relief and smile appeared in the dark eyes.
After a silence, he explained: "That's not entirely true. This is indeed made of my spirit bone, but it is not the spirit bone that fell off when I was promoted. It was scraped from Shengwu's body."
At that time, Sheng Wu took a bite of Song Ling's flesh, which made Song Mo, who had been sleeping, feel his own body. When he woke up, he immediately followed the flesh and blood and entered Sheng Wu's body.
Just when Song Mo was about to seize the body directly, the body that had been nourishing Song Mo suddenly burst out with extremely powerful force and pulled Song Mo back who had just come out.
In desperation, Song Mo could only pry away a bone fragment from Sheng Wu's body, and then followed the force that grabbed him to the outside world.
From the initial ignorance, to imitation, to absorption, to the first word he spoke, Song Mo seemed to have spent a long thousand years. But when he opened his eyes, he found that only a quarter of an hour had passed. The person in front of him
The woman who called herself Song Ling was still talking nonchalantly.
Song Ling.
These two words rolled across Song Mo's tongue.
He couldn't describe what he was feeling.
For a monster, three years is too insignificant. Even a monster that neglects cultivation can live for thousands of years. It stands to reason that as soon as he wakes up, he should swallow this woman and let her become nourishment.
But he didn't.
He just greedily absorbed the emotions he felt from Song Ling, and learned the behaviors and ways of thinking that only talents have. But after his consciousness was fully restored, he felt nostalgia in his heart, and he didn't even have the slightest intention to kill Song Ling.
.
In just three years, he has become somewhat different.
"How do I find the door to go out?" Song Ling hurriedly looked away, looking around Lin Hai, and asked.
"Its door has always existed in your sea of consciousness." Song Mo stretched out his hand and tentatively stretched his fingers towards Song Ling.
Just when Song Mo was about to touch Song Ling——
A pop sound.
Song Mo suddenly turned into a palm-sized monster again. Even if he pulled Song Ling's boots to climb up, he couldn't reach Song Ling's face.
"So you can't completely maintain your human form?" Song Ling leaned over and held Song Mo in his palm, saying, "Since your strength is not enough, you should just maintain the form of a monster."
The main reason was that Song Ling was afraid that Song Mo would retract the ring again without paying attention, and would not be able to guide her.
And if you really can't escape from this outside world...
If Jiye loses outside, Song Ling will lose a bodyguard, and the journey to Liang will be a bit more risky.
…
…
Jing Ye looked coldly at the woman in red in front of her and scolded: "I advise you to hand over those two cannibals, otherwise I won't mind destroying them together with you."
Under the moonlight.
A scroll glowing with golden light floated behind Ji Ye, and above the scroll, several afterimages like swords vaguely emerged.
This is a simple utensil that Jiye described on the ancient battlefield.
Each statue contains the power of the Nascent Soul stage, enough to destroy an entire mortal city.
Being able to force Ji Ye to use this means that in his heart, the woman in red is quite powerful, and he thinks he is not completely sure, so he acts with caution.
"I have heard of your name, but aren't you determined to kill the monsters in the world?" The woman's eyes flashed, her red lips slightly parted: "They are not monsters, they are just spiritual beasts that drank my blood.
"
The graceful waist swings lightly.
The woman unfolded her sleeves, and three ferocious-looking tigers flashed out from under her.
It is said to be a tiger, but in fact it no longer looks like a tiger. Its sharp-edged hair is standing up, its fangs are expanding, its eyes are red, and two horns have grown out of its forehead.
"You want to kill them? Do you think you can kill them?" The woman sat sideways on the back of one of the beasts, her slender legs exposed in the half-open skirt.
Under the moonlight, the woman's body emits a soft light that makes people unable to take their eyes away, and the strong fragrance spreads out in circles, forming tangible waves.
"Then come and give it a try." Jingye raised his hands and put them together, shouted in his mouth, and released two simple weapons, "If I guessed correctly, you are the jade-faced fox Ran Qingqiu, a casual cultivator of Changshan Dao.
,Right!"
call out--
The simple utensils were blown down by the wind.
The surrounding heaven and earth seemed to condense at this moment, and even the moonlight was torn apart and isolated from the outside.
The woman who was sitting on the giant beast just now disappeared suddenly, leaving only the scent and the charming voice that was intoxicating:
"it's me."
"Since you know it's me, why do you want to ruin my good deeds?"
"You take your Yangguan Road, and I'll cross my single-plank bridge. If you stop here, I can spare your life."
Click!
Jingye changed his body shape, pulled out a black shadow behind his back, then raised his arm to hold the remaining simple weapon, and stabbed the black shadow directly in the chest.
Ran Qingqiu, who was so proud just now, fell onto the giant beast in embarrassment.