With a lot of tricks and tricks, Song Ling really managed to scare Mu Lao away.
If Mu Lao was hesitant just now, he poured it all out now, for fear that Song Ling would be punished.
According to Mu Lao's story, it was Lin Zigui who ordered the matter, and Mu Lao and Ling Ran could only be regarded as the executors at best, and did not reap any benefits.
As for the gambling house...
It is said that there is a door under the gambling house. Mu Lao doesn't know its specific function, but every time Ling Ran comes to Luocheng, he will make a special trip to that door.
When he comes out, Ling Ran's face is radiant and his cultivation is often strengthened.
Of course, one cannot always believe Mu Lao’s words.
After all, when this person is seeking to protect himself, he can tell any nonsense, and he will even try to get himself clean, so Song Ling needs to go there to verify it in person.
So Song Ling pretended to be reluctant, forgave Mu Lao, then knocked Mu Lao unconscious, and walked out with several little girls in a dignified manner.
pity……
Couldn't get out.
Mu Lao's previous words were not purely to scare Song Ling. The plaque at the entrance of the embroidery workshop had a prohibition written in gold. If it was forcibly broken through by ordinary means, Ling Ran or others would inevitably be attracted.
"It's interesting." Song Ling murmured in a low voice, raised his hand and lightly tapped the invisible barrier in front of him, "When you came in, this thing was very inconspicuous, but when it went out, it suddenly became a bit sinister."
As Song Ling took action, the originally invisible barrier roared, covering the wall of fire that was two people high. The boiling flame patterns connected into one in an instant, exuding scorching heat.
The little girls had never seen this battle before. They quickly gathered around and hid aside, looking at Song Ling nervously, fearing that Song Ling would be defeated here.
For Song Ling, it is not difficult to break this restriction. What is difficult is how to break it without making any noise.
Just as Song Ling was thinking, the wall of fire in front of her suddenly separated from the middle. The raging fire that was soaring just now seemed to have been tamed, and gradually cooled down, turning into a faint blue flame that was constantly moving.
Then, a man in white clothes and a jade crown appeared in the distance.
It's Ling Ran.
Ling Ran put one hand behind his back and held it in the other, walking slowly.
He walked closer, looked up at Song Ling on the steps, and said, "Ling, long time no see."
Just as Song Ling managed to see through Ling Ran's disguise, it was also easy for Ling Ran to detect Song Ling's transformed appearance.
"Senior Brother Ling Ran, are you trying to stop me?" Song Ling raised his hand and wiped it on his face to remove the illusion, and said warmly: "If that's the case, you and I will have a tough battle to fight today."
"Stop you? No, Ah Ling, you should lie down on Weilu Mountain honestly." Ling Ran lowered his eyes and stroked the spike of his sword, and said in a cold tone: "But it's not bad for me to meet you now. This is wrong.
It's just right that everything ends in my hands. As long as you die, the body in the city lord's mansion will only belong to Zigui."
If Song Ling still had some moral pressure and fear in terms of strength when confronting the old man at the beginning, now when facing Ling Ran, there was no trace of it anymore.
So many senior brothers died at her hands, so what if there was one more Ling Ran?
In the past hundred years, this group of people had been as kind to her as the moon in the mirror. After Lin Zigui, the real owner, reappeared in the world, the moon under the water disappeared instantly.
Not just separated.
They even tried to kill her several times.
Shutting her eyes to hide the disappointment in her eyes, Song Ling clasped her hands together, turned half an inch sideways, and the long sword with a cold light slowly appeared in her palms.
Heavy gray clouds accumulated over Luocheng, with purple thunder and lightning flashing faintly in the clouds. Low-altitude winds blew wildly, causing the blue flames on the surrounding walls to swing wildly.
Ling Ran didn't retreat at all. He held his hands together and summoned a thousand-area wall of fire, pressing straight towards where Song Ling was.
Just like how he behaved in the world, as long as he could kill Song Ling, he didn't care even if half the city was buried with him.
"Senior brother, you are still exactly the same as before." Song Ling bent her elbows and jumped up, hitting the wall of fire with her body. Half of her hair was burnt black. "After killing these people, do you still expect to obtain the great truth? What a dream!"
The blue flames soared to a height of several feet, as if they were about to engulf everything within the confinement.
Song Ling calmly performed the formula and caused a heavy rain.
When the heavy rain poured down, the raindrops carrying spiritual power gradually extinguished the fire wall and protected the little girls within a small area.
However, the wall of fire in front of Song Ling seemed to be alive, in the shape of strands, constantly moving, avoiding Song Ling's attacks.
Boom!
The first thunder fell.
Ling Ran did not dare to stand still at this moment, and avoided the lightning with a light posture to prevent himself from being affected.
"A Ling, you are too young to understand the twists and turns here." Ling Ran stretched out his arms and took a few steps back, turned to look at Song Ling who was resisting in a panic, and said: "But don't worry, I will find you when you are reincarnated.
You, raise you well."
Song Ling laughed angrily, pouted at him, and shouted: "I'll let you go, what about reincarnation in the next life? I'll kill you now! Are you Lin Zigui's right-hand man? Then I'll break her arm today!"
"
The second thunder was coming in an instant.
At the same time, the aura around Song Ling's body was as high as a bamboo knot.
Zila.
Zila.
I don't know when, the Qian Jing Bottle around Song Ling's neck began to tremble continuously, and the gravel inside filled up strangely, and then disappeared strangely.
Correspondingly, there were black lines that spread rapidly on Song Ling's skin.
The mid-air was densely covered with thunder nets.
Ling Ran, who was still able to handle it at first, gradually figured out the rules of avoidance by Song Ling. After a few blows, Ling Ran was no longer as cool and suave as when he came.
But Song Ling himself wasn't much better. He couldn't attack with fire. Ling Ran made a seal with two fingers and mobilized the sharp wind. After a few blows, Song Ling had several wounds on his face and body.
Ling Ran originally thought that Song Ling was just telling lies, but after fighting with each other for hundreds of times, he began to understand that Song Ling was serious and never lied.
But now he had no room to retreat.
Turning his eyes, Ling Ran looked into the embroidery workshop.
There are dozens of jars of nourishment in the embroidery workshop. If used in advance, it can be regarded as a means to counter Song Ling. However, in this way, Wu Luosha on the front line will be at a loss.
After thinking about it carefully, Ling Ran still moved.
He couldn't control what happened in the future, so the right thing to do was to deal with the current trouble.
But what Ling Ran didn't expect was that as soon as he moved, Song Ling not far away also moved, and the thunderclouds above his head clenched tightly, hitting the dye vat in the atrium with a few booms.
Boom!
The dye vat broke into pieces.
Ling Ran swooped down, and Song Ling simply pulled the fire wall down with his bare hands, grabbing the chance before Ling Ran, and pushed the fire wall down into the atrium.