After saying this, Song Ling temporarily closed off her five senses.
She didn't know how strong Lian Hen was, and she didn't dare to let go of her five senses, lest she be eroded without realizing it. At the same time, because she didn't have much spiritual power left, she kept a hand and only used a little spiritual power.
Give strength to the lotus marks.
Whenever Lian Hen dares to plot something else, Song Ling can immediately counterattack.
Fortunately...
It doesn’t matter how many lotus marks there are, just having them is enough.
I could only hear a few cranes chirping in the wind, and gorgeous spells were dancing all over the sky. The cool rain falling through the clouds extinguished all the cold flames that could be touched. Not long after, the alchemy furnace began to shake, and it seemed to be collapsing.
mega.
Song Ling was unaware of all this.
Because when she regained consciousness, she was already outside the alchemy furnace.
Qingfeng and Tongsheng, who were guarding the alchemy furnace, noticed something was wrong when they saw the nameless fire in the alchemy furnace extinguished. Then when they saw the alchemy furnace exploded into countless pieces, they immediately ran out.
The two of them ran while performing spells, and after going out, they threw a red object into the sky, which seemed to be sending a signal to someone.
The two boys guarding the white jade coffin looked frightened. After a few breaths, they pulled out the swords in their arms and tried to attack the people who suddenly appeared in the hall.
But how could Lianhen give them a chance to take action?
There was a flash of cold flames, and the two boys didn't even have time to say anything. Their mouths and noses bled, and they fell straight down.
"Can't go?" Lianhen asked, pouting towards the white jade coffin.
Song Ling glanced at her sideways, said nothing, kicked away the fragments of the alchemy furnace at his feet, and walked towards the white jade coffin.
At this moment, a dark shadow flashed at the door.
Chen Liansheng has already arrived.
Seeing the fragments of the alchemy furnace on the ground, Song Ling, Lian Hen, and the corpses of the two boys in Yijiao, how could Chen Liansheng not know what happened? He immediately formed seals with his hands and was about to attack the palace.
However, Lian Hen seemed invisible. He leaned down to pick up the Qiankun bag that fell on the ground, took out the gray-white bones from it, and stuffed them into his body one by one without haste.
All variables are frozen at this moment.
Just as Chen Liansheng was about to step into the hall, he was pushed out by a strong force. Finally, he fell to the ground with his hair crown shattered and he was in a state of devastation.
"Hurry up." Lian Hen raised his hand sideways, urging Song Ling to return to the physical body as soon as possible, and then said: "If you are worried about anything, you can leave with the physical body."
Anyway, just run away first and don't waste time here.
"You are so powerful..." Song Ling supported the white jade coffin with one hand and looked at the lotus marks and said, "How long can you hold him off?"
Lian Hen rolled her eyes at Song Ling and said helplessly: "Little bastard, your mother is having a flashback! Do you really think I can delay this for a long time? If that kid sees the flaw, you and I won't be able to leave."
How can the lotus mark of the destroyed body be healed in a breath? All that can be done is to use the wreckage to support the spirit, supply spiritual power, and make some bluff.
"In that case, just watch with peace of mind and don't rush me," Song Ling joked.
Outside, Chen Liansheng jumped up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, glared at Lianhen, and said: "I wanted to keep you conscious for a few days, but unexpectedly you didn't give yourself a way to survive. In that case, then go die."
As he spoke, he put his hands together and waved his sleeves, and his sleeves were puffed up by the sudden strong wind.
A golden magic circle formed behind Chen Liansheng.
What surprised Chen Liansheng and Lian Hen was that Song Ling, who was originally supporting the white jade coffin, lowered his hand and pushed his wrist to open the white jade mushroom. At the same time, he turned his other hand into a sword and plunged straight into it.
"Stop!" Chen Liansheng roared even more terrifyingly than before, "A-Ling! Don't do anything that will make you regret! Just stop, there is still room for maneuver!"
However, Song Ling dropped her wrist, turned to smile at Chen Liansheng, and said bluntly: "Senior brother is wrong, I will really regret it if I don't do this. Doesn't Lin Zigui want my body? I will destroy it for you right now.
How should you respond?"
The coquettishness and bright smile look particularly strange.
Even though they were far apart, Chen Liansheng outside the palace gate could see the splattering blood and the spiderweb-like cracks gradually appearing on the white jade coffin.
The white jade coffin and the body are integrated.
Now that the white jade coffin is about to burst, the physical body will naturally not be preserved.
Oops, it's late.
Such thoughts flashed through Chen Liansheng's mind.
He knew that he should make amends in time, otherwise he would not be able to deliver when Lin Zi came back. However, when he was about to push out the magic circle, he suddenly stopped.
Lin Zigui, who couldn't get Song Ling's body, had only the last resort, right?
By then, Lin Zigui will need more help.
The icing on the cake is not as good as providing help when it is timely.
She couldn't save her body, so when she returned to Linzi to save her face, she could only give him a few words. She didn't have many people she could use at the moment, so she wouldn't really do anything to him.
What's more, Song Ling has already destroyed his body. Even if he can save it, he will probably need good medicine and spiritual treasures to nourish him for a long time. There is no certainty as to whether he will be able to survive by then.
Thinking of this, Chen Liansheng dispersed the magic circle behind him with a flick of his finger.
Song Ling stabbed the chest of his body with a sword. He used his wrist force and slashed all the way down. His spiritual power was wrapped around the blade, and it was as strong as breaking bamboo, destroying all the restrictions that Crow Feather had left in the white jade coffin.
Thousands of miles away, Crow Feather felt the restriction dissipate and frowned slightly.
"Chief Immortal, what's the problem over there?" Song Zhen, who had been observing Crow Yu's expression, stood up quickly and asked.
Crow Feather waved his hand, narrowed his eyes and said, "Song Ling personally broke the restriction."
"Ah!" Song Zhen remembered clenching his sleeves tightly, stamping his feet, and said, "She must have encountered some trouble that she can't solve. Damn it, if I wasn't too weak, how could I allow Weilu Mountain to be so humiliated!
"
"Your Majesty, please be patient." Crow Yu raised his hand in salute and explained: "Song Ling has now achieved great success in the cultivation of his soul, but his physical body has become the bottleneck of his soul. This time he cannot break or establish. Maybe it was she who made the decision.
There are other ways."
"But..." Song Zhen was still very worried.
"Your Majesty, you don't trust me?" Crow Feather asked.
Song Zhen sighed, as if he had relieved himself, and sat back on the dragon chair again, closing his eyes and saying, "Why don't I believe you? I'm just worried..."
The Song family has always been determined to live in ruins rather than in ruins.
This is what he's worried about.
"Your Majesty." Crow Yu knelt on one knee in front of Song Zhen, bowed his head and said, "I have reported to you before that Song Ling has such a horoscope, which means she is prone to many disasters, but her victory lies in her agility in surviving desperate situations.
and courage, so Your Majesty can wait here with peace of mind, Song Ling will surely overthrow..."
Boom!
Suddenly there was a sudden wind and rain outside the palace, and there was lightning and thunder.
Crowfeather also stopped mid-sentence.
"I know." Song Zhen rubbed his forehead and said, "I have pity on your disciple..."
"Your Majesty, that is the fate he promised. It is not pitiful." Crow Feather maintained his salute posture and said word by word.
Despite what he said, tears appeared faintly in the corners of Crow Feather's eyes.