When Long Wu walked closer to the gray clouds, he seemed to be able to hear the sound of thunder and lightning passing by.
He was extremely frightened.
Doesn't this scene mean that someone is going through a tribulation?
It was obviously the meaning of thunder in the Divine Transformation stage, but when Long Wu was in the scene, he always felt that the degree of danger in it was no less than that of the Heavenly Thunder in the Mahayana stage.
This means that people who overcome the tribulation are very special.
"I..." Long Wu wanted to speak.
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he was immediately frightened back by the purple thunder that flashed out.
Song Mo didn't bother to talk nonsense with him anymore. He stretched out his hand and grabbed him and walked quickly. After a while, he was back at Song Ling's side.
Lian Hen, who originally wanted to escape, was forced to stay.
It wasn't He Yu who persuaded her, nor was Lian Hen's conscience aware of it, nor was it the fact that she fought with He Yu and others and was defeated.
Without him, Song Ling's animal transformation suddenly stopped, and tentacle-like spiritual power directly protruded from Song Ling's seven orifices, locking the lotus mark in place in an instant.
If Lian Hen was confident of escaping in the hands of Long Yu and He Yu, then with Song Ling losing her mind, she could only bow her head and surrender.
not to mention……
Song Ling has recovered most of his spiritual consciousness, and he can most likely withstand the last thunderbolt left. Instead of running away, Lian Hen might as well stay and give Song Ling the impression of helping him in times of need.
Because of this, the three of them worked together to finally get Song Mo back.
"How is it?" Song Mo saw that the lotus marks were still there, took another look at the black tentacles tied to her body, turned to Long Yu and asked, "Is Song Ling injured?"
"What are you doing? How did you bring him back?" He Yu reached out to take Long Wu's hand, and when her eyes fell, she saw the clothes that had been pulled apart from Long Wu's chest.
The clothes were ripped open by Song Mo.
The gleaming Jiuxiao Jade among them was so eye-catching that He Yu even looked away.
"Are you going to give Jiuxiao Jade to Song Ling?" Long Yu asked obediently.
"Yes." Song Mo nodded and said, "Hurry up and think about how to take it off. Song Ling cannot be allowed to face the last thunder."
When Long Wu saw the person next to Song Ling, the big stone in his heart finally fell.
The person who saved him in the past would never suddenly want to kill him. When taking the Nine Heavens Jade, he would definitely be more careful so as not to hurt his life.
Lian Hen standing next to her couldn't move, but her mouth could speak. She looked at Song Mo who was worried and smiled, and said: "Want to get the Nine Heavens Jade? Why don't you ask me? If I feel better, I can help you."
Jiuxiao Jade cannot be obtained just by asking.
Even Long Wu doesn't know the complete technique.
"You'd better shut up, otherwise I wouldn't mind killing you before Song Ling wakes up." Song Mo replied coldly.
He didn't trust Lian Hen, so even if Lian Hen offered to help, he would not allow Lian Hen to get close to Song Ling.
"But..." Long Yu hesitated a little, lowered his voice quickly, and said to Song Mo: "With you alone, how can I think about it in time? What if the last thunderbolt falls?"
"I don't think this person can be trusted either." He Yu unexpectedly appeared on the opposite side of Long Yu and said calmly: "She wanted to run away earlier. If Song Ling hadn't suddenly burst out those black tentacles, we wouldn't be able to escape now.
I've already made contact with her."
The eyes of several people suddenly fell on the trembling Long Wu.
"Don't look at me, I don't know either." Long Wu quickly waved his hand.
"What's the use of looking at him? He's just a puppet." Lian Hen smiled evilly, twitching his brows and said, "If I were you, I wouldn't be so indecisive. If I have another stick of incense, I will give the last one."
Thunder will fall from the sky."
Lianhen deliberately lengthened his tone.
It wasn't until Song Mo's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot that she continued proudly: "When the time comes... you and I will accompany Song Ling to death. That's not right, we are all monsters, and sooner or later our souls will return to the beasts.
Yuan, where's Song Ling? That's what we call real soul-crushing."
It is impossible for a hybrid to return to the abyss of beasts.
They cannot, like mortals, go to the Netherworld after death, or be judged and sent to hell, or be reincarnated.
What awaits the mixed race is true demise.
"Are you still hesitating? A stick of incense doesn't last long." Lian Hen reminded.
Song Mo didn't say anything, but stretched out his hand and pressed it directly on Long Wu's chest, intending to forcefully break off the Jiuxiao Jade in his own way.
Long Wu felt bad when he saw Song Mo's posture.
As a result, just as he was about to struggle a few times, Long Yu and He Yu on the left and right sides immediately cut his hands behind his back, forcing him to remain motionless. He could only raise his head and wait for Song Mo to make a move.
At the critical moment, those randomly dancing tentacles suddenly stretched out a few more, leaving black traces of winding and crawling on the ground.
The tentacles climbed up Long Wu's body little by little, and in a blink of an eye, they came to Long Wu's chest.
These tentacles come from Song Ling's consciousness.
At this time, she had already seen the door to the illusory exit, but because the desert suddenly turned into a vast ocean, and sharp knives kept flying down from the sky, she had to temporarily hold her breath and dive into the water to wait for the opportunity.
Immediately afterwards, she felt Song Mo coming back with Long Wu, and at the same time she understood what Song Mo was going to do.
With a thought in his mind, the tentacles that had just helped Song Ling escape from the quicksand pit faced the rain of sharp blades and stretched straight into the clouds. After a stir, they actually passed through the illusion again.
Just like she had left the lotus mark just now, the tentacles clung to Long Wu's body.
To be honest, Song Ling didn't know how to remove the Jiuxiao Jade, but there seemed to be a force guiding her, so that as soon as she came into contact with the Jiuxiao Jade, she understood what to do next.
Lian Hen, who was waiting for a good show, was also shocked.
She could only watch as the tentacles flexibly unlocked the eighteen layers of restrictions on the Jiuxiao Jade, and at the same time suppressed the spiritual energy shock that would erupt from the Jiuxiao Jade, thus saving the life of the host.
After a while, the tentacles faded away like a tide.
Lian Hen regained his freedom, quickly moved his hands and feet a few times, and fled outside.
Song Mo was too lazy to chase her, and stared at the Jiuxiao Jade that slowly floated towards Song Ling, and said, "As long as we have the Jiuxiao Jade, we can help her get through this difficult situation, right?"
This sentence is more like Song Mo wanting to get a positive answer from Long Yu and He Yu.
"We have to leave." He Yu held each other by the hand and advised: "The time is almost up, there is no use for us to stay here, and we may even distract Song Ling, so let's go out first."
"You guys go out." Song Mo shook off He Yu's hand and said calmly: "I will be by her side, no matter what happens, and... only I can be by her side."
In fact, Long Yu also wanted to say this and wanted to stay.
But she had to admit that what He Yu said was right.
If they stay here, not only will they not be able to help Song Ling, but they may also be accidentally injured. But Song Mo is different. To a certain extent, Song Mo can be said to be a part of Song Ling, and he can help Song Ling share some of the burden at critical moments.
The power of thunder.
"Let's go." He Yu pulled Long Yu again.
The two of them hurriedly ran out of the minefield.