Before the last thunder fell, Song Mo returned to Song Ling's body.
No.
Nowadays, the protection of Song Ling's Yuan Shen has been lost, and her physical body has been reborn and destroyed by her own hands. All Song Mo can recover is that she is attached to Song Ling's Yuan Shen.
Thunder falls.
The sky and the earth change color.
The remaining barrier above Song Ling's head shattered with the sound.
The blue-purple light was like a wolf and a tiger, constantly biting at the spiritual energy escaping from Song Ling's body, and eroding into Song Ling's body at the same time.
Song Ling sat upright like a bell, with her palms folded and palms facing upward.
Countless black tentacles stretched out from her back. After breaking through the purple thunder, they climbed into the sky, then formed a net and swooped down, wrapping Song Ling's entire body.
boom.
boom!
There were several loud earthquakes in succession.
The net formed by the tentacles turned gray-white due to the thunder, the surrounding vegetation was shattered, and even the ground under Song Ling's body was cracked and bottomless.
Song Ling, who had been focusing on regulating her breath, calmed down her surroundings and allocated part of her consciousness to control the tentacles.
Breaking through is important.
But Song Ling always felt that these thunders were unusual, so she wanted to take a look and see what mysteries there were in the sky!
With this thought in mind, Song Ling raised her hand and stood up, her fingertips constantly stirring the aura in front of her.
"Xiao Ling, what do you want to do?" Song Mo asked hurriedly.
"Go up." Song Ling opened his eyes, looked up at the strange sky thunder that was about to fall again, and said: "It stands to reason that the thunder just now should have ended, but look, there are already purple thunder surges in the clouds.
It’s moving, and there’s no sign of it ending.”
Song Mo also discovered it.
"Yes, it's strange. Breaking through a normal realm shouldn't be so difficult. You've just broken through to the stage of becoming a god." Song Mo thought for a while and said.
Turning his index finger, the vortex of spiritual power seemed to be injected with life, splashing into the sky with Song Ling's hand.
Long Yu, who was in the distance, suddenly exclaimed, pointing at the black shadow that quickly jumped into the clouds and said: "What is that? Look! Is that Song Ling!?"
Heyu squinted his eyes and looked at it for a few times, then said uncertainly: "It seems...but why did she go up? The last thunder has just ended, isn't her breakthrough about to end? Isn't it time to adjust her breath to recover?"
, to consolidate your cultivation, what are you doing running up there? And...why haven’t these dark clouds dispersed yet?”
Not only did it not fall apart.
As Heyu's words fell to the ground, those dark clouds actually continued to press down and continue to gather.
"Because this is not just a thunder that breaks the realm." Lianhen on the side leaned on the tree, folded his arms with one hand, looked sideways at the sky, and said: "Just wait and see, she will be thrown down."
After living for thousands of years, what has Lian Hen not seen?
So when I saw the last thunderbolt striking and the thick clouds lingering, I immediately realized something. Moreover, Lian Hen saw Qian Jing Bottle on Song Ling's neck.
Although Lian Hen didn't know how much Song Ling knew about Qian Jing Ping, seeing how Song Ling dared to soar directly into the sky now, it became clear that Song Ling at least didn't know how powerful the residual power of the sky thunder was.
really--
There was only a whooshing sound, and the black shadow on the sky was like a cannon, directly smashing through the thick clouds and crashing into the ground.
"What's going on?" Long Yu turned around, grabbed Lian Hen's collar, and shouted: "Be honest, otherwise I will fight to the death today and drag you here to support you!"
Lian Hen calmly turned his gaze back to Long Yu and said slowly: "Do you know what the thing on her neck is? You don't know. Because you are just little beasts living under the abyss of beasts."
He Yu behind him said nothing.
He looked at the lotus mark with dark eyes and began to ponder in his mind.
Long Yu didn't know Qian Jing Ping, but he did.
The Qian Jing Bottle is placed on ordinary monks to accumulate merit and ascend to heaven in one step. If it is used on a person of special bloodline like Song Ling, it is to help her suppress the violent and demonic energy that is constantly rising in her body.
what else?
He Yu couldn't come to a conclusion for a while.
After all, Lianhen has lived long enough, and maybe he really knows some terrible inside stories.
"Before Song Ling's bloodline was activated, Qianjing Ping absorbed the demonic energy brought about by her increasing cultivation. It wasn't much, so it was barely suppressed." Lian Hen flicked Long Yu's hand away with his fingers and continued with a smile.
: "But what happens after the bloodline is activated? Heaven must be aware of her existence, so every time she breaks through, it will be a disaster of life and death."
Long Yu's eyes widened when she heard this.
If what Lianhen said is true...
Doesn't that mean Song Ling is in danger now?
"How did you know?" Long Yu asked coldly.
"I don't need to lie to you." Lian Hen said shortly, and a stream of light flew out and hovered in the air. "Look, the surging demonic energy around here is no longer normal."
The streamer emitted a dazzling white light.
In the light, the demonic power that has the upper hand is clearly pure black.
It's very similar to the aura on Song Ling's body.
"Neither you, me, nor Song Mo can release such strong demonic power under the current circumstances." Lian Hen explained: "Such a situation illustrates two points."
Long Yu and He Yu almost held their breath.
Seeing that both of them were so serious, Lian Hen covered her lips and smiled, and said: "Of course, it's not difficult to crack... Just one of you two can go over and help her recuperate, and suck out the riot in her body."
Just use your demonic power."
"You stay here and watch her, I'll go find Song Ling." Long Yu immediately jumped up and flew to the place where Song Ling fell. Before leaving, he gave He Yu a few words.
"Okay, be careful." He Yu frowned and glanced at Zi Lei, who was about to fall, and shouted.
"Don't worry about me, I won't leave again." Lian Hen patted the corners of his clothes, sat calmly on the ground, turned his hands, spread his palms to He Yu, and said, "Look, that person is better than you."
There are many scheming people.”
A small black tentacle squirmed between Lianhen's wrists, like a leech or a poisonous snake.
He Yu ignored Lian Hen, turned his hand into a sword, and stood guard opposite Lian Hen holding the sword.
On the other side, Song Ling was still lying in the pit.
Stars appeared in front of her eyes, and she climbed dizzy on the edge of the mud wall toward the ground. Halfway through the climb, her hands weakened and she fell back again.
"Why didn't I see anything just now?" Song Mo said.
"Me too." Song Ling vomited two mouthfuls of blood, then reached out to dig at the mud wall again and climbed up, replying: "Above the ninth level of the sky, there is a mass of darkness, and there is even a feeling of suppressing me in the darkness."
Using her hands hard, she stood up and jumped. She jumped several times in the air and landed barely able to stabilize her body.
At this time, the surrounding thick clouds were almost as low as Song Ling's eyebrows, and those Xiao Su's thunderous intentions were wandering among the clouds, like warnings, passing by Song Ling several times.
"I suspect that the problem may not be in the Nine Heavens." Song Mo felt something vaguely and said quickly: "Do you feel that there is something wrong in your body? It is better to adjust your breath for a while and not rush to investigate."