Now that Song Ling's physical body is gone, if you want to take heart blood, you have to condense the spirit to come out and extract it forcibly, but in that case, there will be a certain loss of Song Ling's spirit.
The next thing to go is to a place closer to Nanzhen, and even to Nanzhen. Song Ling is losing his soul at this moment, which is something Lianhen doesn't want to see.
Once the two parties compromised, Lianhen stopped mentioning the matter.
The group of people got on the chariot in silence and headed towards the Pioneer Valley where Song Mo's body was most likely to be hidden.
The night falls.
The flying chariot passed over one empty city after another at low altitude.
The closer you get to Nan Town, the fewer mortals there are. The cold, dark city looks like giant beasts that have died long ago, with only their empty bodies left, crawling quietly in the night.
In the mountains and forests, dots of fire occasionally appear.
"That's the monk on his way to the front line." Lian Hen put his hands on the armrests, looked down, and said to Song Ling casually: "When I came here, I ate twelve, and then I was arrested by Lin Zigui.
Already."
She raised her hand and made a sign of twelve, with a bit of a smile on her face.
Song Ling was also looking at the firelight at this moment.
In Song Ling's eyes, the monks who were sent to the front line of Nanzhen were innocent. She couldn't say a bad word about this, and she didn't want to.
Seeing that Song Ling ignored him, Lian Hen said again: "There are thousands of monks stationed in Pianteng Valley. Have you ever thought about how to sneak in? That is not an easy task."
In the eyes of ordinary mortals, Song Mo's body is naturally nothing special, but in the eyes of monks, it is an abnormal fluctuation of spiritual power that will definitely be discovered.
After discovery?
Either use it or seal it.
In short, Song Ling's trip will not go smoothly.
"When you get to the Pioneer Valley, you can make your own decisions." Song Ling lowered her head slightly and whispered, "Also, don't show off how you eat people in front of me, I don't like it."
Lian Hen raised his eyebrows, sneered, and said, "What? Are you still treating yourself as a human being?"
"Can't you do that?" Song Ling looked sideways at Lian Hen, with a sullen face, and asked: "Are you trying to teach me how to do things? I'm warning you, as long as you want to stay by my side, be more honest and tell me what I like to hear.
Don't say it, don't do it if I don't like it."
At first glance, Lian Hen looked a little dazed at Song Ling's expression.
After being silent for a while, Lian Hen clicked his tongue, straightened up and put his hands behind his back, and said: "Okay, you have the final say now. If you don't like to hear it, just don't say it. But you should also know that some
Things are doomed...you can't go back."
As he spoke, the speed of the flying chariot increased.
The east is white.
The orange-yellow sunlight rises slowly.
Song Mo came out with a cup of tea and handed it to Song Ling and asked, "It's almost time. In just one stick of incense, we can see the entrance of Luo Fenglin. Do you want to stop?"
If you want to enter the Pioneer Valley, the Luofeng Forest in front is the best place to land. When the time comes, Song Mo and the others hide in the outside area. Song Ling, a dignified monk, has just absorbed all the demonic power by Long Yu, so he can walk in openly.
Wind Valley.
"Let's go." Song Ling took a sip of tea and exhaled several times. After confirming that his soul was now stable, he nodded and said: "It's still the previously agreed upon plan. Unless there are special circumstances, you just stay in the outside world.
come out."
"Where's Long Wu?" Song Mo asked again.
Now that Long Wu has regained consciousness, it is not the same as before. If he is taken into an outside world, he may cause some unnecessary trouble.
"Don't worry, he can't do anything to betray me." Song Ling turned over her hands and looked at her nails that were glowing with blue light. She smiled and said, "Jiuxiao Jade gave me some help, and at the same time, it also gave me a glimpse of something."
The smallest bit of memory belongs to him, so it’s not a problem to manipulate him.”
As soon as the flying chariot landed, Song Ling met the monks rushing to the front line.
Two Taiyue Mountain disciples and one Qingshan disciple.
In order to save energy, the three of them did not even build a spiritual chariot, but chose mortal chariots and horses.
Seeing Song Ling carrying a bag alone, the Qingshan disciple driving the car shouted at Song Ling and shouted: "Fellow Taoist in front! Are you going to the front line? If so, why not get in the car and go together."
Once here, there is basically no distinction between sects. Everyone is a fellow Taoist on the same front, and the relationship is much closer.
"Thank you very much." Song Ling stopped, turned around with a smile, cupped her hands towards them, and said, "I am indeed going to the front line of Nanzhen, but... can you guys still fit in this carriage? Don't bother me."
The car curtains are already raised.
It's already a bit difficult for two people to sit in the narrow space inside and stretch their legs.
"It doesn't matter." The Taiyue Mountain disciple on the left climbed on the car door and smiled at Song Ling, saying: "The three of us can just squeeze in. We have just entered the maple forest, and there is still a long way to go into the wind valley. What the hell are you doing?
If you walk on foot, I'm afraid you'll be exhausted."
After two rejections, Song Ling got on the carriage as a matter of course.
The Qingshan disciple who was driving the car was named Fang Wu. The two people in the car, one named Xue Pei and the other Jiang Yi, were inner disciples of Taiyue Mountain and the few remaining disciples of Taiyue Mountain who went to the front line for the first time.
Fang Wu is a regular customer.
He was injured three times and was carried back to Qingshan to recuperate. Each time he returned to the front line after a few months.
"If I don't go, who will? Even capable people like you and me can't resist, so mortals have no choice." Fang Wu smiled and said, "Besides, monsters have devoured too many mortals.
, it will only become stronger by then, and we will be even less able to defeat it."
This makes sense.
Jiang Yi nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, if my master hadn't been worried, I would have gone to the front line long ago."
Xue Pei lowered his head and said nothing.
Obviously, Xue Pei doesn't want to go to the front line to fight.
"Where's fellow Taoist? Looking at the clothes of fellow Taoist, it doesn't look like he's a member of the Taoist sect, but a casual cultivator?" Jiang Yi reached out and patted Xue Pei's shoulder, turned to greet Song Ling and said, "If you're a casual cultivator, what's your name?"
People admire me. I heard from my disciples that 70% of the casual cultivators on the front line died, and the rest ran away if they could."
Song Ling nodded with a wry smile and said, "Yes, I am a casual cultivator. I am not that upright and upright. It's just that my brother lost news on the front line and had to go to the front line to find him."
"Oh?" Fang Wu turned around and asked, "I don't know what my Taoist brother's name is. I've been on the front line for a long time. If I knew, I might be able to provide some useful information to my Taoist friend.
"
"Silent Night." Song Ling replied.
She didn't lie.
Half a month ago, Song Ling had been unable to find Silent Night through the digger, and the two of them seemed to be lost in Nanzhen without any news.
Song Ling didn't believe that something would happen to Jiye. The most likely possibility was that something happened on the front line, which temporarily prevented Jiye from getting out.
"It's him?!" Fang Wu said in surprise.
"Oh?" Song Ling asked nervously, "Does fellow Taoist know about my brother's situation?"