Nowadays, most of the disciples of Welu Mountain are killing monsters on the front line of Nanzhen, even the elders are no exception. That is to say, Yifeng needs to deal with some daily affairs of the sect, so he stays in Welu Mountain.
In Lin Zigui's opinion, this excuse made by Canghua Immortal Lord was blameless.
But Lin Zigui was even more angry.
Especially when he thought of the ever-changing lantern that had regained its vitality, Lin Zigui knew that Song Ling must be trying to rebuild the foundation. If he didn't go find Song Ling now, would he have to wait for Song Ling to complete his cultivation before catching him back?
Wouldn't it be too late!
However, after this thought flashed through Lin Zigui's mind, she suddenly realized that she no longer regarded Song Ling as a waste or a mere shell.
It should be said that Lin Zigui re-examined Song Ling from the moment he witnessed Song Ling dare to take out his own spiritual bones.
But the more this happened, the more Lin Zigui knew that he had to bring Song Ling back as soon as possible.
Too late and things will change.
Canghua Immortal Lord wiped away Lin Zigui's tears with his backhand and continued to comfort her: "There will be no change in the matter of changing souls. Zigui, be patient. You were not like this before."
It's okay not to mention this sentence, but when it is mentioned, Lin Zigui's eyelashes are filled with resentment.
Yes, her Taoist heart is stable.
That's why she was able to stay under the Abyss of Beasts for three hundred years. During these three hundred years, she struggled on the edge of dissipating her spiritual consciousness every day, and every day she envied the bright sun and breeze above thousands of feet.
She could see it all, but she couldn't touch it.
When Lin Zigui saw a face that was exactly the same as her own when she was a child and felt the temptation of that body, she knew the opportunity had come.
It was she who tried her best, endured the pain of being bitten by the monster, and used magic to cross the abyss, allowing the Canghua Immortal to see Song Ling among the other princes and princesses of the Liang Kingdom.
A hundred years may have made Song Ling forget some things.
At first, neither the emperor nor the empress of the Liang Kingdom wanted Song Ling to be selected, nor did they want Song Ling to leave the Liang Kingdom to seek immortality. However, because of Lin Zigui's inducement, Canghua Immortal Lord naturally discovered that he was being chosen by the empress.
He held Song Ling in front of him, deliberately covering his face with his sleeves and robe.
With just one glance, Canghua Immortal Master could see the compatibility between Song Ling and Lin Zigui.
What Lin Zigui expected was that everyone in Weilu Mountain had not forgotten her, including Canghua Immortal Lord. They took Song Ling away, took care of Song Ling considerately, and tried their best to help Song Ling survive as quickly as possible.
It forms a golden elixir within a certain period of time.
As long as the golden elixir is completed, Song Ling can survive the soul-changing ceremony.
"I have been waiting for three hundred years." Lin Zigui raised his head with tears in his eyes, looking sad, "Master, every moment under the abyss of beasts was sacrificed by me, why do you still want me to wait?
Why? Now that Ah Ling's ever-bright lamp has been restored, as long as you bring her back as soon as possible, you have many ways to make her form pills quickly, don't you?"
Forming the elixir for the second time is of course easier than forming the golden elixir for the first time.
Love to the depths...
Lin Zigui spat out a mouthful of blood, then tilted his head and fainted in the arms of Canghua Immortal Lord.
Yifeng, who had always been standing by and waiting, moved forward, then restrained himself from standing still, lowered his head and said, "Master, this is Ah Ling's ever-burning lantern. Do you think you want to send this lantern to Chang'an and Qilin?"
With a light, it is much easier to chase people.
"No need." Canghua Immortal Lord picked up Lin Zigui, casually turned to look at the lamp in Yifeng's hand, and said: "The most important thing now is to get the crystal jade, and the other is to take the lead in killing Nanzhen.
The monsters, the others should take it easy first."
After missing the opportunity, he was no longer in a hurry to capture Song Ling.
The seal of Nanzhen was broken again and again, and monsters poured into the Taoist sect and the secular world like a wave. This is what Canghua Immortal is most concerned about.
As for Lin Zigui.
At present, Lin Zigui is protected by Fengyuan's precious blood. As long as he, the caster, is fine, nothing big will happen to Lin Zigui for a while. He can wait until the incident in Nanzhen to capture Song Ling and exchange his soul.
Of course, in order to make Lin Zigui less impatient, Canghua Immortal Lord sent Chang'an and Qilin to track down Song Ling. This was the biggest concession he could make for Lin Zigui because he was concerned about his emotions.
Watching his master leave with his junior sister in his arms, Yifeng sat down on the bed with a sense of loss.
The warmth left by the person he had just laid on was clearly felt by Yifeng through the fabric of the clothes. After being slightly absent-minded for a while, Yifeng held the lamp with one hand and pressed the other hand on the brocade quilt.
The fragrance and warmth are entangled together.
For the first time, Yifeng felt his heart pounding.
when!
When he was stunned, the ever-burning lantern slipped and fell to the ground.
Fortunately, the lamp oil was not spilled and the wick did not shake.
But the weak blue-purple flame seemed to be mocking Yifeng, mocking his cowardice and despicability, mocking him for only daring to do such dirty things behind Master's back.
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If she had known what happened on Weilu Mountain, Song Ling would have probably sat beside me holding melon seeds and a small bench, watching and knocking.
Pity.
Song Ling doesn't have that spare time now.
When her spiritual power reached ninety-nine and eighty-one days, Song Ling made a crisp sound inside her body, and then, under Song Mo's gaze, she was shattered into eight pieces.
A real eight bucks.
Fortunately, there was no blood, and the seams were pitch black. No flesh, flesh, bones, or internal organs could be seen. It seemed that Song Ling was really just cracked, not injured or anything else.
Song Mo rubbed his eyes and circled Song Ling several times with his four calves. He was so frightened that he could not speak clearly.
"Song Ling, are you okay?"
It yelled a few times.
"It's okay, but I feel like I can't see clearly."
Song Ling's voice came from eight body parts at the same time.
Of course I can’t see clearly!
Song Mo ran to Song Ling's head, sat down on the ground, with all four legs forward, and said to her broken head, "You are looking east with one eye and looking west with the other.
Half of it was buried in the sand."
After belatedly realizing that something had happened to her body, Song Ling quickly moved her hands and feet, trying to bring her body together.
My hands and feet can still move.
However, no matter how hard Song Ling tried, what was cracked was just cracked, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't put it back together.
"Does it hurt?" Song Mo asked.
"It doesn't hurt, I just feel a little itchy at the joint." Song Ling reached out and scratched the joint, blinked innocently, and said, "So now I have become a part of this illusion myself?"
Otherwise, where can I explain such an incredible thing?
"How about looking inside the body? Are there any changes?" Song Mo waved his tail, brushed the sand off Song Ling's forehead, and asked: "The other thing is to see if the spiritual power is flowing as usual. If everything is normal, then your guess is true.
of."
Song Ling's eyes turned left and right, up and down, and then said: "The sea of consciousness is still dark, and the spiritual power cannot operate, but I see..."