Song Mo was anxious and asked quickly: "What's wrong? What did you see?"
The weird-looking Song Ling chuckled and said: "I saw that I have grown spiritual bones, but it's not quite there yet, but it's barely taking shape. If I'm not wrong, it's probably due to this illusion."
A person who can move spiritual power has no spiritual bones and weak spiritual veins. This is very abnormal in itself.
The Lu Tian Wuwei Formation is an unconventional formation.
This means that the entry of Song Ling, who is not considered a normal monk, may cause the Lu Tian Wuwei Formation to make mistakes in its judgment.
In this way, Song Ling will face two paths.
Either the factors are considered abnormal and become part of the Lu Tian Wuwei Formation, or they are repaired by the Lu Tian Wuwei Formation to become a normal monk and go through the formation again.
After thinking about it, Song Ling couldn't help but laugh.
The happiness that had just emerged turned into sourness. Both of the above paths meant that she could not see Qin Shouyun.
Seeing Song Ling giggle and look sad, Song Mo rolled around in the sand, then shook his body and asked, "It's a good thing to be able to grow spiritual bones. Do you need me to go back and take a look?"
Before Song Ling could speak, Song Mo hurriedly said: "Isn't this asking you to beg me? I have to come back to your body every now and then, right? If you really burst, wouldn't I be gone?
A place to stay?”
Song Ling blinked and thought for a while, and finally reluctantly agreed to Song Mo's suggestion, grabbed it, and sent it back to her body.
Song Mo, who was back in Song Ling's body, didn't know it, and was shocked when he saw it.
What was before it was a completely different spiritual power circulation circuit. Between the different body parts, the spiritual power circuit was directly cut off. This is why Song Ling could no longer use his spiritual power.
Fortunately, Songmo can travel freely,
"What are you going to do?" Song Mo asked, and then said: "There is no problem with your internal organs at present. As for your spiritual veins, they are broken to begin with, so you can't tell whether they are good or bad, let alone your spiritual bones.
As I said, there was nothing there."
Empty?
Song Ling was a little surprised.
There is clearly a white luminous object condensed where the spiritual bones grow, so why is it empty? Or is it that Song Mo can't see this thing!
When she thought of this, Song Ling became excited again.
If even Song Mo, who can enter and exit her body, cannot be seen, it means that other monks are even less able to pry into her cultivation realm.
In other words, even if she gets some benefit from the Lu Tian Wuwei Formation, she is unlikely to be discovered by Qin Shouyun when she goes out.
"The best way right now is to destroy this barrier like black mist." Song Ling's heart skipped a beat and she made up her mind: "In order to artificially create wounds, the spiritual power can function as usual."
But even if Song Ling said this, Song Mo didn't take action immediately.
Song Ling's body is currently protected by that layer of black mist of unknown origin. Once it is destroyed, God knows how serious her injuries will be. Song Mo doesn't dare to bet.
"If you don't do it, I will do it myself." Song Ling urged.
Song Mo hesitated for a moment and could only wave his claws to attack the black mist.
Sharp claws tear through the void.
After a moment, the space containing Song Mo began to tremble and shake. The spiritual energy in front of his eyes became turbulent. The originally calm dark sea of consciousness stirred up ink-colored waves, as if being fiddled with by an invisible big hand.
Well--
Song Ling let out a scream, and the eight pieces of her broken body began to twitch in unison, and thick and dark juice flowed out of the joints.
And this is just the beginning.
Song Mo needs to go back and forth to various parts, and needs to tear through the black mist again and again. Every time he moves to the next part, the tremor of Song Ling's sea of consciousness becomes more intense.
Does it hurt?
It hurts, but it's not just pain.
Countless white and black light spots robbed Song Ling of her vision, making it impossible for her to see anything clearly. The sharp and continuous buzzing in her ears made her retching, but her throat seemed to be blocked by something.
Not to mention retching, even shouting could not come out.
Song Mo, who obviously couldn't feel the pain, felt his heart twitch for some reason. He hurriedly looked out with his spiritual sense, and froze when he saw Song Ling shaking like chaff on the beach.
It couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was, after all, it had never learned it, and it had never felt it before.
The various octopuses flying around made Song Mo's mood even more confusing.
Click.
Song Ling's hand picked up the stone next to it and threw it away, waking up Song Mo who was in a daze.
After waking up, Song Mo re-engaged in the fight with the black mist. It shuttled back and forth, trying his best to be fast and accurate, trying to alleviate Song Ling's pain.
As for Song Ling.
For her at this moment, the pain was already beyond description.
She was floating up and down in the sea of suffering called tearing, with countless monsters of unknown origin vying to gnaw at her spiritual consciousness, while the continuously countercurrent of spiritual energy was responsible for overwhelming her five senses.
The torture on his spiritual consciousness made it impossible for Song Ling to judge the passage of time, but even so, Song Ling did not give up on regaining the spiritual power in his body.
The thick black sap gradually formed a small pond on the beach.
Song Ling was lying in it, her skin showing a bluish gray color.
The originally separated bodies floated in the juice for a while, and finally gradually moved closer together, with a tendency to merge with each other. But this did not mean the end, because faint blue-purple ripples began to appear on the surface of the juice, and there was spiritual power.
flow.
The fact that spiritual power can leak out again and there are traces to follow proves that Song Ling is gradually gaining control of his body.
Until the juice dissipates, the body is integrated, and the sea of consciousness returns to calm——
Song Ling's originally empty spiritual bone grew a whole white light-shaped spiritual bone with no specific shape, and her spiritual awareness suddenly increased at this moment. She could easily sense the outside world without using her spiritual power.
movement.
"Song Mo, thank you."
Song Ling, who had regained her five senses, thanked her calmly.
"You don't need to thank me, you can actually do what I did." Song Mo's eyes were only tired, but using spiritual power would not make it so strenuous. The reason was that Song Ling's recovery was still under certain conditions.
To a certain extent, he took away the spiritual power it sucked away, "I'm tired and need to rest...Song Ling, you must go out and stay alive."
As he spoke, Song Mo lost his voice.
Song Ling hurriedly took a look inside and saw Song Mo curled up, lying on the sea of consciousness, already asleep.
Thousands of miles away on Weilu Mountain, Yifeng looked at the ever-bright lamp in his palm in astonishment. In just a few blinks, he watched the weak and erratic flame become full of life.
this means……
Yifeng didn't dare to delay, stood up and hurriedly walked out of the cave.