After about a stick of incense, this abundant spiritual energy finally temporarily suppressed the restless Zimu Gu in her body.
"I won't regret it, nor will I hate you." After taking a breath, Lin Yaozhi turned her head and closed her eyes, and said, "Is there a good or bad way between the two roads? No, the difference is just long-term pain and short-term pain.
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Looking at the embarrassed Lin Yaozhi, Crow Yu's eyes showed a little pity.
"I promise you, after this incident, no matter what the cost, I will ask her to help you." Crow Feather patted Lin Yaozhi's back gently and promised: "Even if the Wu family wants to stop you, I will never
I will watch from the sidelines.”
Lin Yaozhi laughed, looked back at Crow Feather, and asked: "Is she really that important? In your calculation, what is her identity?"
Before Crow Feather could speak, Lin Yaozhi shook her head again and asked and answered: "Forget it, the secret must not be leaked. You can't tell, and I don't really want to know."
Eastern sunrise.
The warm sunlight shone on the city wall, stretching their silhouettes.
Crow Yu saw that Lin Yaozhi's face had improved a lot, so he let her go and said gently: "Don't worry, she has the ability to help you remove the mother-child poison, and she also has the ability to save the world."
Hearing this, Lin Yaozhi couldn't help laughing again.
"Crow Yu, you always say that she can do it, but you don't seem to have mentioned whether she is willing or not." Lin Yaozhi's eyes were extremely cold, and they reflected Crow Yu's momentary shock.
After a while, Crow Feather stretched, stood up from the wall, and said: "Whether she wants it or not, God will push her to go that way. In the past, you can imagine a person destroying his soul.
After the bone spirit veins, can I still build the foundation a second time?"
unprecedented.
But Song Ling did it.
In the past, Crow Feather had some doubts when he saw the birth chart, and even after searching for the bounty in Welu Mountain, he still had doubts.
Until Song Ling actually stood in front of Crow Yu.
"Man-made disasters are actually not worth mentioning to her." Lin Yaozhi raised her hand to touch the mask on her face, her voice was a bit distant, "The betrayal of those close to her, the determination to break the boat,
If it were for one thing, she wouldn't be where she is today."
Every day at sunrise, the pain caused by the Zimu Gu to Lin Yaozhi is more like a reminder to Lin Yaozhi not to forget.
Yes.
Lin Yaozhi has never forgotten it.
If it hadn't been for the Wu family, if it hadn't been for her money-grubbing parents, she wouldn't have been sold, she wouldn't have been lucky enough to see the beauty of the Taoist sect, and she wouldn't have formed a golden elixir and become a knife that could only kill people.
At that time, Crow Feather actually had a chance to take Lin Yaozhi away.
But the prerequisite for letting the Wu family let go is——
Let Lin Yaozhi become a useless person, the kind of useless person who truly loses his hands and feet and lives in bed all his life.
When Crow Feather hesitated, Lin Yaozhi, who was only twelve years old, flatly refused.
"I envy her a little." Lin Yaozhi murmured: "I don't have her determination, so today I am just a knife with a chain on it, a knife waiting for her to save me."
To say I'm not envious would be a lie.
But besides being envious, Lin Yaozhi sighed more. She hoped that Song Ling could go further and higher, so that she could pretend that she had also seen the beauty of the peak.
Song Ling, who was currently in Qifeng's body, naturally didn't know that there were two people waiting for her to leave at the palace wall.
After seven feet, he circled the forest three times and dug three feet into the ground, and finally found the entrance to the cave where Qifeng absorbed the dragon's energy. At the same time, Song Mo, who had transformed into his true form, was already fighting with Qifeng. It could be said that
The ground cracked and mountains collapsed, and there was not a single intact tree around.
And what about Song Ling?
She is very busy.
While providing Song Mo with the source of spiritual power for the fierce battle, Song Ling was still trying to find out Qifeng's weaknesses on her own.
After all, this is Qifeng's body.
Qifeng, who can absorb other people's spiritual power, has a natural advantage. Even if Song Ling can provide spiritual power to Song Mo, the two of them can't survive for long. Either Song Mo will fight quickly, or Song Ling will find a deviant to defeat Qifeng.
Method.
Too much spiritual power was transferred, and Song Ling began to see stars in his eyes.
She lowered her eyes and looked at the cracked earth beneath her body, a little dazed, thinking, all of this is Qifeng's body, so can I take a bite?
Follow your heart.
The next second, Song Ling bit down firmly on the mud.
"Song Ling! I found it!" Qi Chi raised his arms and shouted.
The flashing blue-purple thunderbolt fell down in response, passed through Qi Chi's body, and struck directly at the big rock he pointed at.
Zila.
A faint burnt smell slowly rises.
Qifeng, who was about to fight back, let out a wail without any warning, and suddenly fell to the ground and huddled together. He was twitching continuously, his eyes were crooked, his mouth was dripping with water, and he no longer looked as high-spirited as before.
Song Mo snorted, transformed into a cat shape, kicked Qifeng's face with a claw, and said proudly: "You are wrong, she is not my weakness."
Who has such a powerful weakness?
Whose weakness can be so clever?
"She is my treasure." Song Mo bared his gloomy white teeth and leaned into Qifeng's ear sadly, continuing: "With her, I can successfully sit on the throne of the King of Demons——"
Before Song Mo could finish the rest of his words, his ears were tugged.
"What do you mean?" Song Ling looked sideways at it and warned with a glare: "Don't always have such evil ideas, or I won't care about you next time."
Song Mo suddenly stopped, his ears drooped, and he retorted aggrievedly: "I finally won the battle, let me say a few more powerful words... Moreover, it just said that you are my weakness, you have to hit it.
."
In Song Ling's eyes, Song Mo's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he shut up obediently.
"My king."
Qifeng struggled a few times, and his expression finally returned to normal.
It seemed like it was about to say something, but it finally came out and turned into a few laughs.
"How long have you been hiding in the Liang Palace? What do you want to do?" Song Ling kicked Qifeng's body and asked, "You have to be honest and I can consider giving you a good time."
"It should have been almost three years since I left Nanzhen with me." Song Mo replied garrulously.
Qifeng on the ground raised his head, stared at Song Mo, and said: "My king, my current fate is your future fate! I'm waiting for you under the abyss of beasts!"
Song Mo was annoyed when he heard this, and brought out five strong winds with one claw, scratching Qifeng directly on the face.
"You think I don't exist? I'm asking you a question now." Song Ling let go of Song Mo, squatted down, and clasped his fingers on Qifeng's neck, "If you don't tell me, I can assure you that your spiritual consciousness will return to you."
Not to the abyss of beasts."
All monsters may return to the place of their birth after death.
The stronger the person, the more consciousness he retains.
Of course, the monks have many means to prevent the spiritual consciousness of the monster beast from returning.