Ling Luo narrowed her beautiful eyes and said with a smile: "I did this because I just hope that Senior Brother will not tell the inner disciples of Yu Gong Que about the Nine Hell Dragon Cauldron when he returns to the Elder's House. Just treat it as Luo'er taking it for himself.
Alright."
Jingrong suddenly realized.
Such a treasure as the Nine Prison Dragon Cauldron must be turned over if the Jade Gongque is taken back.
It turns out that Junior Sister Luo had such selfish motives.
"Senior Brother, I'm telling you the truth." Ling Luo decided to tell the truth, "My mount is a beast from the Dragon Realm. This Nine Hell Dragon Cauldron is his natal dragon weapon and is vital to his life. Please help me, Senior Brother."
Just a favor."
"Okay, I'll help you."
Jingrong smiled, why not do something mutually beneficial?
A Yin Yang Longevity Pill is really too important to him now.
The deal is done.
Ling Luo, Xuanyuan Yu and Jingrong did not stay any longer in this lonely city of dead souls and went straight back to Jade Gong Que.
*****
"What? You actually got Mo Yinglong's head?!"
In the majestic and dull Senate House, there was a sudden explosion.
Elder Songhe and the law enforcement elder stood up at the same time, looking at Ling Luo and Jingrong standing below the hall in disbelief.
"Yes, my disciple and Junior Sister Luo fulfilled their mission and successfully killed the demon thief." Jingrong started to panic, but her face did not turn red and her heart did not beat.
"What about the Nine Prisons Dragon Cauldron?" Elder Songhe stepped forward and said aggressively, "You have killed Mo Yinglong. You should have obtained the Nine Prisons Dragon Cauldron. Why don't you hand it over quickly?"
"The Nine Prisons Dragon Cauldron was snatched away by people from the Demonic Path Soul Sect." Jingrong raised her head and spoke out the pre-planned lines, "Jue He, the general leader of the Demonic Sect's Six Paths, personally sent people to rob him.
There is nothing the disciple can do, so he is lucky to be able to escape."
As soon as Duhe was sacrificed, Elder Songhe and the law enforcement elder were immediately speechless, with expressions of resentment on their faces.
In the end, Jingrong received a Yin Yang Longevity Pill as she wished, while Ling Luo returned empty-handed.
After the two left, Elder Songhe frowned again, and his face became elongated, like a four-legged animal.
"What should we do? Originally, we wanted Ling Luo to die in the lonely city of dead souls, but the master uncle took pictures of Jingrong and went to help her, but she unexpectedly came back alive. It's really unlucky."
"Don't be impatient for a moment. I will send a few people to investigate the situation." The law enforcement elder is extremely shrewd.
Three days later, a piece of news reached the Presbytery.
It is said that in Mo Yinglong's base camp, the chief disciple of Taoist Miaofeng, the leader of Qiongdao Pavilion, died tragically on the spot. A towering tree grew out of his chest and his lungs burst.
The law enforcement elder pondered for a long time, then took stock of the case and said, "Yes, Song He, find someone to secretly tell the head of Miaofeng that her eldest disciple Jue was killed by Ling Luo."
"Wonderful!" Elder Songhe extended his thumb, "What a plan! It just so happens that Ling Luo is currently practicing wood-based skills. It is most convenient to frame him or something."
The law enforcement elder nodded and said: "Yes, Ling Luo practices the art of Wood Spirit Nectar. I understand that art, but it is impossible to have such high magical powers. It is unlikely that she killed the short-lived ghost Jue."
"Never mind her, she was the one who killed Ling Luo. She will bear the blame." A sly smile appeared on Elder Songhe's lips, "Just wait for the people from Qiongdao Pavilion to chop her up."
In the Refinery Department, Ling Luo, who was meditating in the elixir field, sneezed three times in a row.