Zhuang Wudao followed the sound and looked far away, and then he saw a black spot hundreds of miles away in the clouds approaching quickly, sprinting towards this side. In a flash, it was hundreds of miles away. Then it seemed like a child
When I saw my parents whom I had missed for a long time, I suddenly bumped into his arms.
Zhuang Wudao felt a sense of tightness in his chest. He felt uncomfortable. The force of Mo Ling's collision was worth a thousand dollars. If it had been an ordinary Yuanshen monk, his whole body would have been crushed to pieces. Creatures like divine beasts are indeed not something ordinary people can handle.
Affordable.
This collision was like this for him. Even the unbreakable golden body approaching the fifth level felt unbearable, let alone someone else.
However, Zhuang Wudao laughed loudly, feeling extremely happy in his heart. After a long while, he forcefully pulled Mo Ling, who was still attached to him, out of his arms, and then looked up and down carefully.
After not seeing each other for more than ten years, Mo Ling's body has not grown much, but it has become more powerful, and his claws and beaks have become sharper. Although he has survived alone in this bad land for more than ten years, Mo Ling's body has not grown much.
Without adding much ferocity and brutality,
But that's right, the three-legged crow is a kind of raptor, and even its clan does not usually hunt for food. The three-legged golden crow relies on absorbing the essence of the sun, and only when it is particularly hungry, it occasionally uses the fire element beast as its prey.
Food. The three-legged crow often travels between the two realms of life and death, absorbing the energy of life and death, and uses various souls as food.
——Only because these souls have two qualities of life and death at the same time.
Compared with more than ten years ago, there seemed to be no growth or change, but when Zhuang Wudao's hand touched under Mo Ling's feathers, he touched dozens of scars.
In this bad land in the extreme south, Mo Ling has obviously experienced countless hard battles and dangers.
The demon power has also increased a lot. At this time, Mo Ling's Qi Yuan concentration is clearly at the fourth level. Although he has only entered the fourth level not long ago, Zhuang Wudao has a feeling. Mo Ling's strength at this moment is probably beyond
At least half of Yuan Bai’s
If you put it on the Tianji list, it will definitely be among the top ten choices on the heterogeneous list.
"troubled you"
Zhuang Wudao touched the scars and felt quite distressed. He stroked Mo Ling's head and put the little crow on his shoulder.
However, the thoughts coming from Mo Ling still contained some grievances and complaints, as if he was about to cry. Zhuang Wudao couldn't help but laugh, and said in a doting tone: "Who am I doing this for? Isn't it for your own good?
Come on, it's my fault, I promise you that I will never let you leave for so long again."
The sword spirit next to him looked at it and couldn't help but shake his head slightly. He couldn't stand it anymore. If Nie Xianling and Sanfa were here at this moment, their jaws would definitely be dropped.
If someone who didn't know heard this, they would probably think that Zhuang Wudao was coaxing his lover.
But then, Luo Qingyun narrowed her eyes again and looked at Mo Ling's feet. She saw that there was a hint of gold on those three feet. Looking carefully, she found that Mo Ling's feathers were all over her body.
They all glowed with a faint golden glow.
"Something is wrong. Is this the acquired Chi Yang Tian Xin Qi?"
She had extensive knowledge and knowledge, and with just a little discernment, she vaguely knew the origin, but she was unable to determine it, so she directly asked Zhuang Wudao: "Ask Mo Ling, did he swallow something in the bad land of the extreme south?"
Zhuang Wudao also felt that there was something different about Mo Ling's feathered feet. The light golden light seemed soft, but once Mo Ling used his energy inside, he would be extremely sharp.
As far as he knows, among the acquired golden qi, the acquired Chiyang Tianxin qi, which ranks twenty-fourth, has this characteristic.
Mo Ling was quite proud when he heard this and fluttered his wings slightly. The black feathers all over his body had become a bit sharper than Zhuang Wudao's Taixiao Yin Yang Sword.
After communicating with each other for only a moment, Zhuang Wudao already knew the reason: "This was ten years ago. Mo Ling snatched a Red Sun Stone from the lair of two fourth-order monsters, and then used it several times.
Years later, I swallowed it and refined it."
He and Mo Ling are connected spiritually, but they are hundreds of thousands of miles apart from each other. At most, they can only know the general situation, so they don't know about this matter.
But he was quite happy in his heart, not because of the acrimonious nature of Chiyang Tian the day after tomorrow, but because of Mo Ling's gangsterism. Taking people's property by force was something he liked best.
In those days in Yue City, there were many robberies and extortions of wealthy businessmen who were unkind for their wealth. Unfortunately, after becoming a disciple of Lichen, the sect was restricted by the rules and had to consider the impact, so many things could not be done openly.
"Is it the Chiyang Xinshi? No wonder this little guy's Chiyang Tianxin Qi has an endless supply and doesn't have to worry about drying up."
The sword spirit was relieved. He looked at Mo Ling who was combing his feathers and suddenly felt funny: "Look at it, it's so weak. But with the help of this golden energy, this little guy is like a tiger with wings added to it, with the ability to defend.
The sharpness of the minions can be compared to that of a fifth-level demon, and it is truly a path of good luck."
Only then did Zhuang Wudao feel that something was wrong: "The acquired red yang and the pungent qi are yang things, but Mo Ling's physical essence is yin, will there be any hindrance?
"Don't worry about this." Luo Qingyun shook her head and said comfortingly: "Such natural spiritual beasts have blood inheritance. Naturally, they can distinguish between the spiritual things in the world, which ones are beneficial and which ones are harmful. Since it has been refined
That red sun stone must have a corresponding spiritual object used to neutralize and suppress it."
Zhuang Wudao asked Mo Ling with his mind, and felt relieved in his heart. Sure enough, there is another Yin-type treasure in Mo Ling's body, which not only suppresses the Yang power in the red sun stone, but also makes Mo Ling's demon power cultivate.
, increasing day by day.
This object originally had Yin evil poison, but after it was neutralized and offset by the Red Yang Xin Stone, it became a rare treasure that could assist the practice of the Black Ink Spirit.
Even Zhuang Wudao, who had several valuable treasures in his hands, was quite envious after hearing this: "In this way, this bad land is indeed not a place with poor resources. If it weren't for the monsters and cultivators who plundered it, it would be worth it.
I, the Lichen Sect, are running a good life. No wonder those demon cultivators are flocking to this place and trying their best to cross the abyss of death. By the way, Mo Ling is also a fourth-level demon now. According to common sense, now is the time to transform.
——”
This idea was not something that came to him suddenly, but had already occurred to him. Zhuang Wudao was planning to use this little guy as a Taoist disciple in the future.
Mo Ling is not yet underage, and after her transformation, she is probably still a little girl of about eight years old.
But before he finished speaking, Luo Qingyun said leisurely: "With the body of a divine beast, why do you need to transform? When a beast transforms, you don't have to pay the price, sword master? Ordinary monsters transform into human form, either for the sake of human beings?"
The convenience of walking in the world may be various techniques created for the cultivation of human beings. But once transformed, all the muscles and bones of the body will be changed. When practicing the inheritance of one's own blood, it will definitely have an impact. However, the consequences may be serious or
It’s just small.”
Speaking of this, Luo Qingyun glanced at Mo Ling again: "Mo Ling is an upper-level pure-blood beast. He has a complete inheritance of the underworld crow. There is no need to resort to the magical powers of the human race. With you taking care of him, I can
If no monk dares to do harm to it, then why does it need to transform into a human form? Even if it transforms into a human, the impact will be minimal when its bones and meridians are finalized after it reaches adulthood."
Zhuang Wudao was stunned for a while, but Mo Ling on his shoulder screamed softly. He kept nodding his head, seeming to agree with Luo Qingyun's words.
"I see"
Zhuang Wudao reacted after a long while. He wanted to say that if he couldn't transform, he would at least let Mo Ling refine the Henggu so that he could speak human words and talk to people. But he thought that if the Henggu was refined,
God knows what kind of impact it will have on Mo Ling?
In the end, Zhuang Wudao had no choice but to give up, stroked Mo Ling's head and said, "Let's get down to business. Where is the place you mentioned?"