"Ling Fengzi, hmph, I think it's an old squid......"

The pestle smiled indifferently in pain, "I heard what you said just now, and now that I sent her, you must save her!"

The tone of the pestle was cold and chilling. Especially when Ling Fengzi heard him call himself an old squid, he was even more surprised, and couldn't help but show a suspicious look, and hurriedly said to Feng Zhongshi and Fang Tian:

"You two go outside the door first, this is to save people, you can't disturb anything!"

"Okay, good!" Fang Tianlai suddenly understood what the pestle brought, and nodded again and again in surprise, but he couldn't rest assured that Bai Lu was reluctant to leave.

"Don't you want your daughter to come back to life?" Ling Fengzi gave Feng Zhongshi a deep look, and Feng Zhongshi hurriedly pulled Fang Tianlai out.

After the two of them went out of the door, Ling Fengzi locked the door from the inside with his backhand and turned back, looking up and down the pestle gloomily and suspiciously, and then suppressed his voice and asked mysteriously:

"I don't know who the master is, I can't imagine that there is a way to accept the soul?"

"Don't be verbose!" "Less verbose!" said in a solemn and cold tone, threatening: "You don't care who I am, but there is one thing, if you can't save her, I will reveal your true identity to the public!"

"Uh, real identity?" Ling Fengzi's face changed again, and he said worriedly: "Or...... Maybe you've mistaken someone, and you're just a hermit. ”

"Okay, you're still stubborn, aren't you?"

The pestle snorted coldly, and saw a flash of lightning in his arms, and the black iron beads flew out with a "poof" and smashed on Ling Fengzi's feet.

"Ouch!" Ling Fengzi suddenly exclaimed in pain, but he endured the pain and quickly covered his mouth, for fear that the people outside would hear it.

His black cotton shoes were rapidly swollen, his ankles were getting longer and longer, and finally a purple-red squid tentacle protruded.

"Hmph!" two cold glints shot out of the pestle's eyes, and he smiled heavily: "You used to be the seed sifter of the Xuan Ling, am I not wrong?"

Ling Fengzi bared his teeth and stiffened his injured purple leg, still reminding the pestle:

"Shhh......hh Don't let anyone hear it!...... I'm not as bad as you think!"

The pestle stared at him coldly, and then looked at the monk's robe in his arms, and in his arm was the soul of Bai Lu that he had rescued from under the Spirit Bead Temple.

Originally, Bai Lu's soul was going to drift, but the pestle protected her with a tornado, and it happened that Mingkong Xueji played a condensating role again, so that Ling Fengzi said that the soul collection technique was born.

In fact, how can the pestle understand this, and later saw that Bai Lu was swaying and not a physical body, so he thought of Yu Xinzhu's words, and knew that he was too strong and too worried to take Bai Lu's soul away from the hospital.

Although he didn't understand this, he had ingested a lot of Xuanling information through that underground genetic model, including the content of the file of Ling Fengzi in front of him.

"Alright!" said the pestle, raising his eyes again and sighing softly:

"I know that you have betrayed them a long time ago, and you have done a lot of good things to cure the sick and save people, and you still have some conscience. ”

"It's okay, it's okay, in fact, I also have the blood of earthlings in my body......"

Ling Fengzi's tone softened when he heard the pestle, half frightened and half humbly looking at the black iron beads hanging in the air, and lost no time in explaining.

Seeing that he was scared, the pestle retracted his body with a flash of thought, and said coldly: "In this case, only you can save Bai Lu now, what are you waiting for?"

"......" Ling Fengzi was shocked at this time, and Zhiwu explained:

"Actually...... The old man didn't intend not to save her, but he just wanted to explain these truths first, so that they wouldn't be unacceptable to my treatment. You must know that the Xuan Ling also has a law, and it is not allowed to expose our existence to humans, which is a balance of consciousness. We now have an existential crisis, and if we are discovered by the greedy earthlings, we will inevitably encounter an even greater catastrophe, and then the extinction of the Xuanling Clan will be even faster......"

"......" After listening to Ling Fengzi's explanation, the picture of Xuan Ling's transformation from adaptation to strength, from cannibalism to decay step by step quickly flashed in his mind, and he couldn't help but feel a little pity and sighed:

"Don't worry, as long as you don't do bad things, I believe that no one on this land of the earth will drive you to extermination!"

"Hey, of course it's best to ......" Ling Fengzi looked at the pestle gratefully, and while retracting the lame leg, he took out a bottle of medicinal powder from his body, and said:

"I have some consciousness powder here, which is extracted from the brain beads of the ancestors, which can awaken the mind and calm the nerves, and first give this girl a suit to stabilize the soul. However, the matter of reviving the soul is not urgent, this is like a ball of yarn, it is very simple when it is removed, but it is not so easy to reunite again. ”

"Why, isn't there a method in the Xuanling Heavenly Scripture?" asked the pestle.

"Oh, do you know the Xuanling Heavenly Scripture?" Ling Fengzi was stunned for a moment, and suddenly sighed:

"That's a medical canon written by the ancestors over tens of millions of years! Unfortunately, it was destroyed because of the Galactic War...... At present, such as "Shennong's Materia Medica", "Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic", "Pulse Sutra", "A B Sutra", "Qianjin Yifang", "Lingshu Sutra" and so on, are just some of the skins imitated by human beings. This is true even for those that have been lost, such as the Yellow Emperor's Outer Classics and the Book of the Green Bag!"

"Alas......" Ling Fengzi let out a long sigh when he said this, and said:

"Now, the Xuanling Heavenly Scripture is just a symbolic memory like the ancestors, and I'm afraid that even these symbols will disappear in the near future......"

"Hmm, then what method are you going to use to save Bai Lu?"

Although the pestle has a lot of information through the consciousness controller, it is only a fragment of incomplete pieces. At the moment, he was most concerned about how to save Bai Lu.

"Well, for the sake of today, I can only try the 'Golden Needle Five Techniques'!" Ling Fengzi frowned and said:

"So I'm going to stabilize this kid's soul now, and then go to Lingyan Mountain to get a few things, but it may take some time. ”

"Fetch something? I'll go. The pestle asked anxiously.

"Golden needles, silver rings, soul suppression, pine oil lamps, black dog blood. Ling Fengzi replied, then shook his head and became embarrassed:

"I have this golden needle, silver ring, soul suppression, and pine oil lamp in my cave, but this black dog's blood is not easy to find, and it must be killed!"

"Uh...... Black dog blood?" The pestle frowned, but then a cold light shot out of his eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "This is not difficult, I can find it." ”

"That's good. Ling Fengzi put his mind at ease and said:

"My cave is on the cliff of Kunrui Peak opposite Langgong Stone in Lingyan Mountain, it was blocked by me in the early years, and now there are goshawks guarding you, you have to be careful. Young people have fast legs, it's best to go out and take a taxi, remember that the black dog blood must be fresh and warm......"

Ling Fengzi advised carefully, but before he finished speaking, he saw the curtain move, and the pestle disappeared.

"Good girl, this kid is dying!" Ling Fengzi thought that the pestle had jumped off the building, and was so frightened that he quickly opened the curtain and prostrated on the windowsill to look down.

But looking down from the fifth floor, the pestle was not lying on the ground, and there was not even a figure......

In fact, how did he know that the flying skills of the pestle are similar to those of Sun Wukong, not to mention going to Lingyan Mountain, even if he goes to Beijing, it is estimated that it will not take half an hour.

Lingyan Mountain is covered with snow everywhere and is crystal clear. Looking down from the air, a few small black dots on the mountainside stand out.

"Yo yo, do you know what it means to come back from the dead? The two little boys actually said that we are back to the light?

The pestle was brushing against the clouds in the low sky, when suddenly a voice came from the col. Although it was very far away, he could hear that it was Zhang Sanmad's voice.

"Let me tell you, although there is only one human soul, it can be recycled!"

It turned out that under a cliff on the mountainside, Zhang Sanmad, Qianyu Fusheng, and Yang Chengze were arguing. And there was a big black dog lying next to him, which was the Black Hades.

"Anyway, I don't believe it, you are either a corpse, or you are a return to the light!" Qian Yu Fusheng argued with Zhang Sanmad.

"Well, I don't believe it either. I think it's more likely that you're cheating the corpse!" Yang Chengze agreed.

"Hmph, collusion!Collusion!" Zhang San was lying on his buttocks in the grass nest, holding his neck and fighting the two of them.

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