Chapter 125

The voice of King Asakura Ye could not be conveyed.

Ao Ling sat quietly in front of the soul jade that emitted a light green light, feeling that the color of this jade at the moment was like the little fluorescence that turned into when King Ye's remnant soul left.

He stared at the piece of soul jade, his eyes staring unblinking.

- He is waiting for the response of the soul jade, it should be said, he is waiting for the response of the onmyoji after this soul jade.

However, the round green jade only glowed silently, and no image or sound appeared.

Ao Ling licked his lips and sighed a little disappointed.

"Can you hear me, King Ye?" Ao Ling stared at the jade in front of him, which was only half the size of a fist, his gaze was like substance, as if he wanted to penetrate the barrier built by the jade, cross the distance between this shore and the other shore, and see the person behind the jade.

His voice clearly fell into the ears of the Onmyoji.

The arrogant and unyielding King of Asakura Ye stared at him for a long time, and finally relaxed his tense body very slowly and nodded slightly.

"I can hear you."

Even though he knew that the other party couldn't hear it, he still answered Ao Ling's question softly.

Probably because he didn't speak for a long time, his voice was still dry and hoarse.

Sensing this, Onmyoji frowned at the scene in front of him, and finally pursed his lips and stopped talking.

Thanks to the grace of Izana's life, he was able to walk freely in this yellow spring, and the only price he had to pay was to deal with the filth that spread everywhere in the yellow spring for the great god.

As an onmyoji, King Macang Ye couldn't be more skilled in dealing with this kind of thing.

He regarded it as a practice - even if no Onmyoji practiced in Huangquan, and no Onmyoji practiced for 500 years.

But for King Makura, if he didn't regard this long time and the occasional dangerous clean-up as his cultivation, no matter how determined he was in this long time surrounded by filth and darkness, he would gradually lose his heart.

Cultivation always has a head.

Since he is a cultivator, he has the hope of being able to leave—not to mention that those souls in the Yellow Spring can always bring him a lot of news that belongs to reality.

Therefore, the time in the Yellow Spring gradually became less difficult.

Decades ago, King Asakura had heard several of the spirits mention the new class called "Psychic" and what the strongest of that class could have.

He became interested in these, and spent a spar of the High Dragon God in exchange for the opportunity for the Great God of Dao to release him into the world.

In that reincarnation, he collected a lot of information and intelligence, and also gained an incredible spirit.

But that's not the point.

The point is that the information he gathered reflects that in these five hundred years, Ao Ling has never appeared again.

This made King Asakura feel a little uneasy, but now the uneasiness that almost shook his firm heart suddenly disappeared.

Although it had been so many years, in the end, he still waited for the youkai he was looking forward to.

Grew up.

It's getting prettier.

It's just that the expression is still so good-looking.

King Asakura looked at the youkai in the picture, and the smile that had been almost discarded by him for a long time crawled back on his face.

The onmyoji with a clear face looked at the void in front of him and smiled shallowly, and a gentle white light emanated from his soul, with joy and hope, cleansing the surrounding large area of the Yellow Spring Road that was infected with filth.

Clusters of gorgeous yellow spring flowers are blooming one after another, in full swing.

Dressed in a white hunting robe, the Onmyoji stood in the midst of the fiery manju sawa, lifted the hem of the hunting suit, and sat down on his knees upright.

Ao Ling didn't know anything about the movement under the Yellow Spring, he looked at the green soul jade in front of him for a while, and after making sure that this piece of jade really didn't have the function of talking to the two sides, he sighed.

"I heard from the High Dragon God that your first reincarnation before was dead." Ao Ling paused as he spoke, feeling that it was a little inappropriate for him to start with this matter.

- It doesn't seem appropriate to mention death when you open your mouth.

Although he instinctively thought that King Macang Ye would never be angry because he said this, Ao Ling scratched his head, and he still felt a little uncomfortable about the fact that the person he was talking to was not in front of him and could not get a response.

"I've been there five hundred years later, and this piece of jade was taken from your remnant soul five hundred years later." Ao Ling skipped the somewhat embarrassing beginning before, hugged his crossed legs and shook his tail, "You haven't been reincarnated in five hundred years......"

King Macang Ye listened quietly, raised his eyebrows very cooperatively, and was about to answer but remembered that Ao Ling couldn't hear it at all.

In the end, his raised brows gradually flattened, looked at the picture in front of him, and said a soft "um".

Ao Ling pursed his mouth and snorted twice, "I went to the main house of the Macang family, originally planned to let the Macang family cut off their children and grandchildren, but later found the treasure house you hid, and when I saw your remnant soul, I said that the bloodline of the Macang family is kept for you to reincarnate, so I didn't do anything." ”

"But you don't stuff more food in your warehouse!" Ao Ling hadn't forgotten what he was actually going to the treasure house of the Macang family when he first ran to.

- Of course, I went for food!

Ao Ling felt angry when he thought of this, and muttered and complained: "You don't know, after five hundred years, there will be no monsters enough for me to eat, and some of the remaining big monsters seem to have a good relationship with me, and I don't like to eat people......"

"I'm still five hundred years from now! He actually told me that he would get used to being hungry for 1,800 years! ”

“…… Alas. Ao Ling thought of this, and the whole monster became extremely lost, the ears on the top of his head and the tail behind him drooped listlessly, wanting to lie down as a salted fish, but halfway down, he sat back because he was worried that King Ye would not be able to look at him.

- Who knows if the lens of this soul jade is 360 degrees without dead ends.

King Macang Ye watched Ao Ling paralyze to the side and get up again, and the smile on his face became even bigger.

"I don't want to be so hungry all the time, but a fox I met five hundred years later told me that if I want to get rid of hunger, I should become a god......" Ao Ling paused, and sighed heavily, "How is it possible." ”

"I don't have the energy of Abe Harumi, if I can become a god like his mother, I don't care, the problem is that if I want to become a god, it must be an ordinary low-ninth rate god."

"Don't say that Sesshomaru doesn't agree, I'm not happy myself." After all, from the existence of being able to single-handedly challenge the gods to the kind of lame spicy chicken, this gap is inevitably too big, Ao Ling wrinkled his nose, "Alas...... It's hard. ”

King Macang Ye listened quietly, his heart moved slightly about what Ao Ling said about "becoming a god", but his eyes were always glued to the picture in front of him, without blinking.

Ao Ling muttered and complained about a lot of things - about him, King Macang Ye knew a lot, although it didn't work through the soul jade spirit, but from Ao Ling's chattering explanation, King Macang Ye gradually put things together.

It seems that Ao Ling has been doing quite well since leaving him.

This kind of cognition makes King Macang Ye not know whether to be happy or disappointed.

He savored the mixed taste in his heart, and finally found that he was more happy.

- It's good that the little monster who has always been remembered by him has not been wronged after leaving him.

King Macang Ye thought about it, but the smile on his face was still a lot shallow.

The people and monsters that Ao Ling talked about, each and every one, were much longer than the time he had spent with Ao Ling.

This realization made it impossible for King Ma Cang Ye to continue to maintain such a smiling face.

He looked at the scene in front of him and sighed softly.

Ao Ling looked at the jade in front of him, and seemed to hear someone's sighing in his ears, but after looking around, he didn't see a figure, and his eyes couldn't help but move to the god card of Gao Longshen on the side.

Gao Long Shen ...... There should be no voyeurism...... Right?

He hesitated and withdrew his gaze, deciding not to continue to blow up his privacy in front of this god's god card.

The ears on the top of the black-haired youkai's head twitched, and he looked back at the camera...... Oh no, it's looking at the soul jade.

"Also, I'm really sorry for letting Kikyo take you with me before, I didn't know that this soul jade still had such a function, and your remnant soul didn't tell me."

Ma Cang Ye Wang Xin said that he was not going to let you know at all.

Ao Ling touched his nose embarrassedly, "Because I accidentally lost the Four Soul Jade, I used our Soul Jade to make up the number, don't you mind?" ”

As a person who watched the whole process of Ao Ling and Kikyo reaching a consensus, King Macang Ye was aware of this.

Of course, he wouldn't mind, and he was also very happy with Ao Ling's words.

- Our Soul Jade.

Well.

The great onmyoji of the Asakura family narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.

"But you don't mind I can't hear it!" Ao Ling straightened his face, and tried to show an expression of "Anyway, I don't want to be embarrassed, what can you do to me", "You have the ability to jump up from the yellow spring and beat me." ”

King of Asakura Leaves: "......"

Ao Ling felt a chill rise up his spine, he shrunk his neck, the ears on the top of his head drooped, and looked at the soul jade in front of him cautiously, "...... You're not really going to jump up and hit me, are you? ”

After speaking, he remembered that five hundred years later, the remnant soul of King Macang Ye said that he hadn't met him for so many years, and he suddenly became bold again.

He opened his mouth to find an excuse for himself to be bold, but when the words reached his lips, he turned around again, and the momentum of his whole body deflated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The black-haired monster snorted twice, and finally raised his eyes to look at the soul jade, and his black eyes seemed to be dripping with water.

He approached the soul jade and chirped weakly: "I'll take it back when I'm done, don't blame me." ”

Under the yellow spring, King Macang Ye looked at the enlarged face on the screen in front of him—especially the pair of apologetic and expectant eyes—and was stunned for a long time before he was pulled back to his senses by the screaming revenant on the side.

He looked away a little embarrassed, with a slight look of shame and annoyance on his face.

Onmyoji raised his hand and clenched his fist to cover his lips and coughed lightly, and after a long time, the pure whiteness of being in a large area of Manzhu Sawa replied in a voice that was so slight that it was almost broken: "...... Well, don't blame you. ”