"Is it so easy to end the fight?"

Mu Ling, who originally thought that he was bound to fall into a bitter battle, couldn't help but be stunned for a moment in the face of such a situation at this time, and then muttered to himself in confusion.

It's no wonder that she reacts this way.

So far, the battles over the past three years, big and small, have been very thrilling and difficult. Even if he had just entered the nightmare world before and faced a battle of hundreds of puppets, it was far more urgent than the current situation.

Isn't that weird?

The origin of those puppets is now very clear, they are just the product of the scattered power of the evil spirits, although their strength is not very strong, but at that time, it also made Mu Ling, who did not have a weapon in his hand, suffer a lot.

The body now at Mu Ling's feet is made up of countless figures, although it is not clear how large this exact number is.

But if you think about the scale of this world, and half the power that the baby demon now has, you can roughly guess that the body reassembled here contains thousands of dolls!

The scattered power of hundreds of dolls and the power of tens of thousands of dolls condensed.

Which of the two is easier to deal with, you can tell at a glance.

But now the result is the complete opposite! On the contrary, Mu Ling very easily solved the more powerful infant evil spirit that was combined with tens of thousands of puppets to recover half of its strength!

Odd!

It's so weird!

Even if Mu Ling made the best course of action in advance, she didn't expect it to be successful so easily.

Such a simple victory is like an instant kill.

Mu Ling subconsciously explored the body of the evil spirit again, and at this time lost the source of mana, and the body of the evil spirit began to disintegrate.

Because of this, Mu Ling, who was standing on the back of the evil spirit, also began to sink.

The smell of rot and blood permeated his surroundings, but Mu Ling didn't care about it, just pondered, feeling the breath of the evil spirit over and over again.

No.

Ploughed carefully in every corner, and Mu Ling found nothing.

Is it really just my own delusion?

Mu Ling was puzzled, and finally pulled out the long knife and withdrew the scabbard.

Just this action made Mu Ling quickly feel a sense of disobedience - the pain in his right arm caused by the movement pulling the wound did not disappear!

If you kill the evil spirit and absorb its mana, this injury should have healed in an instant.

However, the truth is, no!

Mu Ling woke up suddenly, after she destroyed the source of mana just now, those mana powers were not absorbed by him, but quickly disappeared directly!

There are only two ways to not be able to absorb mana.

First, the mana of the genus cannot be absorbed.

What is a genus of mana? To put it simply, it is to have a spell that is clear to the owner. Mana is attached to the soul, and in fact, due to the specificity of individual human beings, no two people's soul forms are exactly the same. Then, in this way, the mana attached to the soul cannot be directly absorbed by others because of the specificity of the owner.

If this weren't the case, then even the fight between people with the same spell would be terrible. Once the mana is used, it is useless to attack or defend it. As early as the moment of mana contact, it was over, no matter how powerful the attack was, no matter how hard the defense was, it was meaningless. You only need to snatch the opponent's mana and turn it into your own power, and that's it, but even if you grab it back, it's useless, the other party just needs to grab it back.

Therefore, the plundering of mana must be carried out on the premise that the owner of the mana has died, and only when the owner of the mana dies, then the mana will return to its most primitive state, and if no one absorbs it for a period of time, it will dissipate and return to the embrace of the curse law of the evil spirit.

Mu Ling didn't think that she didn't absorb the mana because of this interference, and she was very sure that the disintegrating body beneath her feet was an empty shell without a soul.

When she destroyed the source of the mana, she shattered its soul as well.

The most direct proof that the evil spirit is dead is that there is no magic aura in this vicinity, and even in the far and wide places at the entrance, there is no fluctuation at all.

As for the second case, it is that Mu Ling did not kill the evil spirit. This situation is somewhat similar to the first one, but in reality it is completely different.

Mu Ling thought of the Troubled King, and one thing she had said.

The baby spirit was the result of a baby who was tragically killed in a car accident on July 3. Moreover, he sensed the magic power of the Ranch King, and learned a little of the Ranjun's abilities. The sleepwalking suicide was all caused by him alone.

Since the baby demon has such an ability, if it is not used in battle, it will be a tyrannical thing.

Therefore, Mu Ling is completely sure that I am afraid that everything she has experienced now is illusory.

As for when the baby demon used such an ability.

Mu Ling thought about it for a while, and quickly found the answer from his memory.

It's a scream!

The cries of those faint human faces that spread all over the bodies of the demons!

However, Mu Ling's memory does not contain much memory about this aspect. All she could remember, she heard the uncomfortable sound, which she hadn't heard since she had jumped to the top of the wall and onto the demon's back.

So, that voice must be the reason that bewitched her and led her into a hallucination!

Mu Ling opened her eyes suddenly, and the scene around her changed as she became conscious...... No, it's not about changing, it's better to use restoration.

……

"Toot, toot"

The wait was a little long, and it was more worrying to her than the countless nights.

She remembers that on her birthday, he said he wanted to celebrate it for himself, and she was full of joy. She didn't do anything that day, although all she could do was get a room of air.

But she didn't blame him, this time, she thought, at least send a blessing.

Finally, the other end of the phone was connected.

"Hello?"

A simple word, but it almost made her collapse her voice, which was a timbre that she couldn't perfectly restore after countless thoughts.

She steadied her mind hard, and gently spit out the words that she had practiced countless times,

"Happy birthday."

The same concise words made the worlds on both sides pause for a moment, and then, the voice was a little puzzled,

"Excuse me...... Who are you? ”

Who is it?

She lost her mind for a while, and just wanted to swallow back her tears, but the voice on the other side of the phone choked up the words she wanted to say in her throat.

"Husband, who's that?"

It was a coquettish sweet tone, and she didn't have time to wait for him to speak, so she dropped it in a panic, "I'm sorry, I made a mistake." "Quickly press the phone to death.

The wind on the roof of the building swayed, as if it was going to blow her down, he really didn't remember, it was so thorough, it was better than a wisp of dust.

She crouched down and lost her voice, but she didn't know how to cry, and her shoulders trembled, as if someone who was about to freeze to death was so weak. (To be continued.) )