"Two, this monster ......"

Ling Ximeng suddenly spoke, her voice was ethereal and crisp, which made people listen to it very comfortably, and their minds relaxed.

In an instant, the man and woman who were discussing fell silent, and their eyes looking at Jiang Han and the others showed a look of jealousy.

Naturally, they had noticed Jiang Han and the others a long time ago, but because Lingxi Dream was present, they didn't care too much.

However, Ling Ximeng's inquiring tone was a wake-up call.

Out of the same domain, they also know something about the character of Lingxi Dream, and they don't dare to say anything else, one thing is certain!

The spirit cherishes the dream, and regards the two creatures in front of him as the existence of the same strength!

In the same way, it is also a storage zài that can crush the two of them.

"Ah, we two don't know it." Before Ling Ximeng could finish speaking, Jiang Han interrupted with a faint smile, "But according to speculation, it may be the corpse of gods and demons." ”

Ling Ximeng's expression was still cold, and her eyes swept over Shu Lang, as if she wanted to know what he had to say.

However, Shu Lang didn't seem to notice, he looked up at the sky, as if he saw something extremely interesting.

This scene made Ling Ximeng's pupils shrink slightly, but she quickly returned to normal, she nodded, and said, "The little girl won't go around in circles." If the two of you can't help this corpse, why don't you let the little woman give it a try? ”

"Please." Jiang Han opened his mouth casually, he sipped a little wine, his eyes were half-narrowed, as if he didn't care about anything.

This idle appearance may make some people take it lightly, but it definitely does not include spiritual dreams!

She knows very well that this seemingly harmless teenager has a great desire to protect his own interests.

This is what Lingxi Dream summed up from the last time.

And Jiang Han's appearance was placed in the eyes of the man and woman who walked with Ling Ximeng. But it has become a strong, fearless table.

Immediately, my heart was even more cautious, and a wave of worry rose.

The strength of Lingximeng does not mean that their strength is strong, although they are also the winners of the quota to enter the secret realm of gods and demons. But there is also a big gap in the strength of each other.

If there is a real fight, it is unknown whether the two of them can defeat one person!

"Lingxiu, be careful not to be a trap." The man reminded in a low voice.

"Yes, Lingxiu, don't be gullible to foreigners!" The woman also whispered.

"I'm measured." Ling Ximeng said lightly, she naturally knew what the two of them were thinking.

In fact, she didn't care about the lives of these two.

The two looked at each other, and they both saw the helplessness in each other's eyes. But they didn't dare to say more, for fear that Ling Ximeng would leave them alone.

Since they were rescued from a near death, both of them have become extremely jealous of the secret realm of gods and demons, and they also deeply understand that only by the side of the strong can there be hope of survival!

What an opportunity, it's all bullshit!

Being able to survive is the most important thing.

Lingxi Menglian moved lightly. One step out, but out of dozens of feet. Like a Lingchen fairy, he appeared more than ten meters in front of the god corpse in the blink of an eye.

Her eyes flashed with brilliance, and she looked at the corpse seriously.

Only by feeling it up close can Ling Ximeng discover the terrifying power of the god's corpse.

Although imprisoned by the cemetery, the power of the divine corpse could not spill out, there was still a palpitating fluctuation transmitted in the air. Let Ling Ximeng's delicate body tremble involuntarily.

Her pupils constricted, revealing a hint of shock.

It was only now that the Spirit Dream was confirmed, even if it was not the corpse of the gods and demons, at least it was the body left by the Sage!

That kind of coercion that comes from the depths of the heart. Only the level of the Martial Saint can be generated!

Ling Ximeng remained motionless, staring at the corpse tightly, and the strange light in her beautiful eyes flashed again and again.

The corpse of the god is really terrifying, and Ling Ximeng can feel it.

The coldness of those scarlet eyes made her feel cold all over her body just by looking at it, and the flashing war spear of the black mangs could definitely tear through the void with ease!

If it weren't for the suppression of the cemetery, Ling Ximeng would never have allowed himself to get close to this kind of Chengdù.

"I would venture to ask, this cemetery is a spiritual treasure for the two of them?" Ling Ximeng suddenly said loudly, she wanted to make sure whether this cemetery had anything to do with Jiang Han and the others.

"I've disappointed you, no." Jiang Han opened his mouth with a smile, his eyes were half-squinted, and he stuffed his body into the big chair, "You can continue." ”

Ling Ximeng was silent, she didn't really believe Jiang Han's words, so she set her eyes on Shu Lang and stared at her.

Shu Lang didn't react, looked up at Tiandao: "Well, the weather is very good today......"

Ling Ximeng's face was a little unpleasant, but she was still staring at him, it seemed that if Shu Lang didn't give a sure word, she wouldn't do it.

Just kidding, Jiang Han's guy is very unkind, if he gets caught, then play Dafa!

Lingximeng didn't want to use life-saving things right now.

"Hahaha!" Jiang Han laughed, tears were about to come out, "Xiao Lang, give Miss Ling an accurate word, lest people think that I cheated her!" ”

Shu Lang straightened his head and no longer looked at the sky, he muttered in a low voice, "I didn't say it earlier, I raised my head for so long...... Ouch, it's so sour......" said while Shu Lang rubbed his neck vigorously, looking twisted.

This is obviously nonsense, a martial artist in the realm of the dignified Martial King, if he twists his neck, it is magical.

However, Ling Ximeng was unmoved, she looked at Shu Lang, and her beautiful eyes were full of waves.

"Hey, if I had such a strong spirit treasure, would I team up with this cargo to farm monsters?" Shu Lang had enough of the play, he looked at Ling Ximeng with a smile, "Don't worry." ”

Ling Ximeng's eyebrows frowned slightly, but she immediately stretched out.

To be honest, Shu Lang and Jiang Han's words and expressions made her suspicious, thinking that this might be a trap deliberately placed by Jiang Han.

But she was gifted and intelligent, and her thoughts quickly cleared up.

Obviously, the power of the divine corpse is undoubted, and it must not be faked, and this cemetery can suppress the divine corpse, which is obviously not ordinary and has a great origin.

Just imagine, if you want to suppress the existence of the divine corpse, Ling Ximeng thinks that even if he holds the holy weapon, he can't do it!

After all, what really depends on the holder, otherwise no matter how powerful the spirit treasure is, it will not be able to exert its due power, and it may suffer backlash!

And Jiang Han and Shu Lang are afraid that they deliberately said those words, so as to make themselves suspicious.

After thinking clearly, the corners of Ling Ximeng's mouth hooked up a faint smile, she nodded, took light steps, and slowly walked towards the god corpse.

When the god corpse saw Ling Ximeng approaching, he suddenly let out a low roar, his scarlet eyes became a little more bloody, and the war spear waved with all his might, but the movement that was slowed down by an unknown number of times seemed a little funny. (To be continued......)