In an instant, Song Wanling's dantian spiritual power was mostly lost, and the palm of her hand clasped the signal flare, asking for help at any time.

But after such a big stroke, the figure that appeared did not give her the slightest sense of crisis.

I saw a figure that seemed to be nothing, but it was shoulder-length black hair, wearing a small coat that could not be worn at the waist, and a strange pair of close-fitting trousers underneath.

The nondescript costume was a young woman, and the other party was staring at her with a distorted face and resentful eyes.

"Thin soul, you're just a mortal?" Song Wanling said in surprise.

She knew that this was the soul that came out of Song Wanyue's body, but the other party was just a mortal, how could she be a monk?!

Even if Song Wanyue is just a low-level monk.

Song Wanling's heart made waves, and she was even more confused.

At this time, it was a sudden change in the clouds in the sky, and it was gloomy, and then a thunderbolt split down in the blink of an eye.

Song Wanling felt a little bit of a huge breath, and directly snorted and fell to her knees.

And the tooth and claw wanted to pounce but couldn't break through her, and the soul of the light net began to fall apart before it could touch the thunder light.

In less than a breath, it is like a mirror, reflecting countless broken shadows.

The thunder light completely cleaved, turned into a tiny glimmer of light, and finally completely disappeared, leaving no trace behind.

The thunder dissipated, and the blood-stained, pierced corpse on the ground was destroyed, leaving a small piece of charred ground with bits of ashes.

When the wind blows, it sinks to the ground like a weight.

Song Wanling's eyes were glazed, and she knelt on the ground straight.

And the sky shadows dissipated, and the weather was sunny again.

Song Wanling's dry eyes blinked, his chest was dull, and the thunder light did not affect him.

But her soul was shattered in the blink of an eye, and there was no chance of reincarnation, but it was a great earthquake that frightened her.

And then the clan sister was unconsciously taken away, and she realized herself more deeply, and all kinds of things happened one after another.

She fell to the ground at this time and couldn't stand, her palms trembled and raised, barely carrying a trace of spiritual power to reveal it to her palms, and a spiritual light in the signal flare she was holding was fleeting.

And the Song Clan's foundation building monks in Qingyuan City all opened their eyes.

Especially Song's father and Song's mother's face changed dramatically in an instant, and the spiritual power of the whole body swept through, and in the blink of an eye, the spiritual light condensed from under his feet and rose into the air.

Soon, several majestic figures also appeared in mid-air.

Several people glanced at each other, and they all quickly flew to the outskirts of the vast forest.

Regardless of the hidden traces, several foundation building monks of the Song clan passed through Qingyuan City, causing an uproar.

The same foundation building monk quietly followed, and during the Qi training period, he was suppressed by the coercion that leaked out and couldn't move.

And Song's father and Song's mother flew with all their might, and of course the Song elders were not slow.

After all, he is the most talented clansman in this generation, and it is certain that he will build a foundation.

If there is any more luck of their Song family, there can be one more Jindan real person, and then it will no longer be a small family that does not enter the stream.

"Ling'er!"

Song's father and Song mother flew to the sky above Song Wanling's place regardless of front and back, and before they approached, their divine sense had already strafed inside and out, and they didn't find anything else.

But before they could get close, the husband and wife shot at the same time, and one of them swept around with a spell.

Song Mu threw out the defensive circle and surrounded Song Wanling, who was sitting on the ground.

Then the two of them fell into the circle.

The Song Elder in the sky did not fall, he was vigilant and shot at any time.

"Where is Ling'er injured?"

Mother Song anxiously took out the jade bottle, took out the precious healing pill and was about to feed it.

Song Wanling pressed her wrist and raised her head, her beautiful face was covered with tears, her eyes were full of sadness, and she was more frightened.

Mother Song's eyebrows were sharp, "Who dares to hurt my son at the border of Qingyuan City?"

Ling'er was not injured, he must be a Qi cultivation period monk, and he quickly said that an elder had captured him! ”

Song Wanling shook her head in a daze.

Father Song's hand turned the magic sword, and the blade swallowed Sen Han's sword qi.

"Ling'er, don't be afraid, not only me and your mother are here, the elders are all around, and they will definitely be able to protect you."

"Daddy, no monk attacked me, and there was no one else around."

Song's mother quickly checked out that her daughter was not injured, but her spiritual breath was extremely unstable and her heart was shocked.

Hurriedly carried the aura in his palm and stuck it on her back, and the soft and soothing aura contained her.

Song Wanling felt the warm breath, slowly calmed down, and then got up according to Song Mu's wrist, and roughly relayed the matter with some choked up.

omitted the cause of the jade bracelet, and said directly from the meeting of the two in Fangshi.

"Song Wanyue was taken away? To be able to give it up is at least to build a foundation in the middle of the period.

Those two kinds of mountain fruits only hurt the Qi cultivation period cultivators, even if the other party's specialty of Qingyuan City was unknown, shouldn't they be so irrational? ”

Father Song said in a deep voice.

Song Wanling shook her head, "That soul is very thin, not a foundation building monk, even if he dies and is killed, he shouldn't be so thin." ”

"I'll go back to the Song family in advance to discuss this."

The three figures descended, and after hearing what Song Wanling said, there were no monks or other strange things around, and Song Mu had already put away the magic circle.

And the conversation between them just now did not hide from the three Song Clan elders in the sky.

"Taking away the sacrifice hurts the peace of the heavens, and every monk only has one chance in his life, no matter how high the cultivation is.

That's what Heaven allows, why does the heavenly thunder fall?

And why is it that the soul of a mere mortal can take away a monk, and even that soul can work to send down thunder? ”

Song Wanling grabbed Song Mu's sleeve and asked with a pale face.

"Ling'er, listen to the Great Elder, let's go back to the Song clan first and then do business."

Mother Song patted her hand.

Song Wanling's blood-colored lips trembled, her eyelids drooped, a string of crystal tears slid through, and she glanced at the elders present with ripples and nodded.

"It's just that I also ask the elders to put away the ashes and bring them back to the Song family, it's Sister Yue's..."

She couldn't say any more, covering her lips and crying.

Feeling the heavy grief that they had bestowed on the juniors, the elders present looked at each other and nodded.

is so affectionate and righteous to the clansmen, but it does not take them to cultivate.

An elder stepped forward and ingested the ashes quite carefully, and then put them into the jade box, but this was for Song Wanling's sake.

Song Wanling's eyes were fluttering, and her eyes were full of sadness.

"You go first." Father Song said to the elders.

They volleyed into the air and soon disappeared.

And Song's father and Song's mother ignored the aura around them, and with a flip of their wrists, an emerald green leaf appeared in their palms.

Then it rose flutteringly, rose sharply in the wind, and turned into an emerald green law boat.

Mother Song held Song Wanling's arm, and the three of them flew to the flying magic weapon together.

Taking care of his daughter, who had not yet built a foundation and had no aura shield around her, Father Song used his spiritual power to prop up a transparent protective shield around the flying magic weapon.

The flying magic weapon flew slowly and leisurely towards Qingyuan City in the air, the speed was not fast, it was very stable, like flat ground.

I only saw the surrounding scenery receding, and the sound of the wind was weakened to almost nothing.

Mother Song pinched her daughter's cold jade hand, "Don't be afraid, killing that lonely soul and wild ghost can be regarded as revenge for your sister Yue." ”

Song Wanling hung her head.

"She asked me for the jade bracelet several times, and the two of them have a gap, this time to the vast forest, she has other plans, but she eats the mountain fruit by mistake first, otherwise it will ......"

Mother Song's eyes lit up, it was the opportunity to take a fancy to Ling'er!

Don't say that she is not Song Wanyue, it is really Song Wanyue herself, so she can't be left!

……