Bai Ling retracted her gaze, glanced at him, and said, "If the image is correct, I am not mistaken, he should be Yun Cheng Sujun." ”

"Nakshatra-kun?" Hearing this, Huang Wufeng was taken aback, "Is it a righteous god?" ”

"Yes." Bai Ling nodded, "Medium fruit position." ”

The scholar pondered for a moment, and suddenly said, "Interesting." ”

"Interesting" wasn't like a word he would say, and Bailing asked, "What's interesting?" ”

"This god ran out of life a year ago and entered reincarnation."

"What?" Huang Wufeng exclaimed, "Isn't the clue broken again?" ”

Bai Ling asked, "How do you know?" ”

The book brother said, "I just calculated a hexagram. ”

Bai Ling said, "God's fate can be very variable. ”

"Indeed." Huang Wufeng said to them, "I have to go back and check the Shadow Record to see what it says." ”

Brother Shu reminded him, "Thousands of plank roads converge." ”

"Okay." Huang Wufeng answered, sealed and recited a spell, and after a while, the whole person disappeared in place.

As soon as he left, the atmosphere became delicate for no apparent reason.

The scholar took out a thousand miles talisman in his hand and said to her, "Let's go." ”

So some questions can only be pressed back into the stomach, silent.

However, Bai Ling never expected that she would stay for three months when she went to the Thousand Plank Road.

In these three months, a lot has happened. What she remembered the most was that the book brother helped her find a ground-level coral snake demon. The attack power of the coral snake demon is amazing, and it contains severe poison, but it is the most suitable spiritual object for her for most of the past six months.

Bai Ling didn't think about it, so she wanted to cut her eyebrows and make a contract with blood. She is now a god, and she no longer needs the assistance of the thousand-year-old willow branch.

However, as soon as he cut his eyebrows, his hand was clenched fiercely. There was a sudden pain in his wrist, and the mantra that had been recited for a long time came to an abrupt end, Bai Ling turned his head and met the rare eyes of the scholar, the yin owl.

And the force with which he clenched her wrist was so great that it seemed to break her hand alive.

"Blood as a sacrifice, this is what you call spiritualism?" His voice was cold.

"What are you doing?" Bai Ling was in pain, but she couldn't shake off his hand, so she could only glare at him angrily, "You said that you won't hinder me from sacrificing monsters again!" ”

Brother Shu didn't let go, looked at her coldly, and pronounced clearly, "Answer me, this is how you practice spiritual things?" ”

Annoyed by his inexplicability, Bai Ling shouted, "Yes! I've never practiced soul control! But isn't that what the sacrifice is all about?! I've practiced before, and nothing has happened! ”

"Nothing wrong? The problem is that you didn't have enough strength at that time to hurt him. Brother Shu sneered, "What you are using is the Zhuyou Blood Sacrifice Technique, which is a high-level evil technique used to drive away demons and spirits. The spiritual creatures who are bewitched by this technique are completely sane and can only obey the orders of their masters, and they are no different from walking corpses, and they are the lowest spiritual pets. ”

"You, what did you say?" Bai Ling was stunned, completely forgetting the pain in her wrist, "How is this possible?" ”

"Why do you think Zhu You was called Wu Zu?" Brother Shu said, "His blood sacrifice technique has been cultivated to the realm of driving all spirits. The top ten spiritual pets under the seat are all ancient fierce beasts that have been entrenched in one side and have been deprived of their spiritual intelligence. Later, he was devoured by the blood sacrifice technique, and his body was destroyed. Do you know that he is the only Mahayana god who has been destroyed by his own path? ”

Bai Ling's mind suddenly became very confused, "I, I don't know." ”

Seeing the panicked look on her face, Brother Shu slowed down his tone slightly, but he was still stern, "You said that what you are looking for is a common spiritual object that can help you practice. Cultivating spiritual objects together, spiritual objects should be your protectors, cultivating with you, and should not be trapped by blood contracts. That would damage its own way. And you will not gain anything except an obedient spiritual pet. ”

"Blood sacrifice will only make spiritual objects become puppets. Puppets, no different from dead things. This kind of technique that hurts one's own way and hurts the way of others is all evil arts, and should not be taken recklessly. ”

"Hurt yourself...... Hurt him? ”

- The spiritual control technique of our Guiyuan faction is not the kind of evil art that drives away spirits and tames demons! Refining Liu Linglang requires spiritual objects to recognize your strength and be willing to become your protector.

- Not a spirit pet? But there is clearly a fluctuation of the spirit of service in him. Dharma protectors are spiritual objects that are cultivated together, so how can they be no different from spiritual pets?

- Cultivating spiritual objects together, spiritual objects should be your protectors, cultivating with you, and should not be trapped by blood contracts. That would damage its own way.

In an instant, some memories hit the brain. Bailing's breath stagnated, and suddenly she felt that the world was spinning in front of her.

Spirit pet, spirit pet, no wonder after he woke up, he never had a good face for her, it turned out that she had ruined his way.

In the past, she just felt that he was indifferent by nature and didn't like to be touched by others, but later she knew that he was the ghost emperor god, although she knew in her heart that this feeling was hopeless, but she always felt like she had found the reason why he was in no mood to love, the ghost emperor was naturally ruthless to anyone. Therefore, there is still a little hope in his heart that he will remember her, and she thinks she is very good to him.

However, in the end, it turned out that he was merciful if he did not hate and hate her. That was the way of the Ghost Emperor. Her life wasn't worth that much.

Suddenly the faintest hope was crushed by the words of the scholar, she could not bear it, and staggered back a step, but because her wrist was still grasped, her body went limp, and she fell into his arms.

Her mind seemed to have drifted away from her body, her eyes were blurry and she couldn't see, her ears were buzzing, but a question clearly flashed in her mind—now that you know the truth, do you still want revenge?