"Where is this?"

After wandering in the void space for I don't know how long, Zhang Ling rubbed his eyes after waking up, and struggled to adapt to the light of the outside world.

I saw countless dazzling blue scales, arranged in a neat and orderly manner in front of Zhang Ling's eyes, illusory and real.

Zhang Ling rubbed his eyes again in disbelief, carefully observed the surroundings he was in, and suddenly his heart was surging.

Everything in front of him completely confirmed the popular science of the mainland that the old man had taught him.

Even if Zhang Ling had done his homework in advance, he was pale with fright from this shocking scene.

Because at this time, he was in the belly of an illusory ancient dragon.

Looking up, the dragon's body is about a thousand feet, and its limbs are vigorous and strong.

With the ancient and solemn aura contained in this huge body alone, Zhang Ling did not dare to move his body for half a minute.

The ancient creature of the "True Dragon" has always been recorded in the mythology of the earth, and who would have thought that it would actually exist in another world.

After Zhang Ling carefully observed the delicate dragon scales, he found that the entire dragon was constructed from the blue illusory energy.

No, his body disappeared at all, Zhang Ling came back to his senses and began to carefully inspect every inch of his skin, which frightened Zhang Ling's jaw to the ground.

The state of Zhang Ling's body at this time was no different from the ancient dragon that carried it, it was all a soul form with a clear outline and a transparent body, but within his own soul body, there were countless purple to black "bugs" dormant.

Zhang Ling, who was puzzled, simply sat down cross-legged and carefully looked at the "bugs" in his arms.

The appearance of the "worm" is extremely disgusting, and its four legs are like hooks and dead in the soul body, and the slender mouth tube pierces the depths of the soul.

Zhang Ling gasped, he understood that the countless purple and black insects that were absorbed in his soul were the inhumane "soul poison" poisonous spirit that had tormented him for twenty years.

In fact, when Zhang Ling was very young, he was very eager to one day take a look at the poison body that tortured him, but now that he saw it with his own eyes, the feeling of frustration and despair that seemed to float in the depths of Zhang Ling's mind at the beginning.

"Boy, don't be depressed, the old man can already sense the edge of this space, get ready, and go out immediately. ”

Suddenly, a muffled Mandarin voice like thunder and its crappy Mandarin rolled from the sky of this space.

Zhang Ling didn't have time to cover his ears, and was shocked by the powerful demonic sound on the illusory ancient dragon's abdomen, struggling in pain, the terrifying penetrating power seemed to completely shake his fragile soul away.

Seeing this scene, the thousand-zhang blue dragon that was drifting arbitrarily with the pure yang spiritual power hurriedly twisted the long bearded dragon head, opened its golden eyes, and carefully scanned the young soul that was moaning bitterly in his belly.

The old dragon's face was full of ravines, his brows were furrowed, and he shook the dragon's head that was scattered with dark blue light, and sighed secretly in his heart, "I actually forgot that this kid is just a mortal, fortunately, he didn't speak too loudly, otherwise the old man's dragon chant would have shocked him." ”

Seeing Zhang Ling lying on his stomach, he gradually regained consciousness.

The old dragon still decided to use his spiritual power to communicate with him, if he died in his own hands, it was estimated that the old man of Nie Yuanshan would never help him fulfill his last wish for revenge in his life.

"Is the kid okay?" The previous thunderous voice was transmitted slowly and gently to Zhang Ling's mind, and the tone was still weird, like the Hakka accent of Xichuan in Huaxia.

Relieved of the pain of the soul tremor, Zhang Ling felt that his soul seemed to be much lighter.

Zhang Ling took a closer look at the illusory and transparent body again, and found that the poisonous spirit that was originally parasitic in the depths of the soul was actually shocked by the sound of the dragon's chant that had previously impacted the soul.

Coupled with the restraint of the pure yang spiritual power in the strange space, nearly one-third of the poisonous spirits were directly separated from the soul, like the dissipated sand shadow being completely refined by the pure yang spiritual power.

After his soul was much lighter and more comfortable, Zhang Ling remembered to answer, the words that had just asked him, Zhang Ling looked around, except for the blue ancient dragon that was protecting his body, there were no other strange spirits, and he didn't need to think much about it and he knew the reason.

"Back to the words of the seniors, the injury is not a big deal, thank you for the generosity of the seniors. ”

Zhang Lingjian's eyebrows were calm, his hands were very respectful, and he clenched his fists, and bowed down to thank the dragon head who had already turned his head.

Suddenly, the old dragon's body gradually shrank, and the sharp dragon claws that trembled in the cold light contracted slightly.

Suddenly, the dark blue ball of light completely enveloped Zhang Ling's soul.

It is about the same as Nie Yuanshan's Blue Ying Sword Gang, but the old dragon's spiritual power is as gentle as water and blue, and it has a miraculous effect on Zhang Ling's soul.

"It's okay, the spiritual power of this heaven and earth has pushed us to its locked position, and we will be able to return to the Demon Spirit Continent immediately if nothing else. ”

The thick and trembling dragon voice was still transmitted to Zhang Ling's brain in Mandarin with a Xichuan accent.

Zhang Ling thought carefully about when he first taught Nie Yuanshan to learn Mandarin.

He also has a Xichuan accent and a foreigner accent, so Zhang Ling forcibly pressed the desire to laugh.

Zhang Ling does not look down on the accent, in fact, every language is a unique culture and art in his eyes, and it is indeed rare to have a profound background and make people happy.

As soon as the old dragon's words fell, the huge dragon body had turned into a wisp of dark blue smoke, which was incorporated into the sword pattern ancient ring on Zhang Ling's finger and disappeared.

Zhang Ling didn't think much about why the body was soulful, and this ring was still worn on his hand, let alone why Qianzhang Gulong could turn into smoke and enter the ring.

When he should know, he will know sooner or later that this kind of truth is very simple, and all he can do after subverting the worldview is to adapt as much as possible, and that's it.

"Senior, you don't need to speak the Huaxia dialect on the earth, my master has taught me the common ancient language of the Demon Spirit Continent. ”

Zhang Ling changed his tone and spoke into the air in front of him in a very awkward and jerky language, he knew that the Blue Scale Ancient Dragon would definitely be able to hear him, so he was not worried about the awkward atmosphere.

"You can teach, that guy still has such a sharp eye for people, as a demon spirit person who grew up in a foreign country, it is not easy to learn the ancient language of demon spirits in such a short time, this is the first surprise that Old Man Nie gave me. ”

The old dragon who was entrenched in the ring no longer deliberately used the broken Huaxia dialect to communicate with Zhang Ling, and directly changed to communicate with him in the ancient language of the demon spirit, after all, Zhang Ling could only use this kind of voice to communicate with people in the future.

"Do you also think that I am from the Demon Spirit Continent?"

Zhang Ling doesn't know whether his identity is a blessing or a curse, and when the blessing and misfortune are halved, the blessing is that he can return to the so-called continent to practice spiritual power. Woe, like the torture of hell, tortured his soul poison for twenty years, almost ruined his life early.

"Stinky boy, young people don't think so much, just live in the moment and do what you have to do, Old Man Nie and I have long thought that the expectations of this life are pressed on you, don't worry, your soul is poisonous, Old Man Nie can have a way to suppress it for ten years, and I can too." ”

The old dragon said confidently.

As soon as the words fell, the pure white light in the cave space carried Zhang Ling's forward speed more and more briskly, even more confusing than Nie Yuanshan's help before, not surprisingly, this was the exit to land on the Demon Spirit Continent.

Zhang Ling thought of the Nie Yuanshan who had sent him away and stayed in place, and asked the old dragon in the ring with some worry in his heart: "Senior, my master will be fine, right? Will he teleport to a place with us?"

"Don't worry, he just happened to encounter the calamity of breaking the rank, and with his current strength, he can completely cope with it. But according to this ethereal law, the chance of teleporting to a place is close to zero. ”

The old dragon's spiritual power transmission seemed to be affected by the Pure Yang Spirit's extremely fast jumping space, and it began to become like a shadow in Zhang Ling's mind.

Fortunately, Zhang Ling heard the general idea clearly, and after learning that Nie Yuanshan was not in danger, Zhang Ling's hanging heart was completely let go.

When his own strength is enough, he will personally go to find the old man, and then let him be impressed, proving that if he cultivates, he is definitely stronger than his precious grandson.

Time flies, Zhang Ling seems to have stepped on a time and space tunnel, and the white space background becomes blurred because of the extremely fast speed.

Zhang Ling could only close his eyes and wait for the moment when it stopped.

Finally, the push of pure yang spiritual power was not as violent as before, and the speed began to slow down, and after a strong and dazzling holy light condensed, Zhang Ling completely rejected that strange space.

As soon as he came to his senses, the overwhelming sound of taunting and insulting was forcibly poured into his ears, and there were many hungry and laughing voices of young children around him, sometimes clear, sometimes faint.

Zhang Ling immediately opened his eyes and looked around, only to find that he was floating in a classroom with classroom desks and chairs.

At the same time, there was another soul of his own floating on the ceiling of the classroom, Zhang Ling's jaw fell to the ground, what the hell is this? He could no longer hold back his curiosity and carefully examine that soul.

That soul looked fuller and stronger than Zhang Ling's stunted remnant soul, but the age was not as mature as Zhang Ling's current twenty years old, but his appearance was exactly the same as Zhang Ling's, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, delicate facial features, and bright and pure black eyes.

"You're finally ...... Coming?" The young soul floated in front of Zhang Ling, a little overwhelmed, and asked.

"Who are you?"

Zhang Ling faced himself, who was about five years younger, more like facing a mirror, and asked this relatively simple question curiously.

"I'm you, someone asked me to wait here, she said that I will definitely come back, by the way, my name is Zhang Ling. ”

The young soul's eyes were very happy, and it seemed to have found light in the darkness, just like weeds meeting the long-lost sunshine, exactly the same as when he met Nie Yuanshan.

"Who ......?" Zhang Ling looked at that happy and immature face, but he was at a loss, and he really couldn't find a clue about this matter.

"I don't know who she is, but it feels very familiar, you look over there. The young soul pointed to the corner of the classroom below the two of them, and said with a sad look in his eyes.

Zhang Ling looked in the direction he was pointing, and the festival suddenly shattered to the ground.

In that corner, there was a self that was exactly the same as a young soul, no, he was not a void silhouette and transparent body, he was a real entity.

Entity Zhang Ling is being surrounded in a corner by a group of peers.

The physical Zhang Ling's clothes are clear, the headdress is gorgeous, and he looks like a rich young master, but his eyes are extremely empty, and the whole thing seems to have lost his soul, just a shell, standing in place stupidly, surrounded by everyone, tears and snot stained his face with a blue nose and swollen face, and his mouth keeps repeating crying "Father, I want to go home." ”

Looking at this scene under him, and then looking at the soul body beside him that was the same size as the entity Zhang Ling below, Zhang Ling, who was floating in the air, seemed to understand something.

Seven or eight fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys, led by a black-clothed boy, punched and kicked Zhang Ling, who was huddled in the corner and shivering, without any sense of proportion.

"Woooooooooo......oo Father, I'm going home, I don't want to study...... I want to go home. ”

Zhang Ling, an entity like a child's mind, is like a stray wild dog who allows others to bully and pity Chuchu.

He could only lie on the ground to protect his head, the nosebleed on his face and the blood spilling from his mouth had long since fused together, and his eyes were swollen and high.

There was also a group of young children watching the excitement with relish.

"Stop me!!"

Zhang Ling, who was floating in the air, could no longer bear the fact that his body was so humiliated by others, and roared at the crowd.

"Don't waste your efforts, they can't hear us, and if it worked, he wouldn't be what he is. Fifteen-year-old Zhang Soul shed tears of regret with great chagrin.

But miracles seem to happen sometimes, and a voice that completely overlaps with Zhang Ling's roar comes from the door of the classroom, and the words are exactly the same.

The black-clothed young man who led the violent assault on Zhang Ling glanced back at the door, and quickly stopped his foot that was about to kick Zhang Ling's abdomen.

The young man in black looked at the door of the classroom and sneered and said, "Yo, Zhang Jiaqing, is the rescue coming?"

"You give Lao Tzu less poverty, and let Zhang Ling go for me. ”

Outside the door of the classroom, a group of sturdier and older students were escorting a seventeen-year-old boy in a lace shirt, and the group walked slowly, the young man in the green dress strode forward, with a look of disdain for everything around him on his face, and the momentum was a hundred times more arrogant than that of the boy in the night.

"Isn't this Zhang Qing, the cousin of the Zhang family and Zhang Ling in Via City. ”

"It is said that just yesterday we had broken through the Seventy Demon Spirit Points. ”

"Isn't that just more than thirty points away from officially becoming a noble demon spirit, and the future is infinite. ”

"But our young master's cultivation is not too far behind him. ”

"That's it. ”

The little henchman behind the black-clothed boy began to discuss wildly, but the boy ignored it.

Seeing that the other party was menacing, the young man in black had already thought about how to end it in his heart, Zhang Ling would fight this waste, there was no need to be a waste for the time being, and he would tear his face with Zhang Qing now.

"Since Qingshao spoke, then I will sell Qingshao a face, let's go, next time I let me see you, I will beat you half to death. ”

After pondering for a moment, the black-clothed young man looked gloomy with that fierce face, and spoke ill of the demented entity Zhang Ling, and then waved his hand to take away all the dogs around him, and before leaving, he squinted at the arrogant and incomparable Zhang Qing, which was intriguing.

Seeing that someone came to stop the beating, Zhang Ling in the air suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

But he didn't expect that the fifteen-year-old soul body next to him lowered his head and sighed, and that appearance was not more relaxed than when the black-clothed young man beat the entity Zhang Ling, but gritted his teeth, looking more worried and nervous.

In the air, Zhang Ling looked at Zhang Ling, the entity who had been taken away by the young man in green clothes, and compared with the sinister and ruthless face of the young man in green clothes when he left, he categorically felt that things did not seem to be simple.