Chapter 40: The Real Spoils of War

Jun Ling and Song Xia sat on the ground panting, their foreheads were full of sweat, Song Xia lost his strength and said, "Jun Ling, I can't do it, spare me" Jun Ling said helplessly, "Song Xia, it's not me forcing you, but how long has it been? It's only ten minutes, you have to stop?" It seems a little difficult. When the two were talking, Master Mina covered her mouth and pulled Jun Ling's ears and smiled, "Little Jun Ling has grown up, ten minutes is too short, I don't know where Jun Ling, who could only stand firm for ten minutes before, went?" Jun Ling suddenly had black lines on his head, and he said, now he is talking about business (the comrade who wants to be crooked thinks about the past by himself)

Not long ago, Jun Ling had a big battle with the Wind Wolf Clan, and then he also went berserk and killed the eighth-level Demonic Beast Silver Liquid Black-veined Python, you must know that the facial features of the Demonic Beast are very amazing, and now they must escape from the territory of the Wolf Clan, otherwise the endless wolves will tear the weak two apart in an instant!

Exhausted, Jun Ling carried Song Xia, whose face was flushed, and carried Qiangzi and Sisi in one hand, and flew towards the middle like an arrow, although there are fierce sixth-level demonic beasts in the middle, and there will even be seventh-level, eighth-level and even rare ninth-level demonic beasts, but the wide central part is always safer than the dense periphery of demonic beasts. I don't know how long it took, but Jun Ling noticed a small low-lying hole in front of him, covered with a thick layer of weeds, and there was no trace of it from a distance. Lord Mina's radar-like soul swept over, and suddenly her eyes lit up, "Jun Ling, there is no trace of life in the pit in front of you, it is estimated that it is a dead demonic beast's lair." Jun Ling suddenly felt a burst of heat, and he could finally rest for a while.

said to Song Xia, "Song Xia, there is a hidden hole in the grass ahead, let's go inside to cultivate first." Song Xia nodded, buried her head deep behind Jun Ling and stopped talking, she was so ashamed, she was lying on Jun Ling's back weakly, her body was tightly fit Jun Ling, and the proud twin peaks were constantly being squeezed and deformed by the running bumps....Jun Ling couldn't cough so much, at this moment he was really about to collapse, and the weakness after the storm had already made Jun Ling's feet feel like lead, but no mistakes were allowed in the 100,000 mountains, and staying in the wild would only make the monster shredded like food. Fortunately, there was a hidden pit ahead, and with the last trace of strength on Luck's body, Jun Ling turned into an afterimage and jumped into the pit, and the tense nerves finally relaxed, and suddenly a burst of exhaustion hit and fell to the ground softly.

I don't know how long it has been, a touch of skin suddenly woke Jun Ling up, the demon hand suddenly grabbed the thing on the skin, opened his eyes with a brush, and his eyes were filled with murderous aura, and the heart that was startled after concentrating slowly let go. It turned out that Song Xia wiped her face for herself, and the murderous aura on her face faded and was replaced by a faint gentleness, and she said embarrassedly, "Song Xia, well, I didn't mean that..."

Song Xia nodded softly and continued to wipe the non-existent dirt on her face for Jun Ling. The scene quieted down like this, a faint warmth permeated the entire hole, Jun Ling unconsciously looked at Song Xia opposite, only to see that the white gauze on the other party's face had long been lost, and the clothes on his body had almost turned into strips of cloth. Song Xia next to her also felt something, blushing and lowering her head to look sultry, a voice sounded in Jun Ling's mind, kiss her, kiss her! The thought was out of control like the Yellow River bursting its banks, her voice began to be a little hoarse, and the hand holding Song Xia slowly shifted to the other party's back, her head slowly approached, looking at the trembling eyelashes on Song Xia's closed eyes, Jun Ling suddenly had an urge that she had never felt before!

However, at this moment, a piercing moan broke the atmosphere. Qiangzi said weakly, "Am I dead? Did Jun Ling me die, Cao, what's wrong with you, do you want to love when you die?" Song Xia suddenly jumped into Jun Ling's arms like a frightened rabbit, buried her head tightly in Jun Ling's chest, and couldn't show it, Song Xia's face couldn't be seen by anyone other than her husband, unless the two broke through that relationship. It's just that at this moment, a great resentment emanated from Jun Ling's body, and Jun Ling roared hoarsely, "Qiangzi, why don't you die if you take someone! After finishing speaking, he grabbed a stone beside him and threw it at the head of the strong son, although the strength was not great, but for the weak strong son, it was a pain!

"Ouch, you want to murder your brother, I'll you, I... Eh, I'm sorry, I was wrong, you continue, in fact, I'm still a little dizzy, really, when I don't exist" Qiangzi slowly came back to his senses, looked at Song Xia who fell in Jun Ling's arms, and suddenly understood everything, snapped and slapped himself, obediently lay next to Sisi and continued to pretend to be unconscious, his hands and feet were not honest and wanted to take advantage of Sisi's peerless figure, but Sisi, who thought that he had not woken up yet, jumped up and kicked Qiangzi fiercely. You kid clean up your hands, the old lady has already woken up, just you stupid x screaming, okay, now there is no drama to watch, and you still want to take advantage of the old lady, believe it or not, I broke your little thing?"

Jun Ling, Song Xia and Qiangzi were stunned for a moment, and after a while, the four of them laughed unconsciously, alive, they are all still alive! What is more joyful than being alive? Jun Ling said with a smile on his face, "Okay, don't play, now we are in the middle of the 100,000 Great Mountain, there will be a powerful demonic beast attacking at any time, let's seize the time to recover, Song Xia, you can also rest for a while, my recovery is stronger than yours, I will guard it." Bi Yi reluctantly let go of Song Xia, looked at the strong son who raised his eyebrows and squeezed his eyes with disdain, and gently took out his robe from the Qiankun bag and covered Song Xia. Mistress Mina grabbed Jun Ling's ear and yelled, "Jun Ling, have you had a new person and forgotten the old one? ”

In fact, Jun Ling doesn't know whether he is right or wrong to do this, is this love? He doesn't know, but when he walks with Song Xia, his heart beats very hard, Song Xia is much more beautiful than Huang Meiji, who he has been secretly in love with for a long time, and his figure is much better, but these are not abnormal in Jun Ling, cultivators absorb the aura of heaven and earth, whether men and women are old or young, women are beautiful and spiritual, and their bodies are perfect, men are handsome and handsome, old fairy wind bones, and small shrewd aura. Appearance is no longer the criterion for choosing a mate, I don't know how others choose Jun Ling, at least Jun Ling is chosen from the soul, even if the appearance is better than the fairy, but the soul of a woman with a dark soul will only give people a feeling of disgust, everyone's soul is unique, Song Xia's soul gives people the feeling of softness and rigidity, and the outside rejects people thousands of miles away, but as long as you agree with you, she will treat you wholeheartedly, just like a lotus flower with ice and jade.

Everyone smiled and nodded, yes, it is lucky to have escaped, but will luck always favor you? No one will leave their fate in the hands of others. Several people even saved time to change clothes, turned over their hands and took out various elixirs to swallow, constantly repairing various dark injuries in the body and restoring the true element in the body. Jun Ling didn't know what to do at this time, to restore the power of the demon? The speed of the demon hand's automatic absorption of the surrounding heaven and earth elements required him to worry about it at all, and he needed to recover his mental power? After the rampage, the period of weakness was over, and the spiritual power was basically restored, to be honest, the strongest part of Jun Ling was the recovery power. Suddenly, there was a spiritual light in his head, that's right, the loot! The demon core obtained by his desperate work and the single horn of the mutated demon wolf, as well as the body of the eighth-level silver liquid black-veined python, unconsciously took it out first, just looked at the three people who were fully recovered, and resisted the curious impulse in his heart.

He exhaled deeply, sat at the entrance of the cave and slowly entered a meditative state, Jun Ling did not want to cultivate, but just wanted to calm down and comprehend the battle. Mistress Mina nodded and said, "Jun Ling has done a good job, cultivation is important, but actual combat experience is also important, how does experience come from? ”

Jun Ling thought about it carefully, it seemed that the biggest trophy this time was experience, blind confidence in himself was enough to be fatal, he actually wanted to challenge a wolf pack alone? stupid? It was simply looking for death, how could the wolf clan that could not dare to set foot in the periphery or even in the middle of the country be killed by himself so easily? But now the monarch will not make excuses for himself, and dependence will not make him a strong man. And even after the other party's pseudo-ninth-level magic has been successfully launched, his own approach is still too dead, so many unreasonable places, Jun Ling actually didn't find out? He also stupidly used magic to cause a big explosion, which was unreachable! In fact, this magic only needs a small light bullet to dissolve, and the magic is terrifying is the endless wind blade, but the effect of the low-level wind blade on Jun Ling's body like a sixth-level demonic beast will not be too obvious, at most he will be slightly injured, so that he can exchange the least price for the greatest victory. Jun Ling thinks that he is not a genius, any success is not a fluke, and only by growing can he finally stand on the stage.

Half a day later, the three of them opened their eyes in no particular order, exhaled a breath of turbidity, and their bright eyes were filled with a hint of joy.