"Mo Ling!"

Zhuang Wudao followed the sound and looked into the distance, and saw that a black dot hundreds of miles away was rapidly approaching in the clouds, sprinting towards this side. A flash is a hundred miles away. Then, as if the child saw his long-missed parents, he slammed into his arms.

Zhuang Wudao's chest was stuffy for a while, it was not very comfortable, Mo Ling's impact was heavy, and if he was replaced by an ordinary Yuan Shen monk, it was estimated that his entire body would be smashed directly. Divine beasts are indeed not something that ordinary people can afford.

This collision is like this, close to the fifth layer of the unbroken golden body, and he also feels unbearable, let alone someone else?

However, Zhuang Wudao laughed loudly, and his heart was full of joy. After a long time, he forcibly pulled Mo Ling, who was still attached to him, out of his arms, and then looked up and down carefully.

I haven't seen Mo Ling's body much in more than ten years, but it is more powerful, and its claws and beak are sharper. Although he has survived alone in this badlands for more than ten years, Mo Ling's body has not added much ferocity and cruelty.

But that's right, the three-legged crow flies side by side is a bird of prey, and even its species usually doesn't need to hunt. The three-legged golden crow relied on absorbing the sun's essence fire, and only when it was particularly hungry did it occasionally feed on fire-based spirit beasts. The three-legged crow often roams between the two worlds, absorbing the qi of the underworld and feeding on various souls.

-- Just because these souls have both 'life' and 'death' qualities.

Compared with more than ten years ago, it seemed that there was no growth or change, but when Zhuang Wudao's hand touched under Mo Ling's feathers, he touched dozens of scars.

In this Far South Badland, Mo Ling has obviously experienced countless bitter battles and dangers.

The demonic power had also increased a lot, and at this time, Mo Ling's qi element concentration was clearly at the fourth level! Although it had only been a short time since he entered the fourth order, Zhuang Wudao had a feeling. Mo Ling's strength at this moment is only afraid that he has surpassed Yuan Bai by at least half!

Put it on the Tianji list, it must be the top ten choices on the heterogeneous list!

"I'm sorry for you!"

Zhuang Wudao touched those scars, quite distressed. stroked Mo Ling's head, and put the little crow on his shoulder again.

However, the thoughts that came from Mo Ling's side still carried some grievances and complaints, as if they were about to cry. Zhuang Wudao couldn't help laughing, and said in a doting tone: "Who am I doing this for? It's not for your good? ”

The sword spirit next to him looked at it, and couldn't help but shake his head slightly, he couldn't stand it anymore, if Nie Xianling and the three law people were here at this moment, they would definitely drop their jaws.

Instead of people who don't know, they are afraid that they will think that Zhuang Wudao is coaxing his lover.

But immediately after, Luo Qingyun shrank his gaze again and looked at Mo Ling's feet. I saw that above the three legs, there was a faint bit of gold. Looking closely, I found that Mo Ling's feathers all over his body were glowing with a faint golden glow.

"Something is wrong, this is the day after tomorrow Chiyang Tianxinqi?"

She had seen and heard a lot, and she only had a little discernment, so she vaguely knew the reason, but she couldn't be sure, so she asked Zhuang Wudao directly: "You ask Mo Ling, did he swallow something in the Extreme South Badland?"

Zhuang Wudao also felt that Mo Ling's feathers and claws were a little different. The pale golden brilliance seems to be soft, but once Mo Ling is lucky, it must be extremely sharp.

As far as he knew, among the acquired golden qi, the twenty-fourth ranked Houtian Chiyang Heavenly Xin Qi was this characteristic.

Mo Ling was also quite proud when he heard this, and shook his wings slightly. The black feather covered in it had become a little sharper than Zhuang Wudao's Taixiao Yin Yang Sword.

The exchange of ideas, Zhuang Wudao only knew the reason for it for a moment: "This is ten years ago, Mo Ling snatched a Chiyang Xin Stone from the lair of two fourth-order demons, and then it took several years to swallow and refine it. ”

He and Mo Ling have a spiritual connection, but they are separated by hundreds of thousands of miles, and at most they can only know the general situation, so they don't know about this matter.

But he was quite happy in his heart, not because of the hard work of the day after tomorrow, but because of the gangsterism revealed by Mo Ling. Forcibly robbing people and property, this kind of thing, he likes it the most.

In Yuecheng back then, there were many robberies and extortion of those rich businessmen who were unkind to the rich. It's a pity that after worshipping into the dust, the door rules are restricted, and the impact has to be considered, so many things can't be done in a righteous and bright way.

No wonder this little guy's Chiyang Heavenly Xin Qi can be endless, and it will not be exhausted. ”

The sword spirit was relieved at this time, and looked at Mo Ling, who was combing his feathers, and suddenly felt funny: "Look at it, it's so good! But with the help of this golden qi, this little guy is like a tiger with wings, the ability to defend and the sharpness of his minions, all of which can be compared to the fifth-order demon, and it is really a good luck." ”

Zhuang Wudao only felt inappropriate at this time: "The day after tomorrow, Chiyang Tianxinqi is a positive thing, but Mo Ling's physical body is true yuan, and it is yin, will there be any hindrance?"

"Don't worry about that. Luo Qingyun shook his head and said comfortingly: "These innate spirit beasts all have a bloodline inheritance. Nature can distinguish between the spiritual things in the world, which are beneficial and which are harmful. Since it had melted that Chiyang Xin Stone, it must have a corresponding spiritual object to neutralize and suppress. ”

Zhuang Wudao asked Mo Ling with his mind, and his heart was relieved. Sure enough, in Mo Ling's body, there was another Yin Treasure that not only suppressed the yang power in the Chiyang Xin Stone, but also made Mo Ling's demonic power cultivation increase day by day.

This thing originally had a yin and evil poison, but after being neutralized and offset by the Chiyang Xin Stone, it became a strange treasure that could assist the cultivation of the ink spirit.

Even Zhuang Wudao, who had several heavy treasures in his hands, was quite envious after hearing this: "In this way, this evil land is indeed not a resource-poor place. If it weren't for the monster and demon cultivation to plunder, it would be worth my life and management from the Dust Sect. It's no wonder that those demon cultivators are eager to rush to this place, and they have tried their best to cross the abyss of death. By the way, Mo Ling is also a fourth-order demon now, and in common sense, now is also the time to transform—"

This idea was not a sudden thought of him, but a long time ago. Zhuang Wudao is preparing to call this little guy as a disciple of Daotong in the future.

Mo Ling is still underage, and after her transformation, it is estimated that she is still a little girl about eight years old.

However, before he finished speaking, Luo Qingyun had already said leisurely: "The body of a divine beast, why do you need to transform into a shape? Beasts transform into shapes, sword master, you don't have to pay the price? Those ordinary demon beasts change their human forms, either for the convenience of walking in the human world, or for the cultivation of various exercises created by the human race. But once you transform into a shape, your muscles, bones, and qi will all change, and when you practice the bloodline inheritance of your body, it will definitely have an impact. It's just that the consequences are bigger or smaller. ”

Speaking of this, Luo Qingyun glanced at Mo Ling again: "Mo Ling is a high-level pure-blood divine beast, and he has a complete Immortal Crow inheritance in his own body, so he doesn't need to resort to the divine power of the human race at all. With you taking care of it, no monk dares to disadvantage it, so why do you have to transform into a human form? Even if it is a human, it should be when it becomes an adult, when the bone meridians are finalized, and the impact is minimal. ”

Zhuang Wudao was stunned for a while, but Mo Ling on his shoulder screamed softly. Nodding constantly, he seemed to agree with Luo Qingyun's words.

"I see!"

Zhuang Wudao reacted after a long time. I wanted to say that it was impossible to transform into shape, so at least let Mo Ling refine the horizontal bones, and he could speak and talk to people. But if this horizontal bone is refined, God knows what kind of impact it will have on Mo Ling?

In the end, Zhuang Wudao had no choice but to give up, stroked Mo Ling's head and said, "Or is it serious, where is the place you are talking about?"