The Necromancer was coughing up blood, his pale and thin face was distorted, and his veins were bulging. He seemed to reach out to push Duo Ling away, but Duo Ling soon realized that he slammed the knife in his body. bend.
The severe pain made his pale face even more bloodless. He opened his mouth with great effort, but he could only spit out blood from his throat. The bright red blood continued to overflow from the corner of his mouth, mixed with dark black hair and soil, Dirty and messy.
Duo Ling sneered, stood up holding the handle of the knife, stepped on his face, and crushed him heavily.
"Soul-destroying? My Divine Debate sect cultivates the soul, and I dare to use this kind of dirty tricks and jokes in front of your aunt!"
It was only then that Charles remembered that Shen Sansi once said that the Shenbian sect was established with the cultivation of the soul.
Although the Necromancer's soul-stirring technique is also very powerful, it can't be regarded as a professional after all. If there is a specialization in the technique, it is natural that he can't beat Duo Ling.
However, the two of them didn't expect that the necromancer suddenly moved his fingertips vigorously, and uttered a broken incantation from his throat.
Duo Ling knew something was wrong, and immediately after, the surrounding skeleton soldiers rushed up, screaming to smash Duo Ling to pieces.
Seeing this, the little dragon immediately turned into a dragon body and broke through the barrier. The silver-white dragon spread its wings and roared to push away those skeleton soldiers, but it couldn't resist the sea of bones, and soon attacked again.
The silver dragon couldn't fly high. Seeing that the skeleton soldiers had already rushed towards Duo Ling, he could only spread his wings and protect Duo Ling under the huge wings to bear the attacks for her.
The sharp nails of the skeletons kept tearing the dragon's body. The adult silver dragon's scales were thin, and soon scratched and scarred by these bones. The little dragon screamed in pain, but did not move away from Duo Ling's body.
When Duo Ling heard the dragon chant, his heart tightened, and he immediately pulled out the knife and swung it down fiercely.
However, he was still a bit rational, instead of blowing the head of the necromancer, he slapped him on the head with the back of the knife, and then quickly took advantage of his half-consciousness to penetrate his soul, seize the sovereignty, and tried to order the surrounding skeleton.
But in the end, there was no way to do it, Duo Ling tried a few times in panic, and then the skeleton soldiers stopped their movements, and fell to the ground with a crash.
The surrounding attacks finally stopped, and Xiaolong's body has turned up a few silver scales, exposing flesh and blood. It is conceivable that if he hadn't protected Duo Ling, Duo Ling would have been torn to pieces by these skeleton soldiers at this moment, turning into pieces all over the ground. meat.
The necromancer passed out completely, but Duo Ling was also backlashed by forcibly snatching other people's bodies, and immediately spit out a big mouthful of blood.
Fortunately, her mind and soul are strong, and although she was wounded, she was not fatal. After she calmed down a little, the blood mist in front of her eyes finally dissipated, and she realized that the silver dragon protecting her was lying on the ground powerlessly.
Duo Ling smelled a sweet smell of blood, and realized that Xiaolong must have been injured. He wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth with the handle of the knife, reached out and gently stroked the wings of the silver dragon protecting her, and comforted him: "It's all right. .”
The silver dragon's wings moved slightly, and the bones buried on his body fell down with a clatter, and the little dragon turned into a human form, his body was covered with cuts and bruises.
And Duo Ling was not much better, her chest was covered with large bloodstains, some of her own and some of the necromancer's.
The two scarred people just looked at each other for a while, but finally they laughed together.
Xiaolong finally felt relaxed, and simply sat down on the ground, looked at the bloodstains on his body and said, "It seems that this is the first time I bleed."
Duo Ling's mouth was full of blood. Looking at the necromancer, he stretched out his hand to conjure up a rope, roughly tied him into a rice dumpling, then tied an ugly knot, and stuck a few long needles into his head .
Xiaolong looked shocked: "What is this?"
Duo Ling replied: "Seal his consciousness, so that he will not have trouble again."
Charles had wounds all over his body, reddish eye circles from pain, took a small breath, blinked quickly, trying to divert his attention, and asked, "Aren't you going to kill him?"
Duo Ling took out a golden bag and put the half-dead zongzi in. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at Charles: "I think it's more appropriate to hand this person over to Nassau."
After all, she felt strange that it was unreasonable to be able to force Feizu into such a person, yet she killed him so easily, and there must be something strange in it.
Only then did Xiaolong nod his head in a daze, and Duo Ling lost his strength, and shook the red sword, all the blood on it dripped down.
She put away the knife, then sat next to Xiaolong, and asked, "I didn't find a chance to ask, what's your name?"
The two had a fight together, and they got closer in an instant, Xiaolong replied obediently: "Charles Ryan, just call me Charles."
Duo Ling felt that this name was stranger than Nasuo's, and after reading it several times, he found it easier to pronounce, and asked again: "Are you really a dragon?"
Xiaolong Zaizai didn't speak, but he didn't deny it either.
Duo Ling understood in her heart, and the previous doubts were gradually cleared up, so she smiled, and then said: "Okay, if you don't say anything, let me guess."
"Just now that person said that you are a mixed race, and you will not receive inheritance until you are an adult, but he also said that you are very fragile now..."
Duo Ling looked at Charles carefully, pondered for a moment, and said, "The Mr. Jiang who is with you doesn't seem to be a warm-hearted person. He came to save us, is he planning something?"
Xiaolong didn't know Jiang Wuyi's thoughts, and immediately explained: "No, you misunderstood, Jiang Yan is very good."
Seeing that he didn't want to lie, Duo Ling said with a delicate expression: "Forget it, you probably don't know."
Charles thought about it, and frowned stubbornly: "Anyway, he's fine."
Duo Ling waved his hand perfunctorily: "Yes, yes, he is good, he is the best."
"Then let's go on, if my guess is right, is there something wrong with your soul, he will take action... Maybe he wants to get the mental method of our Shenbian sect and help you cultivate your soul?"
This is something Xiaolong Zaizai himself doesn't know. After being told by Duo Ling, he himself was a little uncertain, so he looked at her cautiously.
Duo Ling couldn't help laughing: "I'm not pursuing responsibility, you don't have to look at me like this, to tell you the truth, I am also using you, each takes what he needs, there is nothing to worry about."
Xiaolong's eyes widened: "You... use us?"
Duo Ling took out two more small porcelain bottles, and handed one of them to Xiaolong: "Here, for healing."
After finishing speaking, she raised her head and drank one of the bottles, Xiaolong blinked and said thank you.
Duo Ling smiled: "Why are you so obedient?"
Xiaolong drank the medicine in the porcelain bottle, put the lid back on, and said in a low voice, "Someone taught me that."
Duo Ling didn't ask any more questions, and used his spiritual power to tease his internal injuries, while slowly saying: "You should also be able to see that my senior brothers and sisters are all stupid, except for my sixth senior brother Yang Ming, everyone else is here to make trouble. If you guys come a little later, I can only rush forward with a knife in my hand."
She sighed, looking very distressed: "They all think that they are amazing talents, and I didn't want to come to this secret place, but if I let them out by themselves, sooner or later they will kill people, so you are here, I wanted you to clear the way for us."
Regardless of Qi Yan or Han Yue, any one of them is already a rare and powerful character, and there is another unfathomable Jiang Wuyi. Duo Ling was ecstatic in his heart, and made up his mind to follow closely. Now he sees Jiang Wuyi's mind Instead, a stone fell from her heart.
Only then did Xiaolong move his brain, and slowly came to his senses, horrified in his heart.
Duo Ling blinked at him, and said: "I think you are quite cute now, little friend, if you really want to cultivate the soul, I can agree, but there is a condition."
Xiaolong asked, "What's the condition?"
Duo Ling said: "To practice this method, one must become a teacher."
Xiaolong exclaimed: "Enter the teacher!"
Duo Ling nodded: "How about it, it's not bad to be my junior, think about it?"
Charles thought hard for a while, but still didn't agree immediately, and said, "I'd better ask Jiang Yan."
Xiaolong knew that he couldn't see through these twists and turns, his head was dizzy at the moment, and he subconsciously wanted to throw the question to Jiang Yan.
Duo Ling curled her lips, and before she became a senior sister, she was already a bit disdainful: "Why do you still have to ask him about your own affairs?"
Xiaolong took it for granted: "I can't think well, I can't turn my head, I am too lazy to think about it, anyway, Jiang Yan will think it up for me."
Duo Ling was dumbfounded, thinking of Jiang Wuyi's indifferent look, frowned lightly and said: "Then what if he harms you?"
Xiaolong Zaizai didn't speak, he thought that half of his soul was with me, what did he do to me.
After Duo Ling adjusted his breath for a while, and felt the pain in his body subsided, he patted his buttocks, stretched out his hand to pull the child up, summoned a gust of wind, and blew the bones out of the way, saying: "The space in front just seems like There are changes, go and see."
The two walked forward, and passing through the sea of corpses, they saw a small building from the darkness.
Duo Ling probed his spiritual consciousness away, but didn't notice the breath of living things, so he led the child forward. This small building is not big, with three floors, and there is not even a courtyard.
Xiaolong pushed open the door, and saw that the items in the house were exquisite and neatly arranged, and there was a bamboo tube hanging on the roof. After opening the door, the wind blows in and the bamboo tube swayed, which was a peaceful and beautiful scene.
But the two of them didn't forget where it was, and they didn't dare to relax. After looking for a long time, they didn't dare to move the bamboo tubes. They turned around and stopped in front of the shelves full of books on the first floor.
Xiaolong was puzzled: "What kind of place is this?"
Duo Ling silently took out the book, opened a page, and saw the word Zeyue written on it.
She took a breath for a moment, and said in surprise, "Ze Yue?"
Xiaolong looked over curiously, and Duo Ling immediately took out a few more books, only to see that the signatures on them were Zeyue, and then he was in a trance. He went back to the small building door to check, and saw that the plaque above was written There are two gold characters: Dianmo.
Charles is still confused: "It's... dark?"
Duo Ling looked at him in surprise: "Are you illiterate? It's clearly written in ink!"
Xiaolong said indifferently: "Whatever it is, what does it mean, why are you so surprised?"
Duo Ling immediately pulled him in excitedly, stopped in front of the bookshelf, flipped through the books, and explained: "It turns out that this is the famous Dianmo Building. You, a dragon clan, don't know it. It's a literary god." Ze Yue's residence before his ascension."
Xiaolong still didn't understand: "Even if it is, why are you so happy?"
Only then did Duo Ling raise his eyes, and there was a strange light in his eyes: "You don't know, Wen Shenze is more famous for gossip. A chase from heaven to earth."
"But this man looks like a scholar, but he is very ghostly. He didn't get slaughtered until he ascended smoothly."
Only then did Xiaolong understand, and sighed: "Then he is really lucky."
After Duo Ling finished speaking, he looked at this bookshelf more delicately: "But this Molou has disappeared for hundreds of years, so how could it appear here?"
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Xiaolong Zizai, however, thought of Nasuo's saying that the Zana Kingdom disappeared, and suddenly had a bold guess, and said loudly: "I know!"
Duo Ling looked at him, and she also had a guess, so she said, "We may have thought the same thing... Do you also think that this whole Haixuan Realm is not like a secret realm, but like a huge collection room?"
Xiaolong nodded immediately: "That's right, the Zana Congress disappeared because it was transferred to this secret realm, and the disappearance of Dianmo Building is the same. The time law in this secret realm is probably different from the outside, so that these things can be preserved intact. .”
After the two finished speaking, they both felt a little timid inexplicably.
Xiaolong thought of Jiang Yan saying that this place was created by the ancient god who sealed him, and silently wondered if that ancient god had some hobby of collecting
But before he could think about it, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a rather sensitive word.
The Eye of Bai Ze.
These words stood on a thin page, at the end of the second shelf, and could be clearly seen from his angle.
Thinking of Shen Sansi, Xiaolong immediately picked up the book and flipped through it carefully, only to find that the back of the book was completely blank, and the first few pages had a story written hastily.
Xiaolong looked carefully, only to realize that the above story was exactly what Shen Sansi had said, the story of the first Eye of Bai Ze.
The name of the first person with the Eye of Bai Ze is Tao Jinghuan.
Tao Jinghuan's father was a parent official, and his official position was not high, but he was a good official who was famous all over the city and loved the people like his own son. However, this upright official had a pair of children who were born blind, and their white jade was flawed.
Tao Jinghuan and his younger sister were born blind, so they were safe, but suddenly one day, a beggar fainted from hunger on the stone steps outside the government office.
Tao Jinghuan's mother couldn't bear it, so she gave the beggar a bowl of rice porridge, and the beggar filled his stomach. After hearing her children explain their blindness, she said that she could cure one of the children's eyes.
Tao Jinghuan's parents naturally didn't believe it, but the beggar laughed and told them to bring the child and give it a try.
And the beggar was really miraculous, healed his elder brother Tao Jinghuan's eyes. Tao Jinghuan's parents were very grateful, but the beggar repeatedly told him that the child must not show any difference, otherwise there would be a catastrophe.
At that time, the Tao family didn't know what this sentence meant, but Tao Jinghuan was able to see the light, so he felt ashamed of his sister and regarded her as the apple of his eye.
But soon, Tao Jinghuan understood the difference in these eyes. He could see ghosts, know the seven souls, know the destiny and the world affairs, and possessed the ability to predict beyond the gods. Although Tao Jinghuan was terrified, he knew how to measure , dare not say anything.
Until the night of Tao's mother's death, Tao Jinghuan foresaw that his father, sister and himself would be imprisoned and beheaded for public display. In order to save his father, he still took the risk and used the ability of his eyes. From then on, he became the honored guest of the prefect, a well-known fairy son.
Finally, the words slowly reached the emperor's ears.
When the emperor at that time heard that the feudal lord was wooing this strange man, he scoffed, and with a light word, the fate of the Tao family went round and round, back to the original point.
The demonic words confuse the crowd, copying and beheading the whole family.
After the two finished reading the story, Duo Ling sighed: "This Tao Jinghuan is also a poor man."
Holding the pages of the book, Xiaolong saw that a page was torn from the back, and the rest was blank paper. He felt strange, and said: "There seems to be more behind this, but it was torn again. Could it be that he made a mistake?"
Duo Ling didn't care, took out the book, flipped through it casually, and found a torn page: "I don't know, but he seems to like tearing books... Look, this one is even more extreme, even tore the middle one gone?"
The two were pondering over the pages of the book, one was struggling with what was written in the middle, and the other was scratching his head and wanting to know more conclusions and records about the Eye of Bai Ze, the atmosphere was stagnant.
But at this moment, the whole small building swayed slightly, and Xiaolong was sharp, and immediately dropped the book and dragged Duo Ling to run outside.
When they ran out, the shaking stopped. Xiaolong was wondering, but felt that the huge spiritual power in front of him came through the air, but it was not an attack, but tearing the space apart!
Immediately afterwards, the two saw a knife cutting the space open, and Jiang Wuyi walked out of the torn hole.
Everyone followed behind him, and they were surprised and happy to see the two: "I found it! I finally found it!"
Before Jiang Wuyi came over, Xiaolong Zizai immediately rushed over, but he cried out in pain, only to remember that his body was full of wounds.
Jiang Wuyi's pupils narrowed slightly, and he wanted to hold the child tightly, but he stopped at the edge of the touch, not daring to move, and saw the child's embarrassing injuries bit by bit, his eyes were red, and he said with difficulty: "I'm late. "
His voice was obscure, and the little dragon cub shook his head: "No, no, Duo Ling and I caught a necromancer, and you came just in time."
The child looked at Jiang Wuyi's cautious appearance and didn't dare to stretch out his hand. He felt warm in his heart and reached out to hold his hand. He didn't want to make him think too much, so he pulled him excitedly and pointed at Duo Ling: "Jiang Yan, you don't know, just now Duoling she..."
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However, when he turned his head, Duo Ling didn't have the look of a rogue who was not afraid of anything, he was already weeping silently surrounded by a group of people.
Seeing the child looking over, she said softly, "Thanks to this little brother who saved me, we were able to get out of danger. It's just that I was afraid at the time and dragged him down, so I felt really guilty."
The beauty was weeping and was covered in blood again. She looked pitiful, and everyone comforted her.
"It's okay, junior sister, you're already great, you've done a good job, don't cry anymore."
Another person said: "Senior sister must be scared, it's good that people are fine, but what about the people who hurt you?"
Duo Ling wiped away his tears and released the half-dead Necromancer: "He has been seriously injured by Charles. I am afraid that he will summon the skeleton and bones again, so I have to endure fear and seal his spiritual consciousness."
Han Yue looked at the knife wound on the necromancer's chest strangely, and asked, "This knife wound..."
Duo Ling sniffed, with shame on his face: "It's my knife, but I didn't dare to do it, so I had to ask Charles to do it for me."
There were still crystal tears on her eyelashes, and she turned to look at Charles after she finished speaking: "It's really thanks to having you here."
Xiaolong Zizai blinked, shrank into Jiang Wuyi's arms, and nodded hastily when he saw everyone looking over.
"Yes... yes, it's me..."