She ran so fast that the clan leader could only smile at Meng Li with a hint of apology, and then chased after her.
"Master, ask her..." Wanxing wanted to ask if he should pursue her.
Meng Li shook his head: "Let her go."
"I'll leave right away. Maybe she'll feel better like this." Meng Li said.
"Let's go." Meng Li walked to Po Luo and walked a few steps. She reluctantly looked back and glanced at You Yun, Wan Xing, Wu Xiang, and Zhuang Ran. She said, "Wait for me, I'll be back. .”
"Okay." Wanxing burst into tears, and You Yun was also extremely sad.
Meng Li turned his head and stopped looking at them. He followed Po Luo and the others and walked far away. When he looked back, he couldn't see home.
Shi Fan Ling was always by his side.
Meng Li suddenly said: "I actually forgot to leave my three spirit trees."
It should be left with Wanxing and the others. Meng Li was considering whether to send it back. Shi Fanling said: "It's gone now, so don't think about sending it back to make them sad again."
"Come back and give it to them next time." Shi Fanling said.
Meng Li thought about it and said, "Okay."
"If I can't come back next time, you can give it to them for me."
Shi Fanling shook his head: "If you can't come back, I won't be able to come here specifically for this matter. What do you think I am, running errands?"
"If you want to send it back, just send it back yourself."
Now that Shi Fan Ling also had some resentment towards him, Meng Li knew better than to make him angry and just nodded: "Okay."
"Where should we go next?" Meng Li looked at this direction, which seemed to be the direction to the Lingman tribe.
In the past, it was convenient and fast to use the power of space to travel to and from the Lingman clan. This time, I followed Po Luo and the others, and it felt like a long walk.
"You must first accept the power of hundreds of tribes. The closest one is the Lingman tribe." Po Luo stopped and said with a cold face.
Meng Li was silent for a few seconds, and asked with some confusion: "The leader of the Lingman clan was over there just now."
"You didn't come with us just now." Po Luo said.
Meng Li: "?"
Shi Fanling sneered: "Perhaps it's a sense of ceremony. Once you leave with them, everything will begin."
"You just can't be so hasty. If you want to go to the family's land, you should accept it seriously, right?" Meng Li felt a little funny again, and inexplicably felt that the wizards were a bit old-fashioned.
So is this why they always walk slowly when they are not in a hurry
Po Luo said: "We must show our sincerity."
Meng Li pursed his lips, is this the so-called sincerity leads to spirituality
As a race that can spy on the secrets of heaven and receive instructions from the vast will, Meng Li felt that maybe the vast will can really feel the sincerity of their divine witch clan.
It doesn't matter, just do whatever they say.
And their slow walking is not like the human race who measure the land with their feet, but shrink the land into inches. It is different from building a passage to go directly. There is a walking action, which is more time-consuming and laborious than building a passage to go directly.
If we really walked one step at a time, we would have to travel for any number of years and months. The space here would be relatively vast.
But he couldn't build a passage directly. In Meng Li's heart, he just walked away slowly.
When they arrived at the Lingman clan, the clan leader had already returned to the clan. Wenqing's true body existed, and Meng Li came. There was no response from Wenqing's true body, as if he didn't know Meng Li was coming.
The patriarch also returned to his true body. Seeing Meng Li and the wizards together, the patriarch said kindly: "I probably guessed that you would come here first."
Po Luo said: "As the leader of the Lingman clan, you should give Meng Li power and identify with her."
The patriarch nodded without hesitation: "I'm ready."
Meng Li looked at Wenqing's body infatuatedly. This little girl did not want to see her, but she ran away without taking Wuxiang away.
I don’t know if Wuxiang can find him. Maybe he will go and pick it up after his anger subsides.
"Please dedicate your clan's purest power." Po Luo said to the clan leader.
Patriarch: "No problem."
"Please prepare to accept the power of all races." After Po Luo said this to Meng Li, the other witches surrounded Meng Li. Po Luo took out a bottle of dark brown liquid and drew pictures on the ground. A strange totem came out, and she said to Meng Li: "You are on top of the totem, don't move."
This posture reminded Meng Li of what happened to Shi Zhi last time. At that time, she felt particularly uncomfortable when she was around her, and Shi Zhi, who was surrounded inside, let out bursts of screams. Thinking of that, Meng Li felt uncontrollably in his heart. A hint of fear.
"Don't be afraid, it doesn't hurt like that time." Po Luo comforted.
However, Meng Li was not comforted. Po Luo said that it didn't hurt that time, but it would still hurt.
It's just that I have decided to take this path. It doesn't matter whether it hurts or not. Meng Li stood on the totem and Po Luo said: "Sit cross-legged, get rid of distracting thoughts, and have no distractions."
Meng Li obeyed and did as she was told. The surrounding witches held hands and chanted incomprehensible incantations. The totem under her body also began to heat up. A force sprang out from the ground and rushed into her soul. , making her soul extremely hot, she felt as if she was sitting on a fire, and the spells uttered by the witches seemed to be full of power, and each word seemed to turn into an entity and hit her consciousness from the top of her head. The pain was so painful that her whole body was about to explode.
Meng Li was in unbearable pain, and she only asked these witches to stop chanting a few incantations. These incantations made her particularly painful. Just as she was praying like this, she found that the power bursting out from the totem under her body was getting stronger, more blunt and violent. into her soul.
She was in pain, and she wanted to shout out in pain, but she thought of asking for mercy, and she held it back.
She could yell and vent her pain anywhere without any scruples, but she could never do it here.
Wenqing couldn't let Wenqing know that she was in such pain, and she endured it without shouting or talking. Wenqing probably wouldn't know that just accepting the so-called power of hundreds of tribes was so painful, let alone forging swords later.
Meng Li struggled to the death and endured with all his strength. After about a quarter of an hour, the power coming from the totems on the ground gradually decreased, and the sound of the spell also gradually decreased, and Meng Li felt much better.
The sound of the spell became smaller and smaller until it was gone, and the totems on the ground gradually became less hot. The wizards dispersed, leaving Meng Li alone sitting cross-legged without any strength, swaying as if the next second About to fall.
Meng Li just wanted to lie down. She was too tired and had no strength to stand up. She did not make a sound of pain during the whole process, which earned her praise from Po Luo. She said, "She is still somewhat patient."
Shifanling glanced at her, and Po Luo said to Meng Li: "The Lingman clan has given you the pure power of their clan. You need to thank them with sincerity. The more sincere you are, the vast will will bless you." .”