A Lang saw the inexplicable fear in Xue'er's eyes, and hurriedly put Doudou back into the spiritual pool inside his body.
"Xue'er, you don't have to be afraid. No matter how powerful this kid is, he is still my soul. He must listen to me. Even if I die together with him, I will not let him hurt you!" A Lang looked at him seriously. Xiang Xueer.
When Xueer heard Alang's words, an unprecedented warmth flowed through her heart. There were actually people in this world who were willing to give up their lives for themselves.
"Xue'er knows, Brother Lang..." Xue'er had tears in her eyes, lowered her head and said nothing.
A Lang was a little overwhelmed by the inexplicable atmosphere and wondered if he had said the wrong thing again. Just when A Lang was at a loss, a familiar squealing sound came. The little white pig in A Lang's hand twisted its body vigorously, as if it couldn't stand the squirming expressions of the two people in front of him.
"Stupid pig! What do you want to do?" Alang felt the movement of the little white pig and raised the little white pig in front of him, "Come on, stupid pig, aren't you going to vomit me? I'm not afraid of the venom of that big centipede! "As soon as the giant centipede was mentioned, Alang's eyes fell on the dragon dragon god who was blasted with two hammers by his possessed Yuanling.
"Huh? What is that?" After saying this, Alang jumped directly to the stairs where the Dragon God was, and saw a centipede the size of a palm trying to burrow underground.
Alang threw the little white pig directly in front of the centipede, "Stupid pig, go and bite it!" The little white pig shook his head helplessly, stared at the centipede on the ground, and then narrowed his big pig eyes. He screamed twice, as if he was making some sort of mockery.
The centipede on the ground made a small whine in protest. Without waiting for the centipede to react too much, the little white pig bit the centipede in its mouth, then jumped up and down in front of A Lang, and then spat out the centipede in its mouth with a loud sound.
A Lang leaned over and looked at the centipede for a while, "Huh? Xue'er, come and see, isn't this the Dragon-Touching God? Look, its dog head is still the same as before!" A Lang said while using his right index finger to touch the centipede. There was a violent bullet on the head, and the centipede was spun around by the bullet.
After hearing the call, Xue'er moved to A Lang's side and also leaned down to observe the centipede on the ground. "It is it, this should be its true body. It seems that there is indeed something wrong with this secret realm. It is not a secret realm for practitioners to explore at all. It seems like a trap set by these monsters, deliberately attracting human monks. It seems that there is a deeper trap. Wait for us."
"A trap set by a monster? No way!" A Lang was confused by Xue'er's guess.
"Brother Lang, think about it. Monsters in normal secret areas will be petrified directly after being killed, and rewards will be thrown out before being petrified. The white pig and centipede should be considered killed, but their bodies are still there. Any rewards They are not given to us, nor are they petrified. They look more like some kind of spiritual creatures, not like the situational monsters set in this secret realm, but more like they come from other cultivating races in the real world. Brother Lang, you Do you still remember what this white pig looked like before?"
"What it was like before? I can't remember it. When my little boy Yuan Ling takes possession of me, I will be very irritable and want to hit people. I feel very sleepy after beating people. Sometimes it is easy to forget what happened, just like just now Fighting this dragon-touching god, I felt like I was in a dream. Fortunately, I saw you, otherwise I would have fallen asleep directly."
"So that's what happened. Brother Lang, try not to use your Yuan Ling. From what you said, you and your Yuan Ling are not completely in tune with each other. This is a very dangerous thing. When your cultivation reaches the legendary high level, When you reach the level of God, you are very likely to be taken away by your own soul."
"High-level divine realm? Seize the body? Xue'er, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand you at all?" A Lang touched his head, extremely confused.
"Forget it, Brother Lang, let's wait until we get out. You have to enter a sect to learn the formal knowledge of cultivation."
"Okay, okay, let's talk after we go out. Wait, Xue'er, did you just say that if you beat these two idiots to death, you will be rewarded?" A Lang recalled Xue'er's words, especially the "reward" part two The words are still fresh in my memory.
"Yes, generally secret realms will give rewards after killing monsters."
"Oh, that's easy. Let's just kill these two idiots!" Alang said, squinting at the little white pig and the little dragon-headed centipede at his feet. The little white pig and the little dragon-headed centipede tensed up after seeing A Lang's sidelong gaze, feeling an ominous premonition.
"Don't kill them, and you and I don't necessarily kill them. My mother-in-law said that once other spirit-transformation-level races in the real world return to their original state, their own cultivation will drop directly to the spiritual-enlightenment level, but Within a few decades, the life-protecting talent will be stimulated to the extreme. Even human monks in the spirit transformation realm can't do anything about it. Only the cultivation of the god realm can break it. To put it simply, there is nothing they can do to us with their current cultivation. We can use them both. There is no other way. Of course, except for your Yuanling, he is too weird. I don’t recommend using your Yuanling to deal with them, because we might have to rely on their help to leave here."
"Okay, for your sake, let's not kill them yet." Alang said as he leaned over and took out another rope from the storage bag, and tied it around the neck of the dragon-headed centipede. "Stupid pig, stupid insect, lead the way for the Langxian. If you behave well, you can be a guard for the Langxian! Haha.~Drive~" Alang gave the order while tightening the ropes tied around the necks of the little white pig and the dragon-headed centipede. rope. The little white pig and the little centipede looked at each other, as if to comfort each other, they had to bow their heads under the eaves. Then the two kings who once had a glorious image and supreme cultivation lowered their heads and walked step by step deeper into the staircase corridor with the ropes around their necks.
Xueer looked at Alang's behavior in front of her and shook her head slightly, smiled and followed her.
