At this moment, these eyes are very humane and full of pity.
The green vines glowed with green light, binding the cow's body tightly, which was neither a demon nor a stone. It fell sideways to the ground. Every time it struggled, the green light of the vines on its body lit up, and then became even tighter.
The straight beast mooed.
"Moo! Moo!"
The cry was also filled with the emotion of begging for mercy. A pair of fist-sized eyes stared straight at Lingchu, not daring to struggle any more.
Lingchu was not surprised that the bull beast in front of him would beg for mercy. The other party was obviously an intelligent creature. As long as he was intelligent, he could communicate.
Even though the bull beast did not show the ability or willingness to resist, Lingchu still cautiously did not get close. Instead, through the tough vine in his hand, he slightly felt the bull beast's body structure and spiritual energy veins.
Then there was a hint of surprise on his face, "Are you Jin Ling?"
Jinling, as the name suggests, means the transformation of metal spirit-like objects into spirits.
The five elements of heaven, materials and earth treasures all have a chance. There is a chance that spiritual intelligence can be born and transformed with the help of one's own body. Such examples are rare, but it is not impossible.
Whenever such a creation occurs, the forms it takes are also all kinds of strange, but they can all be collectively called the spirits of the five elements.
The bull beast, or in other words, the golden spirit born from the gold-absorbing stone, mooed twice, seeming to answer Lingchu's question.
The five-element creatures are the creation of heaven and earth. This was not the first time that Lingchu had seen them. However, the size of this mountain bag and its rough appearance really left Lingchu speechless.
There are not many opportunities for the spirit of the Five Elements to transform into a human form. Once when a living being transforms into a human form, and finally when he reaches Nascent Soul, he can transform into a human form again. It can be said to be very precious.
The transformation of this golden spirit...
Ling Chuning choked for a moment, and was silent for a moment under Jin Ling's aggrieved and confused eyes. Finally, she changed the subject, "It's not difficult to let me let you go. Just let me leave here."
The golden spirit that turned into a cow suddenly nodded its huge head.
"I'm talking about the road to the lotus pond on the top of the mountain, not leaving Yangshan Mountain." Lingchu thought for a moment and added another sentence, narrowing his eyes slightly as he spoke, with a strong sense of threat.
Jin Ling nodded his big head for a moment, blinked his eyes, then nodded sharply again, looked up to the sky, raised his head and let out a long shout, "Moo!"
Following this shout, Lingchu once again felt the weightless feeling of falling. His pupils shrank, and he subconsciously pulled the tough vine in his hand, but it was empty and only a piece of air was pulled back.
Frowning slightly, Lingchu lowered his head and looked at the tough vine in his hand. With a thought, the tough vine began to shrink continuously, and finally wrapped around the silver bracelet on Lingchu's wrist, making the silver bracelet reveal a hint of simplicity. Playful.
The tough vine is now maintained entirely by Lingchu's spiritual power. As its size has shrunk, the corresponding spiritual power consumption has also been smaller.
This tough vine is quite useful, so Lingchu plans to keep it for now.
Withdrawing the tough vine, Lingchu used his spiritual power to put a layer of spiritual power shield around his body. Logically speaking, the golden level just passed was very disadvantageous to the monks, because most monks relied on magic weapons to fight. , and as long as it is a magic weapon, it will inevitably contain metal spiritual materials, and it will inevitably be restrained in front of the golden spirit that uses the gold-absorbing stone as its body.
As for spells, because of the characteristics of the golden spirit, it is extremely defensive, and it is difficult for ordinary spells to break through that shell.
Lingchu's words were purely based on his opportunity to strike first and the power of body training to forcefully break an opening and gain the upper hand.
If other monks encounter him, they may not be able to pass it so easily. If they are not good at magic fighting, they will be quite embarrassed.
At the same time, this situation also shows that the road to the top of the mountain may not be so smooth. The golden spirit just now is just an appetizer.
So Lingchu concentrated all his attention, vigilantly paying attention to the white mist that enveloped the surroundings again, and the feeling that he seemed to be falling continuously.
It seemed like a long time passed, and it seemed like it was just a moment. Lingchu's feet touched the ground. The white mist around him slowly dissipated, and the small intestine path appeared in front of him again.
Pursing his lips, Lingchu's spiritual power surged all over his body, ready to fight at any time, and then he took one step forward.
Nothing happened.
Frowning slightly, Lingchu continued walking along the narrow path. The white mist in front of his eyes gradually dissipated with Lingchu's steps, and little green spots began to appear around him.
After Lingchu had left for half a cup of tea, a gust of breeze suddenly blew by. The white mist in front of him quietly dissipated, revealing a vermilion cornice. The bronze bell hanging from the cornice swayed gently. The moment Lingchu appeared, , making a crisp sound.
This is an octagonal pavilion, surrounded by half-height railings and covered with green plants. There is a row of stairs outside the pavilion that is submerged in the white mist.
The moment the bronze bell rang, several people meditating in the pavilion looked sharply at Lingchu.
There were four people in the pavilion. When they saw Lingchu, one of them's eyes lit up, "Junior sister Yu?"
Dressed in red, she is petite and exquisite. She speaks with a clear voice and a hearty tone.
"Senior Sister Hongying!"
Lingchu naturally recognized this person's identity. Speaking of it, the two knew each other when they were building the foundation. Although their friendship was not deep, they were still acquaintances.
And the monk has a good memory, so he can naturally recognize the other person at a glance.
There was a faint smile on Lingchu's face. Senior Sister Hongying had a bold and straightforward personality, and had a good reputation among the sect. They were the only two female nuns in the pavilion. They were still old friends, so they naturally became close to each other. few.
Lingchu was embarrassed to ask a few questions about people he didn't know, but with Senior Sister Hongying, who had some friendship but not deep enough, Lingchu was embarrassed to talk shamelessly.
After all, this is a competitive situation.
Unexpectedly, Master Hongying was the first to speak, "This should be the resting place prepared by the sect for us. The next step should be to go up from this staircase. However, after the white mist, will we reach the top of the mountain? We don’t know either.”
Having said this, Master Hongying also nodded at the three silent people around him, and his fingers brushed over one of the young men, "There are four of us, Junior Sister Yu, you and Senior Brother Zhao just came up from below, and I and the other two A fellow disciple came down from the stairs."
The young man, Senior Brother Zhao, nodded lightly towards Lingchu. Lingchu responded with a polite smile, and then looked at Senior Sister Hongying.
"Come down?"
"Exactly, going up the stairs is the next level. If you pass it, you will naturally not be here. If you fail, you will not be sent directly out of the Ten Thousand Miles of Mountains and Rivers Map, but will be sent back here, which is the so-called Come down."
