Under the control of the three great saints, the seals blended with each other and turned into hundreds of strange dark golden chains, tightly binding the infant soul's torso.
"The Soul-Binding Divine Seal, done!"
As the three great saints gave a soft drink, the dark golden chain was like a gentle caress, rubbing the scales of the infant soul, making waves of faint sounds.
The nine heads of Yinghun were startled at first, and then closed their eyes one by one, showing expressions of enjoyment.
"City Lord, it takes a lot of effort to maintain this seal. Please forgive us for not being able to help us any longer. However, this evil beast's defense has also dropped to its lowest point, so please kill it quickly!"
I saw that the eight sub-heads of the infant soul drooped their heads one after another and fell into trouble.
However, following the words of the Night Ghost King, the main head of the infant soul opened its confused eyes.
Apparently, the Night Ghost King distractedly reminded Feng Ling, which slightly compromised the enchanting effect of the combined seal, which led to the main head showing signs of waking up.
"Woo! Woooo!!"
Amidst a long series of harsh buzzing sounds piercing the air, a divine spear containing endless power of thunder and fire suddenly transformed into a ferocious purple-black thunder dragon.
Immediately, Feng Ling controlled the thunder dragon and rained down thunder and fire from the sky, blasting wildly at Yinghun's huge body.
"Bang! Bang, bang..."
Under the indiscriminate bombardment, the infant soul trembled all over, its scales flying and riddled with holes.
Especially, when the eight sub-heads were struck by thunder and fire and exploded one after another, the huge pain caused it to suddenly wake up from its fragrant dream.
"Stop! Feng Ling, you can't kill me!"
After waking up, the infant soul felt the body that was on the verge of disintegration, the main head that was being violently bombarded, and the aura of death emitted by Feng Ling itself that made it feel extremely frightened, but it still came unabated. !
Suddenly, Yinghun could no longer hold on and roared hysterically: "If I die, the Nine Infant Resurrection Grass will also dissipate!"
Boom!
As if there was a loud thunder on the ground, Feng Ling was shocked and hurriedly controlled the thunder dragon with all his strength to contain the attack. But even so, there are still a lot of thunder and fire that hit the infant soul with clang.
"City Lord, this evil beast is cunning, don't be fooled by its one-sided words!"
"Yes, kill it quickly. In this way, this battle that has lasted for thousands of years will be over!"
Seeing that Feng Ling was caught off guard at the critical moment of killing the infant soul, the three great saints became a little anxious.
They are currently trying their best to restrain and seal the infant soul's body and magical powers, preventing its regenerative power from repairing its injuries, so they are unable to take action.
If the soul-binding seal is broken by force, the eight heads exploded by the infant soul will be restored to their original state in an instant, and it will be almost impossible to perfectly control the infant soul in this way.
"Huh..." Ignoring the admonitions of Night Ghost King and others, Feng Ling took a deep breath and used her skills to suppress the boiling energy and blood in her body, as well as the feeling of irritability.
Immediately, Feng Ling stared at Yinghun with cold eyes and said, "I hope you can give a reasonable explanation. Otherwise, how can I know that what you said is true?"
"Hmph! Didn't they tell you that the Nine Infants Resurrection Grass and I are born together? If you want to get the Resurrection Grass, unless I am willing to give it away, or go into the universe to pick it, otherwise, even if you kill me, you can't even think about it. get!"
Hearing this, Feng Ling secretly turned his attention to the three Night Ghost Kings, but saw that the three of them looked at each other in silence and seemed to be thinking about something.
Not to mention whether the three great saints already knew the truth or falsehood of this situation. Even if they knew the truth or falsehood, I am afraid they would not change their approach at the moment.
Feng Ling knew that in the eyes of the three great saints, killing the infant souls was probably their top priority, and they did not care much about whether the Nine Infant Resurrection Grass would dissipate accordingly.
But Feng Ling has no choice but to care!
With this, Feng Ling already had some thoughts in mind - his intuition told him that although Yinghun's words could not be completely believed, most of the situations were true.
"Chancan, this is the truth. If you still don't believe it, you can try touching me!"
After confirming that Feng Ling would not take action again, the infant soul with only one head left, as if a villain had succeeded, proudly challenged me again: "I just like to see you humans look like you can't stand me and can't kill me! Jie Jie Jie, since you don’t dare to kill me, then don’t waste time! For the Nine Infant Resurrection Grass, you’d better be swallowed by me. Life or death depends entirely on fate. Don’t expect me to make a big fortune. Offer compassionately!”
This is a knot!
The knot of putting yourself to death and living later!
"╯^╰"
"The Night Ghost King, the Sky Demon Girl, and Beichen obey your orders! Continue to maintain the seal until I return with the Resurrection Grass!"
This was the first time that Fengling solemnly gave an order to the three great saints by calling them by their names.
Hearing this, the three great saints knew that it was impossible to prevent Feng Ling from entering the world inside the belly, so they all said sadly in unison: "We are waiting for the triumphant return of the city lord!"
In the eyes of the three Night Ghost Kings, Feng Ling has a slim chance of winning and a narrow escape from death. They cannot disobey orders and have already made up their mind to fall into a sealed sleep with the baby soul again!
No wonder Feng Ling was so ruthless, because they were allowed to make their own decisions and not report what they knew, which made Feng Ling feel dissatisfied. Therefore, punishment must be imposed.
However, Feng Ling also knew that the actions of these people were based on the overall situation and their safety, and they did not want him to put himself in danger.
Otherwise, if there is even the slightest hint of deviance in the behavior of Night Ghost King and others, there will be no need for Feng Ling to take action, and the punishment from heaven for violating the oath will have already arrived!
"Since we have to go, let me go with you so that we can take care of each other!"
"Don't worry, I have my own sense of discretion. Besides, I'm not willing to let you take risks. You just stay here to avoid distracting me. Of course, if you are really angry, you can give it a good beating for me!"
Feng Ling categorically dismissed Leng Ningshuang's idea with a non-negotiable tone, but the last sentence made the latter's beautiful eyes sparkle.
Bang bang! Bang! !
As he said that, Feng Ling suddenly lowered his body, used his hands and feet together, and set an example, beating the smug infant soul until he howled like a ghost.
However, anger is anger, and reason still exists. Before obtaining the Nine Infant Resurrection Grass, Feng Ling did not dare to take the risk of killing the infant soul...
"Ho! Ho ho!"
While the infant soul roared in pain, Feng Ling hissed and turned into a stream of light that entered its mouth.
However, with the arrival of the white clothes, the pain of the infant soul did not end there. On the contrary, it became even more painful under the baptism of ice thorns.
However, what makes Yinghun even more desperate is that this is just the beginning, the sourness is still to come...
"Ho tui, so that's what happened! Then Brother Feng must vent his anger!"
After a while, several figures came over after hearing the news and took out big hammers and small whips one after another.
Because the body is restrained, the infant soul is pitiful and helpless, just like a lamb tied to the chopping board to be slaughtered, being hung and beaten by a group of people!
