Lingchan clenched her sword with an expressionless expression.
Facing the shrill cries, she remained unmoved, with a cold face, and waved away the fluttering white shadow.
"Huh?"
Bai Ying rolled up in the air in shock.
"Why did you..." He stopped crying and his white body swayed: "Why didn't I transform?"
Ling Chan remained silent.
Baiwu turned up and down twice, "I have the ability."
He can become a person's most special and most beloved existence.
Parents, lovers... they are all ordinary.
But it didn't change at all in front of Lingchan.
"Isn't it supposed to be," it said, "that there is no one special to you in this world?"
Lingchan: "Are you sure you want to tell me this now?"
Why do you have to chat with her every time you meet someone today? If everyone adopts a gentle policy...can they not be defeated?
Bai Ying snorted, and a dense red light suddenly appeared in the darkness, faint and sparkling, like a will-o'-the-wisp.
Ling Chan took a closer look and found that there were a large number of monsters huddled together, staring at her with eager eyes, but they did not move due to the white mist.
"I'm not good at fighting, so what? You, a little monk, can't beat any of my children."
Indeed, these monsters were the derivatives of sacrifices. They had devoured each other's high-end combat power. They were so numerous that they were so densely packed that they could not be counted. But Lingchan was alone and covered in wounds.
Can't beat
You can't do it forcefully.
Lingchan calmly led Bai Wu to speak and reveal more details: "Is this all you want to tell me?"
Bai Ying was really curious: "Don't you have parents, brothers, sisters, or loved ones? Why don't you have anyone in your heart..."
He has always been a clean white mist, with no change at all, which shows that Lingchan's heart is pure.
"However, I did meet two people today, and they both made me look like you, right?"
Behind Bai Wu, the clay demon statue opened its mouth. Fuyaoguang and Xue Xingchi were lying inside, unconscious.
Bai Wu's voice was brisk, "They like you very much and couldn't bear to do anything to you, so they fell into my hands?"
"Do you really not like any of them?"
Bai Wu asked.
It's really curious.
It is a mountain spirit born and raised in the cold mountains. Hu Zhengchang held evil sacrifices here. It was polluted with filth and became an evil spirit. It loves to dig out the evil thoughts in other people's hearts and play with people's emotions.
This magical power of transformation also comes from this.
Ling Chan was as cold as a stone, Bai Wu was not in a hurry, he introduced Ling Chan with a smile.
First, he pointed at Xue Xingchi: "This is a bit too much. You can clearly see that I am not you, but you still played tricks on me. It's really disgusting. I was so angry that I took away half of his blood. Now he is hanging on with only a breath of bad breath. Bar?"
Then he pointed at Fuyaoguang: "This is even more outrageous. You obviously like you, but your first reaction when you see me is to give me a sword! It hurts so much! Fortunately, this is my base camp. Hum, you haven't become my defeated enemy now. !”
White mist floated up, "You don't like either of these two people."
Lingchan's eyes calmly swept over the two sleeping faces. They were equally pale and handsome, and equally weak. She couldn't help but sigh, "What kind of pig teammates are these..."
None of them are reliable!
"What a cruel woman." Bai Wu became even more excited when he saw Ling Chan's expression, and his voice was sharp and high, "I like you like this!"
There is no flaw in her body, but it just makes her show a different expression!
"I like you so much!" it repeated again, "I will give you a chance to choose, between these two people, you choose one, and I will let him go!"
Ling Chan felt a little weird, she didn't believe Bai Wu would let him go.
"Who do you want to choose?" the sharp figure urged again.
"Who am I going to save?" Lingchan sneered, "I won't save anyone!"
These two people are thick-skinned and thick-skinned, neither of them is tougher than Ling Chan! Does she need to be rescued?
"Ha." Baiwu laughed. It shook its insubstantial body. The stone sculpture of gods and demons behind it closed its mouth and swallowed the two hostages. Amidst the rumbling sound of rocks, it heard Ling Chan's emotion. the sound of.
"Kill you and everyone will be rescued."
Ling Chan squinted and raised her eyes, her gaze like cold stars.
"Come on! I'm waiting for you!" Bai Wu laughed and disappeared.
The surrounding monsters opened their mouths in excitement and surrounded Lingchan.
…
The fuyao light is falling.
He closed his eyes tightly, and his body hit many obstacles one after another.
He was unscathed, but the obstacle was reduced to powder by the leaked sword energy.
"Are you so angry?" Bai Wu didn't dare to approach him. It floated in the distance, tempting with its voice, "She just didn't save you, but you want to kill her!"
A soft rustling sound.
The extremely sharp sword intent cut off half of Bai Wu's body.
Baiwu screamed in pain.
It is an evil spirit with profound skills. This ordinary monk cannot hurt it, so it can play so arrogantly.
But this evil sword cultivator makes it hurt like hell as soon as he touches it!
Baiwu will never let him go!
Attack people and torture their hearts!
