After I was reborn, I became the most ruthless cub in the whole continent

Chapter 172 Turning Point
The sky sea area is composed of a vast sea area, and there are only small pieces of land near the domain wall.

Song Jingmo listened to his parents describe the beautiful scenery of the Tianhai area.

The sea and the sky are the same color, seabirds will hunt their prey from under the sea surface, and the sea breeze will bring moist water vapor to the body.

The bright sunlight shines directly on the unobstructed world, with a slightly scalding temperature...

Now, thick clouds cover the sky and the sun, and the dark blue sea is filled with darkness. There are undead coming out of the sea, their bodies are soaked in water vapor, and the decaying aura of the undead is so strong that it is hard to breathe.

The original spiritual energy is also polluted, and the consumed spiritual power cannot be recovered, and the spiritual power can only be recovered through spiritual stones and elixir.

All attack methods are greatly reduced to the undead in the upper sea.

Song Jingmo threw out a blazing sun talisman casually, and the blazing sun talisman burned in the mist formed by the strong breath of the dead mixed with water vapor, slightly dispelling the surrounding fog, but the effect was not enough.

The effect of the clearing spirit array is also much smaller. Fortunately, there are enough array disks, which can barely create a line of defense, so that the exhausted spirits who are guarding the front line of cleaning up the undead in the Tianhai area will be exhausted. Xiu has breathing room.

The formations that worked together only temporarily cleaned up the middle and low-level undead, and the figure of the higher-level undead that gradually appeared was shocking.

"Humans" who can walk naturally in the black mist.

Sang Zhixia and the others naturally protected the exhausted Lingxiu behind them, and took spirit stones for them to restore their spiritual power.

Everyone's complexion is not very good.

"That is a high-level undead, which can confuse the mind. The high-level undead that appeared last time caused us to lose nearly half of our companions." Lingxiu, who had a deep claw mark on his chest and abdomen, gritted his teeth and said bitterly.

How not to hate?His younger brother was taken away by the dead spirit just to save him, and not even the bones were left behind.

The chewing sound from the black mist became a nightmare for those of them who survived.

There are many ways for undead to devour living beings, and there is no need to chew carefully at all. If high-level undead want to devour living beings, they can swallow everyone present in one bite.

Song Jingmo's expression turned cold, and he took out a handful of round black beads that were only the size of a thumb from the Beast Beads. After careful inspection, he could see that the black color was actually made of overly rich purple.

"Back off!"

The disciples of the Qingling Sect cooperated tacitly, and all retreated more than a hundred meters, and dragged the other Lingxiu who were not aware of the situation.

"Little Junior Sister took the Sky Thunder Orb?" Zhou Zhiqi became more and more sensitive to the aura of Jie Lei since he was struck by the Thunder Tribulation.

Some time ago, the spiritual cultivation frequently crossed the catastrophe, and the little junior sister often disappeared during that time. If she was not seen several times at the scene of the thunder catastrophe, they would have been kept in the dark.

"It should be done." At that time, Song Jingmo said that he wanted to use the power of the thunder disaster to do an experiment, and repeatedly ensured that he could protect himself well during the thunder disaster, so other people let Song Jingmo do it.

Who would have nothing to do to drill into Lei Jie's underground?
There is only one Song Jingmo left.

Canglanlong doesn't like thunder calamity too much, but the intensity of thunder calamity in Xiuling Continent can't help Song Jingmo.

Song Jingmo's luck is strong, and he has a special blessing of luck. Even if the way of heaven wants to target Song Jingmo, he can't target him. What's more, there is Shen Qingyan who is naturally protective but doesn't show it very much.

It is the ordinary spiritual practice to cross the tribulation, and the way of heaven has given a little water.

Right now is the critical moment to establish a good relationship with the human race and seek a way of life together. Tiandao will not do unnecessary things to affect the progress of relationship development.

No one knew how many Sky Thunder Orbs Song Jingmo had in his hand, and no one knew how powerful the Sky Thunder Orbs were.

Even Song Jingmo himself has never really used it on a large scale.

Using the lightning to kill the spirits is what she had in mind when she recalled the scene of her crossing the catastrophe.

Tianlei contains strong thunder and lightning spiritual power, and has its own evil-destroying attribute. Song Jingmo used up hundreds of pill furnaces, and finally found a simple pill furnace from Wanshouzhu. He took the Sky Thunder Orb in his hand.

It is also possible to take it as a pill.

Only now, the Sky Thunder Orb is destined to become the nemesis of the undead.

With a wave of both hands, as in the Bodhi Domain, the Sky Thunder Bead shot out, bursting above the sea area, and tiny lightning bolts spread around, completely cleaning up the black mist and undead within its reach.

Each sky thunder bead cleared out a nearly hollow area in the pile of dead spirits. Lingxiu, who had also survived the thunder disaster, looked at the flickering lightning, and felt that the thunder disaster was so kind for the first time.

"Damn it." A cold human voice came from the darkened mist.

Song Jingmo didn't even think about it, and threw a handful of Sky Thunder Orbs with precision in his backhand. After the crackling sound, the scene of that area became clear to the naked eye.

The humanoid undead, who seemed to be missing arms and legs, stood there in a state of embarrassment. There were several mutilated corpses and broken clothes beside the humanoid undead.

Those spiritual cultivators whose injuries hadn't healed turned red-eyed, and wanted to rush forward to fight the humanoid undead to the death.

Chi Zhishu blocked two with one hand, and five by himself.

Someone still rushed out, and even Song Jingmo didn't react for a while.

"Stop!" Zhizhibai yelled.

"Ah!!!!" Lingxiu, who was about to run in front of the humanoid necromancer, froze, and roared loudly after realizing that he couldn't move, wanting to yell out all his anger and unwillingness.

"Let go of me! Let me kill it! Kill it—" Tears had already flowed all over his face, the pain and exhaustion on his body were ignored, only the anger and despair in his heart were eager to vent.

Other Lingxiu who were stopped also began to struggle.

Song Jingmo saw the human-shaped undead looking straight at him, raised the corners of his lips, and showed a provocative and mocking smile.

This is the first undead they found that can speak human words.

The spiritual alliance urgently needs to know the specific information of the undead, and a undead that can communicate normally will be a great breakthrough.

The premise is that the undead is willing to cooperate.

Song Jingmo needs to make a choice at this time.

Whether to directly kill this humanoid necromancer, or capture it alive and bring it back to the wasteland for research.

"Human, you can't kill me." The humanoid necromancer took a step forward, and after two more steps, its nails would be able to cut through the neck of the nearest spirit cultivator.

"You won't kill me."

Because it devoured a lot of human spirits, this human necromancer has a sufficient understanding of human nature.

At the beginning, the spiritual cultivation of Tianhaiyu was also able to kill it. It also thought of the value of the humanoid necromancer that can communicate. He hesitated when attacking, allowing the necromancer to find an opportunity and reverse the original situation. .

The first thing that the undead devours is the soul of the living being. During this process, the undead will obtain all the memory of the other party.

Including some thoughts before dying.

The human-shaped necromancer looked at Song Jingmo, with covetousness for powerful creatures and vicious provocation in his eyes.

The two sides fell into a brief stalemate.

The humanoid necromancer was about to move forward again, seeing the enemy right in front of him, but Lingxiu, who couldn't move himself, murmured with despair in his eyes: "Kill it...kill it..."

They have paid a terrible enough price...

The dead and the living are natural enemies.

A special version of the sky thunder ball flashing with thunder light slammed into the humanoid undead at high speed, and at the same time several extremely flexible vines stretched out, bringing back the Lingxiu who ran out, and also tied up the other Lingxiu who could not restrain their anger. Be restrained.

These spiritual practitioners are still unable to decide whether to kill the spirit or use the undead. They have suffered for too long in pain, and would rather let themselves be manipulated by anger, even if they die in the hands of the undead.

They were full of anger, but in fact they had lost the slightest fighting spirit.

There is a will to die in the heart, but it is not a will to die with the enemy.

The thunder that exploded completely killed the humanoid undead and dispelled a large swath of black mist.

The mutilated body was also reduced to ashes under the thunder.

The rescued Lingxiu stared blankly in that direction, unable to say anything, only weeping silently.

Injured in the waist and abdomen, Lingxiu, who also rushed forward, staggered over step by step. The remaining thunder aura made the undead dare not approach. He walked to the place where the humanoid undead had been, and picked up a handful of fine sand , the whole person knelt on the ground, his body bowed tightly, and his chest vibrated violently——

"Wooah——" Under extreme depression, he finally cried out.

Song Jingmo moved his eyes away.

Such a picture is too emotionally contagious, and she can't watch it.

The humanoid undead who were exterminated did not know how many spirits were devoured. Those spirits and the surviving spirits may be from the same sect, relatives, or Taoist companions.

They were all partners who fought side by side.

They live, they die.

Zhou Zhiqi changed the position of the clearing spirit array to clean up the more peripheral undead.

Lou Zhiyin recited the scriptures silently, watching the rest of the spirits gather slowly, and built a small tomb in the sand with his bare hands.

There are no tombstones, no joss sticks, and no tributes. The spiritual practitioners bowed their heads together to bid farewell to the heroic spirits.

None of the members of the Qingling Sect who knew that those who died did not have souls left in spiritual practice, only silently accelerated the speed of cleaning up the dead spirits.

When he was approached, Song Jingmo briefly thought about the possibility that the other party would blame him for having the Sky Thunder Orb but didn't take it out sooner, but he heard the other party's tears but forced himself to thank him calmly.

"We all do the same thing, those who are alive, and those who are gone."

"Since as a companion who once fought side by side, I must take their part and live well, so that the day when the light will return to the world will come sooner." Song Jingmo is not good at comforting people, so he reluctantly said a few words and stuck shelled.

But these words are enough.

No one questioned why they didn't come sooner.

No one blamed them why they didn't take out the Sky Thunder Orb earlier.

Even Song Jingmo himself couldn't help asking himself this.

But these spiritual practitioners in Tianhaiyu didn't ask.

After recovering a little spiritual power, they strengthened the small tomb, and then resolutely walked towards the coastline where the dead spirits kept coming.

Song Jingmo lowered his eyes.

She thought she knew what it meant to be human.

Born at the end, the light of fireflies.

Gathering is a fire, scattering is a sky full of stars.

……

At this moment, she felt that another sentence was more correct.

The years you think are quiet and good, but someone is carrying the burden for you.

When the sky falls, the tall one will support it, and when the tall one falls, the taller one will continue.

What has been passed down from generation to generation and is endless is the courage to face the desperate situation and the determination to never break through.

As long as there is hope, as long as there is faith, you can grit your teeth and persevere.

Song Jingmo sat cross-legged in mid-air, spiritual power lingering around his body.

She quietly looked at the Canglan fruit in her hand.

Unexpectedly, she told her that the Canglan Fruit contained huge energy that could allow Canglanlong to complete a transformation.

Now, she wants to take a gamble.

The fate of all races should not be lost, and Tiandao also wants this chance of survival.

She still doesn't think she's the savior.

But if the hope of the world's rebirth should be on her, she won't back down in the slightest!
The black-haired Lingxiu turned into a Canglan dragon and swallowed the Canglan fruit in one gulp.

Under the surge of energy, a large hollow area was cleared out again.

Lou Zhi looked at the higher and farther sky, and mercilessly killed a large number of undead.

Salvation should never be a matter of one person.

They are also creatures who depend on this world to live. Since they exist in this world, they should also contribute their own strength to save this world!

……

"Is this also part of your plan?" Above the sky, Tiandao was silent for a moment and asked.

Shen Qingyan was also silent for a long time.

She has been paying attention to the movements of the Spiritual Cultivation Alliance and Song Jingmo all the time. What happened in Tianhaiyu was due to her negligence, and she failed to pass the news to Huangyu.

Song Jingmo's refining of the Sky Thunder Pearl was still within Shen Qingyan's expectations, and Shen Qingyan even provided some assistance.

But Song Jingmo's risky move to absorb Canglan Fruit was definitely not in her plan.

"She is hope." Shen Qingyan said softly, as if she hadn't said anything.

As Song Jingmo said, she is also an independent individual and has the right to be responsible for her own choices.

But if she hadn't pulled Song Jingmo into it, these dangers and troubles should have nothing to do with the other party.

Tiandao interpreted the emotions of the person in front of him for the first time, but he wished he had never understood it.

"She will be hope." Before the consciousness that appeared in the world was born, the will of the world was controlled by another force. Even now, Tiandao, who is the incarnation of the will of the world, only has a part of the power to control the world.

The man with an indifferent expression raised his hand and tapped lightly in the direction of Tian Haiyu.

The clouds dissipate and the sun shines.

Dots of blue light floated out from the sea area polluted by the breath of the undead, merged into the light cluster in midair, and slowly weaved into a light cocoon.

Tiandao never likes someone to disobey his will, let alone someone who contends with his authority.

Now, He has also recognized the existence of Song Jingmo, the hope created by "artificial" with his actions.

Under the sun, there is nowhere for the undead to hide.

Lingxiu and Buddhaxiu, who had recovered under the action of the elixir, once again showed a tacit cooperation and emptied the dead spirits within a hundred miles.

Leaving two people to guard the light cocoon, Zhou Zhiqi took the others to the bottom of the Tianhai area to find cracks.

Sheng Zhichun looked up at the light cocoon, and heard the pain-like roar of the dragon coming from the light cocoon. He was anxious and at a loss. Under her influence, the contract Lingzhi who killed and killed the spirit also became fierce.

If it weren't for the appearance of these dead spirits, how could the master's little junior sister be in danger?

In the cocoon of light, Song Jingmo consciously pulled out his scales, pulled them out once, waited for a while, and waited for the scales to grow under the action of Canglan Fruit, then pulled out again.

Under mechanical repetitive movements, Song Jingmo could count how many scales he pulled out at first, but in the end, the pain made his consciousness blurred, and he only remembered to pull out the scales.

After Song Jingmo ate the Canglan Fruit, external forces could not detect what happened in the light cocoon.

Li Cang's parents, who were sitting in the wasteland, felt palpitated for a while, and slowly realized that the child connected with their blood had suffered a catastrophe of life and death.

No one told them what happened.

The storm continued to brew, but the seeds of hope never gave up germination.

(End of this chapter)