Dijun's black moonlight is back

When Ling Yu came back from Huangquan Ferry, several springs and autumns had passed in the world.

The first thing she did when she came back was to find a shop that sold paper money incense candles.

Wen Jingchan discovered that this store was the one Ling Yu took her to.

I thought she would go up the mountain with things to sacrifice, but Ling Yu stopped when she reached the edge of the Cang River.

She lit the things she bought on the bank of the river, and the fire light reflected on her face and reflected in her eyes looking at Jiange Mountain.

A figure suddenly appeared on the water. At first, the shape was blurry. As the paper money burned more and more, her appearance became clearer.

It's Fushuang, young Fushuang.

"Junior sister," she spoke in the water, "why don't you come to see me?"

Hearing this, Ling Yu turned around and looked at the reflection on the water.

Fushuang was still smiling, but tears rolled down his face: "I lost my cultivation to save you, why don't you come to see me?"

The shadow in the water was aging rapidly, and Fushuang's smile became more and more frightening: "Do you think I'm old? Do you think I'm ugly?"

Ling Yu didn't answer her, a column of water rose from the water surface, slowly taking shape with that shadow.

The aged Fu Shuang staggered over from the water, she seemed to want to reach out and grab Ling Yu: "You are afraid of me, you know you are sorry for me!"

Her face and body twisted again, her bones and flesh quickly reorganized, and she looked young again.

"Junior Sister, do you like me more when I'm young?" She tried to hold Ling Yu's hand, "Give me your spiritual root and cultivation base, and I will become younger."

"Are you okay? My little junior sister."

Ling Yu didn't stop, letting her pull her.

She looked at the person in front of her indifferently: "How dare you use her face?"

Ling Yu firmly grasped her hand, holding on tightly to her and not letting go.

Xuan Yi's real fire sprang out from Ling Yu's bracelet, burning around the fake Fu Shuang.

Her face became more and more distorted, almost unable to maintain her human shape.

"Junior Sister, I'm in so much pain," Fushuang screamed, "Help me, Junior Sister!"

Ling Yu's hand was still holding onto her, fearing that the fake Fushuang would run away in pain.

"Didn't you want my spiritual root?" Ling Yu pulled her even harder: "Didn't you want my cultivation?"

"Why don't you take it?"

The human figure in front of Ling Yu was instantly torn apart by a huge mouth, and the foul-smelling and ugly body of the earth dragon sprang out and rushed towards Ling Yu.

"Hongmeng Liangyi!" Wen Jingchan summoned his natal magic weapon.

A Tai Chi diagram that seemed illusory but real opened in front of Ling Yu, resisting Dilong's two long knife-like jaws.

"When did you come?" Ling Yu finally saw Wen Jingchan.

For a moment, he didn't know whether he should tell Ling Yu that he had been following her all along.

Fortunately, Dilong did something in time to divert her attention.

Ling Yu watched this disgusting worm, using its mucus-stained tongue to conjure up the appearance of whipping frost.

"Junior Sister, I saved your life." Fu Shuang smiled strangely and alluringly, "Why are you unwilling to give me all your cultivation?"

Chun Shanxiao suddenly appeared in Ling Yu's hand, she really felt that she was giving this earthworm too much face, that it dared to provoke her like this.

Wen Jingchan didn't come and said nothing, and saw Lingyu rushing out of the Taiji diagram, holding the knife in both hands and raising it above his head.

A cold light flashed by, and Dilong didn't realize that his tongue had been cut.

The tongue on the ground was twisting, turning from Fushuang's upper body back into a scarlet mass of flesh.

It backed up a few feet in pain, just in time for the jaws to be closed and cut off the spirit feather at the waist.

But it still didn't make it in time.

Wen Jingchan's Hongmeng Liangyi responded to his call, turned into a spear in the sky, descended from the sea of ​​clouds, and nailed its head into the rocks.

The magic weapon disappeared immediately after hitting it, and blood and mucus gushed out of that hole.

Dilong's head fell heavily to the ground, only Cangjiang Li's body was still moving.

Ling Yu rolled over to the top of its head, and chopped off its jaws with two knives.

It's already like this, and it still refuses to let the two of them out of the illusion.

Wen Jingchan saw something was wrong: "It's not that it won't let us out of the illusion, it's because it doesn't have the ability to control the power that creates the illusion."

An earthworm cannot be repaired in 300 years.

Wenjing Zen only knows that it must have borrowed something, but it cannot know what it is.

The current situation made him more convinced that the earth dragon did not cultivate by himself.

"Is it on it?" Ling Yu asked.

Wen Jingchan closed his eyes, the seal on his forehead lit up for a moment, and then opened again. He scanned the body of Dilong's bank and Jiangli.

"There." He pointed to the top of Jiange Mountain.

Ling Yu threw out the bracelet, Xuan Yi flew out of it, she jumped on the back of the divine bird, and drove it to fly to the top of the mountain with her.

Chun Shanxiao took a step ahead, flew to the sea of ​​clouds directly above Jiange Mountain, and stopped.

"Shenyuan is the guide, flesh and blood is the sacrifice," Ling Yu stood on the divine bird and chanted a mantra in the strong wind, "Killing the body and tearing the soul, there is no redemption!"

After a buzzing sound, Chun Shanxiao quickly grew bigger, and from a distance it looked like a punishment knife dropped by a god.

Ling Yu stretched out his arm and pointed, and the long knife in the sky fell down immediately.

This knife split a crack on the top of the Jiange Mountain, and the sound of the rocks breaking could be heard thousands of miles away.

Chun Shanxiao flew back from the cloud of dust and was grabbed by Ling Yu.

Holding the knife, she looked indifferently at the big earthworm rolling in the river.

Its stature is getting smaller and smaller, but the waves of the river are getting more and more surging.

The illusions around could no longer hold on, and shattered along with the cracks that appeared on Jiange Mountain.

The river is surging, the earth is shaking, the birds are startled, and the mortals are running around.

It became.

Ling Yu turned to look at Wen Jingchan, even though she was so far away, she could feel that he was also looking at her.

The illusion fell apart, Ling Yu and Wen Jingchan got rid of the shackles, and opened their eyes on the real Jiange Mountain.

Wen Jingchan still put his arms around her shoulders, and pressed his forehead between her eyebrows.

After waking up, he seemed a little flustered, and quickly let go of Ling Yu, his eyes swam restlessly, glancing at the rocks and trees.

"Master, look." Ling Yu pointed to the top of Jiange Mountain, where a crack appeared, splitting the top of the mountain in two.

"Go and have a look." Wen Jingchan was worried that there was nothing to divert his attention, so he immediately appeared under the sky with Ling Yu.

The rock split by the blade was very smooth, and one could only see a line of blue sky when looking up from under the rock, where the Earth Dragon was here to help it cultivate.

Ling Yu saw something familiar, and she stopped in front of the purple light.

"This is..." Wen Jingchan looked at the thing hanging here, "Spine?"

He originally thought it was some rare treasure, but he didn't expect it to be a piece of bone.