Chapter 3612: Named, Ou Jin
Now, the blockade of the spirit race has ended, and the news of deliberately "letting Sikong Jing go" has begun to spread.
Next, the most important thing for the elves is the sword-walking small world.
As for how to retaliate against the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons, especially the break-in by Black Tiger and Yu Xianpo, it must of course be done at the same time.
……
Reimu Castle, in front of the Heroic Spirit Reimu Palace... Buzz!
A spirit gull descended from the sky and landed in front of the chaotic crowd. Ouzhui immediately stepped forward: "Lord Spirit gull..."
Snapped……
The old man Ou Zhui had just said a few words when Ling Ou slapped him in the face, murderous intent rising: "Useless, our Ling Clan is in a time of trouble right now. The situation of Senior Brother Ling Zhe..."
Pause...
Ling Ou didn't want to talk about Ling Zhe's tragic story, so he continued, "You're causing trouble for me. You actually let a little loser from our lineage break into the Yingling Lingmeng Palace. You deserve to die."
Even though Ou Zhui was her direct senior brother, Ling Ou would beat him whenever she wanted, without any mercy.
Having said that, Lingou turned around coldly and stepped into the Heroic Spirit Reimu Palace.
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"Elder Linggui has something else to do. The next test of Lingmeng City will be handed over to me, Lingou."
"Now I will go in and pull the intruder out and execute him on the spot."
Lingou walked into the hall with murderous intent, and then she was... dumbfounded.
She saw Sikong Jing sitting cross-legged in front of the hall with his back to her.
On the fifth stone pier at the bottom, the ancestor of the Heroic Feather Alliance appeared. In Yu Lingou's eyes, he was of course...
This useless intruder actually succeeded in communicating with the heroic spirit.
Didn’t Ouzhui and Aruo say that this was just a small Eldar soldier whose bloodline was passed down before Ou died in battle?
at the same time……
The spirit parrot in the Ten Thousand Beasts Prison also immediately discovered the arrival of the spirit gull.
Her voice quickly rang in Sikong Jing's mind: "Although Lingou is not a clan elder, you have merged with her blood essence, so the possibility of her discovering you is greater than that of other ordinary emperors."
"Also..."
"It is the beginning of the rebellion of the Feather Alliance Hall. You are a disciple of the Feather Alliance Hall. It is easy to be suspected if you only communicate with the ancestors of the Feather Alliance."
Following the words of the parrot...
Conscious of the ancestor of the Yingling Feather Alliance, Sikong Jing who was in the Yingling Martial Arts Formation immediately came to his senses.
He said calmly: "Then I will communicate with more low-level heroes..."
As soon as the words fell...buzz buzz buzz.
Sikong Jing seemed to treat the spirit gull as if it didn't exist, and continued to release the power of the spirit race, which landed on the six stone pillars in the front, and suddenly five phantoms of heroic spirits appeared.
Including the ancestor of the Yumeng, there are a total of six phantoms of heroic spirits.
In an instant, the corner of the heroic martial arts formation in front of Sikong Jing enlarged six times, but it still took only a cup of tea to comprehend it.
Then Sikong Jing continued, comprehending it seriously.
At the same time, his voice was transmitted to the Ten Thousand Beasts Prison...
"Don't worry, I found that after comprehending the Heroic Spirit Martial Arts Formation, the Spirit Gull bloodline fused into my body has changed."
“Although I still have the blood essence of Lingou, I have also transformed it into something that belongs to me.”
When the parrot heard this, it laughed angrily.
As the emperor of the spirit race, I knew about this, but I was so nervous that I forgot about it.
In short, since the Heroic Spirit Feather Alliance ancestor could not see through Sikong Jing's true nature, then the other five low-level Heroic Spirits were also unable to see it, coupled with the changes in the nature of the Spirit Owl bloodline...
Sikong Jing doesn't have to worry about being discovered now, he is very calm and composed.
behind...
Lingou stared blankly at the six heroic spirit phantoms, extremely surprised...
"This soldier, who was adopted by Ah Chu before he died, communicated with the six Heroic Spirit Guards. Although they are all low-level, my Lingou lineage has not produced such a genius for a long time."
"Good good..."
"It's good to force your way in, it's good to force your way in."
Her anger turned into joy, and she did not observe the situation inside Sikong Jing's body. Her current "exertion of strength" could not be disturbed for the time being.
In a blink of an eye, a cup of tea passed.
The six phantoms of low-level heroic spirits disappeared, and Sikong Jing also opened his eyes.
Then he seemed to realize something, his whole body trembled and he turned back. He deliberately startled: "Ling, Ancestor Lingou, I didn't mean to break into the Yingling Lingmeng Palace by force, they forced me..."
At this time, Sikong Jing's appearance had changed greatly, and his whole body aura belonged to the spirit race.
His face showed panic.
Seeing this, Lingou suppressed his happiness and deliberately frowned: "If you break into the Heroic Spirit Hall, you will be killed. Don't you know that?"
"I, I, I...know."
"But I have no choice but to break in and try to communicate with the Heroic Guards to try to save myself..."
"Please, Elder Lingou, don't kill me."
At this moment, Sikong Jing continued to look panicked and frightened...
His face darkened again, and Lingou spoke coldly: "You can obviously communicate with heroic spirits, proving that you are very talented. Why did you deliberately fail when the Linggui elders tested you?"
The moment he finished speaking, the power of Lingou's spirit shadow had already enveloped Sikong Jing...
But as Lingying said, except for the elders of the tribe, basically no one can see through Sikong Jing's true nature, especially now that he has comprehended the Hexagonal Heroic Martial Arts Formation. In Lingou's eyes, Sikong Jing is a pure spirit clan member.
Unless Lingou really peels off all of Sikong Jing's possessions layer by layer, but now, Lingou can't do that.
Sikong Jing quickly answered...
"Ancestor Lingou, I don't want to go to the battlefield for the time being. I want to observe mourning for my adoptive father."
After passing the test of the Spiritual Rose and communicating with the Heroic Spirit Guard, he will be sent to the Sword Traveling Small World for adventure, but he doesn't want to...
This is Sikong Jing’s reason.
At this moment, Lingou casually withdrew her spiritual power, her eyes grim...
"Observing mourning? You were on the battlefield of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace, and you were frightened, right?"
"No matter what, Ah Chu passed his bloodline to you, so you must fight to the death for the spirit race. You cannot retreat."
"Forget about forcing your way into the Heroic Spirit Reimu Palace this time, but you must go to the Sword Traveling Small World."
Following Lingou's various teachings, Sikong Jing of course kept agreeing...
Finally, Lingou asked again: "What's your name?"
"Are you good at it? Now I will give you the name 'Ou Jin' and let you inherit everything left by Ah Chu."
"If Jianxing performs outstandingly in his trip to the small world, he will be rewarded handsomely."
"You, come out with me!"
Looking at Lingou who turned away, Sikong Jing immediately regained his composure, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.
Ling Parrot laughed in the Ten Thousand Beasts Prison: "Sikong Jing, find an opportunity to reveal your true form in front of Ling Ou, and then release me. I will severely humiliate Ling Ou, this damn bitch."
She had always failed to slap Lingou in the face in the past, but now, Lingyan’s chance had come.
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Outside the Heroic Spirit Reimu Palace...
"Why has Ancestor Lingou been in there for so long and hasn't come out yet?" Chu Yin asked nervously.
Logically speaking, after Lingou entered Lingmeng Palace, the first thing he should have done was to pull out "Chujin", then fuck him to death, and then dig out his blood belonging to his adoptive father Ouchu and give it to himself.
But a whole cup of tea had passed and Ancestor Lingou had not come out yet.
"Zhuilao, has something happened?" Aruo also flew forward and came to Zhuilao and asked.
