"I still have breath..." Zhou Ling opened his eyes slightly and gave his mother a difficult smile. "Silly child." Zhou Li stepped forward, patted her slightly raised hand, and used his own spiritual power to warm her dried meridians to relieve her pain. "Mom, there are quite a few more people surrounding us. They are not in a hurry to attack the formation. They may know that the Xihai Sect's mountain protection formation is different." With the help of his mother, the burning pain caused by the dryness of his dantian and meridians disappeared for the most part. Zhou Ling also had the strength to sit up with his arms propped up, and raised his head to look at those who had arrived outside the mountain protection formation but had not moved. "Mom, do you think there might be a formation master among them who wants to dismantle this formation on the spot?" "No, there is no one better than you." Zhou Li answered straightforwardly. Although this understanding was a bit too one-sided, there was nothing she could do. She didn't know if there was any hidden boss, but as of now, the one with the most powerful formation was Long Aotian. Secondly, there might be many, but her own daughter's formation was not bad either. If the formation created by Master Long can be dismantled by others at will, can he still be called a formation genius? Hearing this, Zhou Ling nodded, loosened his arms, and continued to lie down, concentrating on recovering the spiritual power in his dantian.
The formation can protect this sect from being attacked for a while. The most important thing now is to find the current sect leader who has been tortured half to death and ask him what he has done! In fact, there is no need to wait for Zhou Ling to recover, because someone has done it before her. Although countless disciples of the sect were killed or injured in this war, some veteran monks with strong abilities and high cultivation were still able to protect themselves and remain unharmed. They were not injured in the war, but after the war, their status and position were damaged to an extent that could not be recovered. Anyone who has some ability will not have a bad status in the sect. The lowest one is at the level of a leader, and the rest are at the level of elders. Some people just like to stand out. In the first second after the war ended, some people couldn't hold back anymore and rushed to the half-dead leader. No matter how serious his injuries were, they slapped him in the face, left and right, and gave him two slaps. The face, which was already pale to begin to turn rosy after being slapped twice. Don’t ask, the answer is that it was swollen from being slapped, so it looks a little red. As the head of a sect, he forgot his responsibilities, let the wolf into the house, and caused the sect to go through this terrible catastrophe. For a time, the crowd was outraged and they captured the man who was the current leader. Seeing that the situation was more in his favor, they became more and more unscrupulous. In the end, it almost came to the point where one question was met with a slap in the face, but despite this, he couldn't get anything out of the person's mouth. "Be gentle, be gentle, why are you asking questions after you've killed me?" A clear, pleasant and very familiar voice of a little girl entered their eardrums. Everyone looked towards the source of the sound and found a short girl who was holding her waist with both hands and looking at them angrily. "This voice is... the one who created the fog!" Someone was the first to match Zhou Ling's voice with the previous voice and confirmed the identity of the person. He was excited and pointed at Zhou Ling and spoke out. "Yes, yes, yes, yes. I heard it very clearly at that time. It was her!" Everyone recognized Zhou Ling's identity, looked at the direction she wanted to go, and consciously made way for her. The crowd originally surrounded by the current leaders automatically split into two and watched Zhou Ling stride forward. "Tell me! What did you and the Demon Lord do behind my back? What is his purpose in coming here?" Unlike those people, facing the dying current leader, Zhou Ling did not use force with him. He just grabbed his collar angrily and questioned him loudly. There was no way, she was anxious. Her master had gone to that ruin alone, and now the people under the Demon Lord were behaving strangely. She didn't know what conspiracy the escaped soul of the Demon Lord was plotting behind the scenes.
She was afraid that her master was in danger, and she was eager to know what the Demon Lord's original plan was. If the new leader did something that was detrimental to the interests of Taoism in order to gain power, then he should have known something about the Demon Lord's plan, right? The new leader, whose face was covered in blood and swollen like a pig, barely raised his head. His eyes, swollen into slits, seemed to be trying hard to open them, but he still couldn't see the face of the person in front of him clearly. Judging from the voice, it should be a young child. He did not answer in a hurry, but smiled bitterly and pulled the corners of his already cracked mouth. "explain!!!" The current situation is unclear, and the circumstances are even more unclear. Zhou Ling does not have much time and patience. She will finally ask loudly. If this scumbag still refuses to speak, then she is really sorry. She has a natural strong mental support, so that later she had spiritual consciousness, and the strength of her spiritual consciousness was much higher than that of people with the same cultivation level. After the master found out, he specially tested her, and the result was not just much higher, it was many levels higher. It is said that sword cultivators are so powerful that they can fight against opponents of higher levels. The strength of her spiritual sense is almost the same. Although it doesn't seem to be very useful at ordinary times, the function of spiritual sense is just to see things far away, or to attack other people's spiritual sense. But in fact, there is another inhumane use, which is the convenience of soul searching. As long as your spiritual consciousness is stronger than the other party's, you can completely suppress the other party's spiritual consciousness, and then invade the other person's brain to spy on the memory, which is commonly known as soul searching. These are secrets that cannot be told. If the other party refuses to reveal them, then you have no choice but to see them yourself. "It's not your turn to ask." The current leader, who looked extremely miserable, finally spoke, but what he said was not good. "You beast! This little girl saved the entire sect by herself! If it's not her turn to ask, then whose turn is it!?" The old man who had met Zhou Ling once before suddenly emerged from the crowd. He was also seriously injured. Standing with him was the young boy he had met in the restaurant before, who was the son of the current head of the sect. only…… His condition was not much different from his father's. He seemed to have only a trace of blood left. He was supported by the old man, breathing very slowly, and relying entirely on pills to stay alive. In fact, the old man who shouted this really wanted to tell the blind beast, don’t underestimate this little girl, she is the famous Zhou Ling! They, the master and the disciple, traveled thousands of miles to this remote place in the West Sea to save the situation, but what happened? The situation at the scene suddenly became chaotic. The survivors were healing their wounds, talking, and the place was noisy. Zhou Ling frowned, and her last bit of patience disappeared. He stretched out his hand and slapped the current leader on the forehead. (End of this chapter)