The Blood-Shipping Sutra is the Little Yin Gong. As a martial art involving the soul, of course, it is impossible to have no means of checking and balancing the soul.

Lu Changsheng's palm pressed on Bai Ling's forehead, and a soul thorn suddenly penetrated into his mind.

Bai Ling let out a scream, alarming Ning Xiaosu next to him.

"Sir!" Ning Xiaosu's face was filled with fear.

Lu Changsheng's expression was calm.

Bai Ling's soul has indeed weakened to a freezing point.

When he issued this soul thorn, Meng Ying's soul, who was originally suppressed, suddenly felt less pressure. He knew that this was a good opportunity and launched a strong counterattack.

A smile appeared on Lu Changsheng's face and said to Ning Xiaosu: "Daichi Meng Ying's condition had some accidents, and now he should be able to fully recover!"

As he was talking, Meng Ying paused slightly and his expression calmed down.

Lu Changsheng observed and found that Meng Ying's soul did not seem to have completely destroyed Bai Ling, but instead held back at the last moment.

Since this is Meng Ying’s choice, he respects it himself.

With his own strength, if Bai Ling becomes a demon for himself, he will destroy it casually.

As for Bai Ling’s memory?

The soul is so small that it has completely fallen into a state of dreams. Even if you have the opportunity to wake up now, your memory will be blank. If you want to recover, you don’t know how many years it will take to spend.

Thinking of this, I sighed in my heart.

Who would have thought that the fox that he had killed casually had so many interactions with him?

"Meng Ying has met Lord Lu!" At this time, Meng Ying on the bed showed a glimmer of gratitude on her face.

"How do you know my surname is Lu?"

"Although Meng Ying cannot control his body these days, he can still see the situation around him!" Meng Ying blinked. His body, which was recovering from a long illness, actually gave people a bright feeling.

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"Caught?"

Meng Ying nodded.

Sure enough, a woman’s intuition!

"Since you're awake, take a good rest!"

Meng Ying swallowed Bai Ling's soul and received feedback from him. It can be said that he has the most important condition for becoming an alchemist - mental power!

At this time, her mental power was no less than that of a first-class alchemist.

When Lu Changsheng left, a trace of dullness flashed across Meng Ying's face.

"Xiao Su!"

"You... are you really a lady?"

"Don't tell me who I am! Tell me quickly, were you bribed by that woman?" Meng Ying said in a pretentious manner.

"Ah?" Ning Xiaosu was confused when she heard it.

What woman?

I don't know!

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Meng Ying has woken up, and the matter of ancient martial arts has been resolved, and it is no point in staying in the Ning family.

After coming out of the room, he cleaned up a little and quietly disappeared from the spot.

"Does Fellow Wan need help now?" He landed on an unmanned street and sent a message to Wan Susu.

Then walk to the inn not far away.

"Give me a carriage!"

Unexpectedly, the person in charge of the station looked at him lightly and said, "Do you have any ID certificate?"

"I still need this thing?"

In the past, as long as there was money, it was fine.

"The situation has been severe recently. Many people want to get horses from here. If there is no restriction, it will be useless! Moreover, if you don't have a certain identity now, you can't wander around the streets at will!"

"Give me a carriage!"

Lu Changsheng also had the identity token of Chengnan Prefecture.

The person in charge exclaimed in surprise.

"So it's the master of the government office!"

As he said that, he asked someone to take Lu Changsheng to choose a carriage.

Walking along the way.

There are few people on the streets, and occasionally patrolling city guards pass by. After a glance, they ignore it.

Those who can ride in carriages during the day are all people with normal identities. As long as they don’t leave the city, the city guards will not be stuck.

Even through the carriage, Lu Changsheng could smell a faint pungent smell.

It's like a rotten smell of blood, or a scent of urine.

When I lifted the curtain, all kinds of garbage were piled up on both sides.

Sometimes you can see some city guards dealing with dead bodies.

The horse-driven person should be very experienced and specifically avoid those places that are dealing with strange things.

When we approached the south government office, it was already afternoon.

Lu Changsheng took out the wooden order, and Wan Susu's voice came from inside.

It seems a little tired.

"The situation is a little uncontrollable! Be prepared to evacuate!"

What?

So fast?

Just as I was about to ask something, suddenly a burst of fanatical calls came from a distance.

Step on the pedal-

A large number of city guards rushed from all directions, some of which were filled with a strong aura, warriors and Liuyunfushi's uniforms.

"Sir, please change the route!" A sound of footsteps came from the front.

Then a solemn voice sounded.

"What's going on?" Lu Changsheng poked his head and handed Feng Guisi's identity token over.

"It turns out to be Lord Lu Ya of the Seventh-grade Liuyunwei!" The leader was an eighth-grade Liuyunwei.

After reading Lu Changsheng's identity token, he said subconsciously.

"The Yellow Turban Sect is offering sacrifices to the gods in front of you!"

"Sacrifice to God? Is it that my mother without birth?"

Liuyunwei nodded.

At this time, Lu Changsheng had already got off the carriage and looked up.

Crazy voices kept coming.

He was chanting the slogan of the mother without life.

But there was a faint cold wind blowing in the air.

He rushed over quickly, and soon he arrived in front of a large mansion.

This place has been blocked by a large number of warriors, and several warriors in the fifth realm of physical body are in control of the situation.

He jumped directly onto the wall and looked inside, his pupils suddenly shrank slightly.

But in the empty yard, refugees were holding sharp weapons in their hands and kept poking into their temples, with dreamy smiles on their faces.

"I have no concentration in my life, how can I get the suffering of the next life..."

A woman inserted a kitchen knife into her mouth and penetrated it directly.

"Damn it! You idiots!" A warrior couldn't stop him in time and immediately cursed.

Too many people!

At least hundreds of people worship the gods in this yard.

As for the sacrifice god, it was a human-shaped wood carving placed directly in front of him, with kind eyes and dense thin hands, and both hands were lifted forward, as if supporting the people.

The same is true for the legs, with dense feet, which makes your scalp numb.
To be continued...