You owe me the cultivation of immortals!

Gong Ling, born from the condensed red spiritual power, narrowed his eyes and looked at the child whose aura had changed drastically. The moment his eyes met, the two pairs of blood-red eyes felt the threat from each other at the same time.

It is true that she will not necessarily lose, but facing the crisis, Gong Ling is more cautious. She hovers and rises into the sky, guarding against the baby on the ground who has only cultivated for a hundred years from top to bottom.

Gong Ling should indeed be terrified at this moment. She has been locked in the divine bow for tens of thousands of years, and there has been no sound and no one has come here for tens of thousands of years.She stayed here for a long time, and she was terrified.

She remembered that when the master of the previous generation passed away, she was just a newly born ignorant weapon spirit.It's just that as soon as she was born, her master died, and she was imprisoned here since then.She always remembered that when she was just born, she saw the sun above her head and the land on the ground, and heard the bustling sounds of all things.

She has been longing for it ever since, but a weapon spirit without a master cannot get out of the bow.

Born as a Bow Spirit, he never had the right to choose.She knew that one day, she would have to choose a master, and then live a cycle of being enslaved, robbed, and abandoned, until the day she vanished into thin air.

But she is not reconciled, she is tired of this, she is afraid of this, and she hates it to the core... That's why she chose the most difficult transformation form compared with the spirit of the weapon. From then on, she can cultivate a flesh and blood body, which can be used One's own consciousness rides on the bow of the gods, and no longer depends on people.She had waited for this day for so long, until today she was finally able to emerge from that pitch-black nothingness, and began to transform... No one could stop her.

She never wanted to go back to that cage, never again, to be at the mercy of others.

Thinking of this, Gong Ling's eyes suddenly became fierce. A pair of wings protruded from the back of the huge animal body condensed by the burning spiritual energy like fire. She hovered in the air, looking a bit nondescript.

Qi Ling is born as a mass of aura without mentality, wrapped in spiritual consciousness, the so-called transformation is to condense this mass of aura into a solid body, and become any kind of flesh and blood creature in the world.It was the early stage of Bow Spirit's transformation, and before she had time to decide what to transform into, she met Qing who came to make trouble, so she had to randomly take the appearance of a living being that she only knew to make up.

However, for so many years, Gong Ling has already had a lot of calculations in his heart. All things in the world, ghosts and spirits, these ethereal existences, if they want to cultivate successfully, they don't need to go through many hardships. Advanced is very difficult.Only human beings, although weak at birth, are physically suitable for cultivating Taoism, have extremely high comprehension, and have good reproductive ability. After nearly ten thousand years of population, they have the tendency to dominate the world.To realize their desire to ascend to the highest point and become a god, human beings naturally need the best choice.

After defeating the little phoenix in front of her, she can slowly become a human being.

But the little Phoenix in her eyes is not so easy to deal with at this time.

The red-eyed Qing stood quietly on the black stone platform, raising her head to face the flame monster constantly trimming her figure in the air, without any anxiety.Time seemed to be restrained on her body, and even the blood flowing from the spiritual fountain on the ground became more relaxed.

She took her eyes away from the tense flame giant for a moment, looked down at the ground, a soft light flashed in her inorganic eyes, but the next second, she lifted her foot and poured out the spirit on the ground as if she was disgusted and obstructed. All of a sudden kick far away.The corner of his mouth curled up into a wicked childlike smile of a successful prankster.

When she bowed her head, Gong Ling saw the right moment and swooped down.The sharp beak that had just been transformed rushed towards Qing's forehead, trying to pierce her through, but was held firmly by the backhand.

Unexpectedly, the giant flame beast would be restrained by a little child. It hung in the air and flapped its wings and struggled violently. , It was a blow that slammed Gong Ling on the hard black stone slab.

The stone slab was very solid, Gong Ling's newly condensed body shattered into red light all over the sky with a whimper, and slowly condensed in mid-air, but Qing didn't have the patience to wait for the bow spirit to condense again.The blue-red light lingered around her body, and she leaped lightly and transformed into a little white phoenix, soaring into the sky with a scream.

The red mist wrapped the little white phoenix, as if falling into a muddy swamp, Gong Ling cleverly stopped transforming and wanted to trap Qing by this means.The little white phoenix screamed in displeasure, and flickering spiritual power began to gather on the wings, and a bluish-red wing blade shot out, and the mist dispersed in time, and then closed tightly again in an instant.

Shapeshifting takes time and can't take too much damage.Gong Ling seemed determined to spend time with this little white phoenix here.She couldn't tolerate any mistakes at this moment, and all grievances and grievances had to wait until she fulfilled her long-cherished wish.

Qing was trapped in the red mist, and seeing that she was unable to perform a series of spells, the form of the bow spirit became more and more cohesive, but her energy was consumed more and more. Seeing that the bow spirit was about to transform into a successful form, Qing became more and more Got irritable.But if he wasted his energy indiscriminately, it would be in line with Gong Ling's wishes.

The little white phoenix's blood-red pupils turned and turned and finally subdued her hostility. She turned around and folded her wings, and it turned into a child in a blue shirt and fell straight down.Hong Wu chased after her, trying to wrap her up again, but the dispersed mist was too ethereal, and the falling speed was far slower than Qing, who had a strong body.

Qing fell to the ground, and rushed straight towards the black bow in the center of the stone altar. She should have thought that the body of this divine bow was the Achilles' heel of the bow spirit who had not yet completed its transformation.

The birth of the divine bow only waits for someone with predestined relationship. Since I can walk here without hindrance, I am destined to be the next owner of the divine bow.At this moment, as long as he completes the contract with Shen Gong, the spirit of Gong who has not successfully transformed will naturally recognize her owner together with Shen Bow.Qing held back the ecstasy in her heart, raised her hand to draw a bloodstain, and touched the bow again with her bloody hand.As long as it is stained with his own blood, Shenbow will recognize the master.

"Stop!" Gong Ling let out a stern roar behind her.

"Pfft." It was the sound of palms piercing through flesh and blood. The bow spirit who had already condensed for the first time looked down in disbelief at the palms that did not touch his chest, and let out a stern laugh.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

The man's palm was crystal clear, and the palm was still mixed with fresh blood.It's just that the blood is not her own, and she is only one step away from being able to completely condense into a human form and melt into flesh and blood.But her blood dissolved in her body, causing the failed transformation to grow a heart.

"Bang bang bang..." What a beautiful voice, she had dreamed of, but it disappeared in an instant.She raised her head slowly, and saw the blood-smeared divine bow behind the child in blue and red pupils.The glittering and translucent gold began to spread along the pitch-black bow, and the divine bow chose the owner, and she returned to being a weapon spirit at the mercy of others.From then on, the eons of loneliness in nothingness have become useless work.

"Why did you treat me like this..." Two tears suddenly flowed from her ferocious eyes, like two flowing flames dripping on the black stone-like ground, and then extinguished.

"Why did God treat me like this..." Her voice suddenly became shrill again. "I will never let you get what you want, even if it disappears from now on, I won't let you get what you want!"

Qing's consciousness was floating in the chaos, and the red mist surrounding her gradually dissipated, and she faintly heard a voice appearing in her ears, that voice was piercingly sad, as if mixed with despair and hatred.Qing didn't know why the voice said that, but felt that her heart was suddenly full of sadness.She shook Chaos' head vigorously, but she couldn't remember what happened just now.

It's just that the hot and humid touch from the palm of her right hand made her unable to help moving her fingers, and then she heard the woman's forbearing exclamation in her ears.

She finally opened her eyes, and her dark pupils were clear.

"I hate you, I will curse you." Said the woman enveloped in the flames in front of her, her voice was weak and her figure was gradually blurred in the flames.

"Aren't you going to die? You're going to die!" Qing widened her eyes in surprise, looking at the bow spirit that was about to dissipate in front of her eyes, and made a panicked voice.

At this moment, Gong Ling's whole body was shrouded in a blurred halo, and the enchanting curves appeared and disappeared in the mist, so alluring, but turned into fiery red mist in an instant and dissipated in the air with the wind.

The blood-stained palm slipped from the air in embarrassment. Before she had time to see her appearance clearly in the fire, she only remembered the woman's last pair of fiery eyes that looked like blazing flames.

The originally brilliant golden bow behind him dimmed at the moment when the brightness reached the top, and the bow without the spirit of the bow was like scrap iron, and would never have the glory of the past.

"I curse you!" The woman's shrill and weak voice seemed to still be lingering in her ears, and it could not dissipate for a long time. Qing suddenly felt his chest burning again, and this time it was actually true.

She watched helplessly as flames emerged from her heart and spread along half of her body, devouring her bloody left arm, spreading onto her delicate face bit by bit, and finally turning into a streak of blood that pierced deeply into it. In the left eyeball.Severe pain, for the first time in her life, she experienced the feeling of being burned in the flames, as if the pain like a knife cut spread on every inch of her skin.

Qing Pain couldn't help lying on the ground and screaming. Never had a young child suffered such pain, rolling and crying in the flames with his delicate body.She thought that she should be resentful to the woman who just cursed her, that she caused her such pain, but she suddenly thought that she was the one who killed her.

So what is right and wrong?Whose fault is it? It's her own fault... The memories of when she lost control gradually recovered, including the fact that she maliciously penetrated Gong Ling's heart and humiliated her after she let Shen Bow recognize her as the master.

She could have survived, as a bow spirit.But maybe because of her humiliation, she chose to die.

The bow spirit is only a little bit short of being able to transform into form. The ten thousand years of hard work must be very hard for one person, and she must be eager for freedom, otherwise, how could Ning Yuan lose his soul and not want to be driven by others.

He was the one who ruined her hope in the end and forced her to death. In this way, it is right for Gong Ling to resent herself... So why do I have to shirk this suffering?She suddenly figured it out.

The child in green clothes lay prone on the ground, half of his body was bathed in the blazing flames.She curled up in pain, but refused to make a sound.She just bit her lower lip firmly with her teeth, arched her slender back, and dug her fingers deeply into the hard stone platform, the flesh and blood flew away, and the snow flowed on the stone platform, blooming bright colors, her whole body Shaking violently, like a mourning cub that refuses to vent, and has nowhere to vent.

How long did the flame burn, and Qing stubbornly endured it for a long time, even refusing to faint to make himself feel better.It wasn't until the flames were extinguished that the exhausted child collapsed on the ground and completely lost consciousness.

Ling Chun clutched his wound that healed slowly but was no longer bleeding, sighed and crawled to the side of Qing who was unconscious.With quiet eyes, he carefully looked at this doll who had been taken care of and grown up since the shell was broken. Seeing her collapsed on the ground like a rag, he felt a pain like a cramp in his heart.

The pale palm was still stained with blood, Lingchun stroked the bloody charm that gradually emerged on the blue and white porcelain skin with his hand inch by inch, and sighed loudly.

"You see, what is owed must be repaid after all."

"But all in all, such a result is not too bad."

The author has something to say:

Alas~ I never thought that the network would be disconnected tragically on the first day of opening the pit~ Fortunately, today is the beginning of the month, and although the traffic flow of the claw machine is unstable, it can still withstand consumption!Otherwise, woo woo woo... I can be lazy, ahahahahaha!

It's really good to have a holiday~ It makes people feel good physically and mentally~~ Although my coding speed still hasn't improved!

hum~!I can't believe my writing will always be this cold!It has been so cold and I have been writing, torturing the audience~~ 噗噗噗噗~~

So what kind of story am I writing?Generally speaking, it is a story in which the main character is written to death in three chapters, and the five chapters start again and are almost eaten, and the story has been entangled ever since.Is it concise and clear? ~Hehehe~~ I won't spoil any more! ! !