After I was reborn, I became the most ruthless cub in the whole continent

Chapter 42

There was no expected pain, and the fall seemed to stop.

There is pain everywhere in the body, and the throat seems to have been thirsty for a long time, and there is an illusion that it is about to dry.

The breath was bloody, and there was a pain that aggravated the tearing.

She lay powerlessly on the ground, but she was always afraid in her heart, fearing that wild beasts would approach.

Desolate beasts are orcs and monsters who have lost their minds. They appear in the form of their own bodies and are extremely aggressive and destructive.

It's not the fear of death, it's the fear of dying in pain.

Song Jingmo struggled to stand up, but the ground began to shake.

Is it the tide of wild beasts?If he died in the tide of wild beasts, he would be truly dead without a whole body.

Song Jingmo looked at the sky, quietly waiting for death.

She remembered that she wanted to struggle.

She could feel that her bones were broken in many places, and there were still many wounds oozing blood.

The body's perception of pain begins to blur.

Die again.

Song Jingmo smiled.

It seems that this is not the first time that he clearly perceives the progress of his own death.

Today is not a cloudless good weather, on the contrary, the clouds block the sun, only the still hot sun falls on her.

It seemed that a bug had crawled up her cheek, a blood-sucking bug was looking for a suitable place to bite.

The hot pain was vague and clear.

Just like her consciousness at the moment, it is continuously integrated into the body and then continuously withdrawn.

Another part of the memory came back, Song Jingmo looked at his embarrassment as a half outsider.

The scene this time is more like the time she was in the wasteland.

It is indeed on the verge of death.

If he hadn't been rescued, he might not be able to get out of the wilderness in his life.

Song Jingmo had a deep memory of the state at that time, she just selectively forgot those unpleasant memories.

She didn't want to look back on her own death again and again.

Even the feeling of dying made it difficult for her to breathe.

If she could choose the way of death, she would prefer to die in ignorance.

The world wants her to open her eyes to see what the world looks like and what path she should take, but it makes her feel more pain in advance.

Song Jingmo remembered the previous two deaths, and also remembered that he was originally practicing in Wuling Valley.

As for why he was pulled into such a scene, Song Jingmo attributed the reason to the inheritance of Wuling Valley for the time being.

At that time, her cultivation was getting better and better, seeing that her cultivation base was about to make another breakthrough, before she could be happy, a special color of inheritance aura entered the sea of ​​consciousness.

At this time, he was awake, and Song Qingyan's voice became clear.

"This is the catastrophe of the inner demons. The catastrophe of the inner demons encountered by each spiritual practice group is different. It may be to ask you to give up something, or it may be to ask you to see something clearly and not to be immersed in the past."

"And don't wallow in pain."

"You have to stand up for what you believe in, and it doesn't matter which one."

"Get over it, your future is bright." Song Qingyan said smoothly, and said the usual routines that he used to say before.

Song Jingmo laughed again.

She saw a pair of golden eyes.

Bright golden, brighter than the stars in the sky.

This time the force was heavier, and it directly pulled her out of the illusion in her heart.

The little Song Jingmo sat cross-legged on the platform in the center of the Sea of ​​Consciousness, closing her eyes to accept her share of inheritance.

She didn't see it, but a smaller tiger cub appeared in her sea of ​​consciousness, gestured at her several times, but didn't scratch it in the end, just yanked her sleeve with its tail, and then it was quiet Lie quietly beside her.

Song Qingyan reminded him several times that the consumption was too intense, and he didn't have the extra energy to pay attention to Song Jingmo who had escaped from the illusion of his mind.

There will never be any accidents in the place of inheritance of the sect.

When Song Jingmo opened his eyes after accepting the inheritance, there was a touch of purple hidden in the black eyes.

The tiger cub lay beside her, snoring a little as if exhausted.

Song Jingmo was completely relieved after penetrating into the Myriad Beast Orb with his soul power to perceive Song Qingyan's situation.

She doesn't want to drag anyone down, doesn't want to be a nuisance.

So she has been working hard not to become a burden, and even wants to help more.

The cultivation base successfully broke through to the fifth floor, and it was only a short distance from breaking through to the sixth floor.

Wuling Valley's rules hadn't started to drive people away, and it happened that she was not in a hurry to leave, so she sat down cross-legged again and practiced new exercises.

The mental method has no name, but it will perfectly match the exercises she is practicing now, allowing her to convert the power of the stars into spiritual power, and also allow her to temporarily convert spiritual power into the power of the stars.

There is plenty of aura here, so Song Jingmo began to try to use spiritual power to convert the power of the stars to condense the second star.

Inside, the wind is calm and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.

Nan Tao, who was waiting outside, couldn't calm down.

She felt that there were too many peach blossoms, which affected her sight.

The layers of peach groves also made her feel a little bored.

"Senior Sister Putao, hasn't Junior Sister come out of the place of inheritance?" The radish heads who took a bite with the leftover radish ball soup appeared one by one.

"Senior Sister Taotao, when will Junior Sister come out?"

"Senior Sister Putao—"

Nan Tao's eyes swept over with a sense of oppression.

The third radish head held back for a while, but still couldn't hold back, and said weakly: "Senior Sister Taotao, the senior sister of the sect leader seems to be out of seclusion." After recovering from cultivation, their relationship with the senior sister in charge is not very close.

Compared with Nan Tao, who looks like a little baby, the senior sister in charge is much harder to approach.

At the age when they like to play the most, the senior sister in charge of the sect has to restrain their temperament and practice.

Nan Tao just led them to do this and that, and the senior sister in charge asked them to do this and that to meet the standards, and there were clear rewards and punishments.

All the disciples of the Qingling Sect love and "hate" the senior sister in charge.

"How is it?" A clear female voice came from behind.

Nan Tao's body froze, and she forced a smile: "Little junior sister has been in for two hours."

No wonder Nan Tao was worried.

Ordinary disciples of the Qingling Sect go in to find the inheritance. It only takes half an hour to an hour. The time in Wuling Valley is different from the time outside, and no one knows the exact time ratio.

Nan Tao can only estimate and judge.

The woman in Tsing Yi stretched her hand into the stream, and got up after a while.

"It's okay, let's go back first, Nan Tao stays."

The radish heads dispersed obediently, leaving the woman in Tsing Yi and Nan Tao waiting at the ferry.

"It's been two hours—"

"Little junior sister is cultivating in Wuling Valley, and it is the critical moment to break through. I reckon she will come out soon." Yin Zhihua's voice was flat.

After hearing this, Nan Tao stopped asking.

The familiar boat wobbled into view and quickly landed.

Song Jingmo was about to jump onto the shore when a soft white hand was first passed over.

"Come up."

(End of this chapter)