My filial piety has deteriorated, so I have no choice but to be a rebellious disciple

There are different levels of learning and specialization. Yue Yingying, as a monk in the Bagua Realm, must know more about alien spirits and monsters than he does.

Yue Yingying opened her mouth softly and said word by word:

"Use yourself as bait!"

Ling Xiaodong couldn't understand.

"Master, explain clearly, what should I do?"

Yue Yingying shook her head, pointing at herself:

"You are not the bait, I am the bait!"

Ling Xiaodong stood up suddenly, his brows were furrowed, and he didn't even think about rejecting the proposal directly.

"No! It's too dangerous!"

Yueyingying rolled her eyes at him and explained:

"Plucking the Xuanyang Grass should not cause too much damage to it, otherwise the Xuanyang Qi in its body will overflow into the sky and the earth. This is doomed that we cannot defeat it with force."

She paused, and then said: "Since this Xuanyang grass likes to use its roots to absorb people's souls as nourishment, then we might as well do the opposite and follow its protruding roots to find its souls directly. obliterate."

Ling Xiaodong still frowned. If there was another way, he really didn't want the master to be in danger himself.

"Is there no other way?"

"That's all I can think of, if you have another way to tell."

Ling Xiaodong pondered for a moment, looked at Yue Yingying and said seriously:

"How confident are you, Master?"

Yue Yingying hesitated for a moment.

"Nine percent!"

"How high!"

She put her hands on her hips and proudly raised her slender and fair neck.

"That's right, you don't even look at who I am! How can a mere grass and tree become a spirit, and you can do nothing to me, your master?"

"Then why not ten percent?"

Yue Yingying looked at Ling Xiaodong like a fool.

"The Dao is fifty, and the Tianyan is fourty-nine. It's common sense to escape one of them. Even the immortals of the ten palaces can't count the world's affairs. There will always be accidents in everything."

Ling Xiaodong scratched his head, he was a little embarrassed to show his ignorance in front of his master.

"Then what do I need to do? I can't just watch from the sidelines, can I?"

"When I am fighting that Xuanyang grass, you can just protect my body. At that time, it probably won't be able to distract and manipulate the body. Just wait. After I kill the soul of Xuanyang grass, we will You can go back too."

Yue Yingying suddenly remembered that kiss like a touch of water in the morning, and her face turned red.

"Don't do strange things to my body!"

Ling Xiaodong just felt baffled.

"Huh? Strange thing?"

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Fang Xiaosi looked at Chen Lu in a black dress with boredom.

"Isn't it just eating a few people? Does it take so long to remember?"

In the eyes of Xuanyang Grass, which has matured into plants and trees, all animals are similar, the only difference is the amount of nutrients contained in them, as for whether they have spirituality, it makes no difference to it.

It's just that human beings don't need to practice, they are born with high spiritual intelligence, and the memories they get from them are richer and more interesting, which makes it more fun.

"This Fang Xiaosi is what you want, right?"

Fang Xiaosi looked down at his hands and smiled ferociously.

"It's just you."

Suddenly Fang Xiaosi's body exploded, turning into little stars, directly turning into the most quintessential aura, returning to the world.

"No!"

Chen Lu saw her old friend fly away in front of her eyes, she was distraught, and her voice was like a cuckoo crying blood.

The body that was originally a spirit body appeared and disappeared. Fang Xiaosi was her obsession for 300 years.

Ling Xiaodong could only unilaterally send his own yang energy to Chen Lu, trying his best to keep her from dissipating, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Yue Yingying stretched out her slender fingers to touch the void in front of her.

"receive!"

The Yin-Yang diagram appeared out of thin air, three talents, four images, five elements, Liuhe, seven stars, and eight trigrams. These six layers of gold characters surrounding the Yin-Yang fish turned into pure gold chains, wrapping the fragments that had scattered a little bit of aura.

In the area surrounded by Yue Yingying's spell, time seemed to be reversed, and the scattered aura reunited little by little, and finally turned into a fist-sized baby-shaped light cluster.

With a light wave of her hand, the little baby floated in front of Chen Lu.

Chen Lu stretched out her trembling little hand, as if taking over fragile porcelain, and carefully held the baby in her palm, with tears streaming down her face.

Yue Yingying sighed softly.

"The memories of the past have disappeared, but the original source is still preserved. Say goodbye to her for the last time. She will re-enter reincarnation soon."

In the room, a village woman who had been stationary suddenly started to move. Seeing what Yue Yingying was doing, she was surprised.

"Sure enough, you are more powerful than I thought."

She smiled darkly twice.

"But no matter how powerful it is, it will only become my nourishment in the end."

The ground rolled up, and countless roots broke through the ground. All the wooden houses in the village were overthrown by the huge and dense roots, and flew straight towards Ling Xiaodong and the three of them.

According to the plan, Chen Lu flew out of the area surrounded by Xuanyang grass roots with the baby in her hand, leaving only Ling Xiaodong and Yue Yingying among them.

Ling Xiaodong hugged Yue Yingying and moved left and right among the densely packed tree roots.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Yue Yingying grabbed a tree root beside her.

"Caught!"

Yue Yingying in her arms closed her eyes instantly, and her whole body drooped weakly.

At the same time, all the roots sticking out of the ground stopped at the same time, and all the countless roots lay on the ground.

Only the giant tree in the middle was trembling violently, as if it was entering autumn, and the leaves on the branches kept falling.

It didn't take long for the yellow and green leaves to pile up half a foot thick on the ground.

Ling Xiaodong put Yue Yingying's body on the soft carpet made of leaves, he stared anxiously at Yue Yingying's calm face, waiting for her to wake up.

He can't do anything right now, the only thing he can hope is that Yue Yingying didn't lie to him before, and finally returns safely.

The last time Ling Xiaodong felt so powerless was in Pengcheng when Ye Yiyun's life was at stake.

His unique magical skills were of no use at this time. He felt that he was too lazy to improve his Taoism and made up his mind to make up for his shortcomings after leaving the mountain this time.

Yue Yingying's spirit had just entered Xuanyangcao's body, and before Xuanyangcao could react, she directly suppressed Xuanyangcao with her powerful spirit in the Eight Diagrams Realm.

The giant tree outside has shrunk a lot, and the frequency of leaf fall is faster.

Seeing the sluggish look of the giant tree, Ling Xiaodong knew that the master had the upper hand now, so he let go of his heart a little.

"Hmph! Take it easy."

She began to search for the origin of the soul of the Xuanyang grass. As long as the soul is obliterated, the spirituality can be erased, and the Xuanyang grass can return to its original appearance.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

Xuanyangcao's soul, which was originally suppressed by Yue Yingying, suddenly exploded, and illusory vines entangled her hands and feet together.

"Wait, what's going on!"

Yue Yingying still doesn't know what happened, why the dying Xuanyang Grass can return to light.

A female voice sounded out of thin air, and the voices were layered and inaudible. This was the result of the mixing of the voices of all the villagers in Daughter Village.

"The idea is good. It almost made you succeed. Unfortunately, there is a lava volcano at the bottom of my roots. Can't you think of it? My power here is endless, and you can't consume me."

Numerous roots were inserted into Yue Yingying's body, gradually absorbing the spiritual power in her body.

Ling Xiaodong from the outside world noticed something was wrong, Yue Yingying's complexion suddenly turned pale, and new leaves began to grow on the branches of the giant tree that were already a bit slack.

He didn't know exactly what happened, but something must have happened.

Ling Xiaodong picked up the wooden sword, carried Yue Yingying's limp body, and ran towards the Xuanyang Cao body.

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On the way back to the village, Ling Xiaodong was still a little worried, after all, it was too dangerous to let the soul out of the body.

"Master, I asked you, if, if the escaped one really appears, what should you do?"

Yue Yingying tilted her head and frowned for a while, then replied:

"Then we can only cut down the real body of Xuanyang Grass, but if we do this, it will also lose all its potency."

Yue Yingying patted Ling Xiaodong, who looked worried, and comforted her:

"Don't worry! As a teacher with hands and eyes all over the sky, how could this kind of thing happen."

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Now Ling Xiaodong stood in front of a giant tree that could lift the sky with a wooden sword in his hand.

He is facing the most difficult choice in his life.

Save Xiaoyan, or save the master.

Chapter 49 Despair

With the rejuvenation of the giant Xuanyang grass, the originally wilting branches stood up again, and the young leaves from nowhere were pulled out from the branches, and Yue Yingying, who was lying on Ling Xiaodong's back, became weaker and weaker.

Her complexion was as pale as paper, she had neither a heartbeat nor a breath, she just lay limply on Ling Xiaodong's back, and as Ling Xiaodong moved, her limbs swayed feebly.

The time for the soul to leave the body must not exceed half a stick of incense. Once it exceeds, the body will die, and the soul will have nowhere to return.

The tree roots on the ground began to move slowly, gradually stretching towards Ling Xiaodong. In order not to hurt Xuanyang grass, he had to dodge. Fortunately, Xuanyang grass was not fully awake, and these tree roots moved extremely slowly.

Ling Xiaodong was in a state of anxiety at this time, half the time for the incense stick had passed, and according to the original plan, it didn't take a few breaths to complete it. The tree roots on the ground symbolized the awakening of Xuanyang Grass, and the master was still in a state of being out of body.

Because he didn't know anything about the development of the situation, this made him even more anxious, he didn't even know what happened in Xuanyangcao's body.

I can only wait for the remaining half stick of incense, if the master does not come back...

Ling Xiaodong clenched the wooden sword in his hand.

If he could, he would never want to make such a cruel choice in his life.

Time passed minute by minute, but Yue Yingying on her back showed no sign of waking up.

On the contrary, the roots of the trees on the ground moved faster, and the thick wooden branches slammed into the air, and the sound of breaking wind kept ringing.

Ling Xiaodong jumped up and down flexibly among the thousands of dancing branches. Even if the tree whips were so dense, none of them could touch him.

Ling Xiaodong's heart sank gradually, it's been too long, the time for half a stick of incense will soon pass, and if it drags on, Master will never come back.

The giant tree-like Xuanyang Grass suddenly opened a hole in its trunk, chaotic, layer upon layer of female voices came out from the hole.

"Master Ling, what are you still struggling with?"

Ling Xiaodong turned sideways to avoid the oncoming tree roots, and said angrily at the tree:

"What did you do to my master!"

Xuanyang Grass suddenly giggled, its branches shook, and its yellow and green leaves rustled.

"Your master is really a good tonic. Even if I try my best to absorb the spiritual power in her body, I can only absorb half of it. But don't worry, she will stay by my side forever anyway? Why doesn't Mr. Ling come into my body too?" Where is your body with your master?"

Ling Xiaodong's face sank like water, the master really had an accident, it seemed that he was trapped in Xuanyangcao's body.

He turned his head to look at Yue Yingying's fragile and pale fairy dimple, the guilt and distress made him heartbroken, and it was difficult to breathe.