Hammer in her left hand, sword in her right, the eldest sister is connected to both worlds.

Chapter 626 Asking Some Sharp Questions

"The twin hibiscus trees have existed for ten thousand years, their destinies intertwined."

Shang Ling looked at Xue Lan, whose expression was calm, her voice filled with regret and longing:

"Yet, two tree spirits with completely different personalities were born."

"He likes to stay alone and study magic, but I always think about leaving the vast East Sea one day to see the beautiful landscape of the Yuanming Realm."

The woman smiled and asked Xue Lan, "Lord Wolf, do you think Shang Ling's ideas are a bit unconventional for a tree?"

"It doesn't matter."

Xue Lan spoke softly, and the lantern in the woman's hand spun continuously, gradually making the previously indistinct sound of chains clearer. This gave Shang Ling the feeling that the soul-locking demon was right behind her.

"No one says a tree has to stay in its place forever."

After saying this, a bright and hot golden flame suddenly appeared at the Wolf King's fingertip.

Wu Jin, who had remained silent since Shang Ling's appearance, widened her eyes slightly, her voice filled with disbelief:

"Blazing Sun... no..."

"Soul magic?"

"Fellow Daoist Wu Jin has excellent eyesight." Xue Lan toyed with the golden flame burning at her fingertips, her words tinged with a smile:

"Several years ago, Xue Lan found the essence of the Golden Crow in Mingyangchuan and was able to borrow the blazing flames of the sun."

"Unfortunately, life is unpredictable..."

Xue Lan waved her hand, and the burning "blazing sun" at her fingertips rolled down, losing its bright gold color as it fell, revealing a mixture of blue and red flames.

Shang Ling, who was rushing towards the strange flame, suddenly stopped, looking lost and dejected.

"So it was Bifang."

The woman murmured, slowly raising her hand to catch the dissipating flame of Bifang.

"I thought, I thought..."

I thought it was someone I wanted to see.

The fire of Bifang landed in the woman's palm, but it passed straight through her hand and fell down.

Shang Ling was stunned for a moment, floating in mid-air as she watched the strange fire dissipate.

Yinhun turned her head in Xue Tong's arms and quietly looked at Shang Ling.

Since inheriting the laws of reincarnation that Heaven had prepared for her long ago, the little girl's perception of the soul has become increasingly detailed and intense.

When the strange fire slipped away from Shang Ling's fingertips, Yin Hun sensed a loneliness from her that she had never felt before.

Shang Ling's lingering soul was unstable, like frost flowers forming on a window in winter.

But even this fragile remnant soul is burdened by a loneliness as vast as a towering mountain.

Sensing her daughter's gaze, Xue Lan glanced at Yin Hun slightly, then looked at Shang Ling.

A woman in plain white clothes floated silently above the sea, like a lonely soul wandering the world with nowhere to go.

wrong……

She is a lonely soul.

One of the two demon lords of the Fusang Divine Tree died many, many years ago, leaving behind only a wisp of soul with deep obsession, forever trapped in the East Sea.

The fire of Bifang went out as it fell into the sea, and Xue Lan's calm voice reached Shang Ling's ears:

"I obtained the Golden Crow Essence in Mingyangchuan. It's a pity that the senior and her blazing sun flames were annihilated while fighting the demon god."

I guess so.

Shang Ling retreated back to the Fusang tree like a light cloud.

"Her hatred of evil was so strong... it's a good outcome after all."

After saying this, the woman looked up at the lush branches of the hibiscus tree.

The body, which had been dead for a long time, could no longer grow leaves. Ten thousand years ago, it was full of lush green leaves, but now only gray and rotten wood remained.

Behind the many branches, a dilapidated bird's nest lies quietly.

That was Uda's home, a home that had been placed on the Fusang tree for tens of thousands of years.

It was the residence of an old friend that Shang Ling kept even after his own death and disappearance.

She will never see the birds return home.

As if she had made a momentous decision, Shang Ling turned her gaze away from the bird's nest and looked at Xue Lan with a smile:

"With my true form like this, and the ground beneath the tree littered with the corpses of the Eastern Sea creatures, isn't Lord Wolf curious?"

"Please wait a moment, senior." Xue Lan hung the Soul-Searching Lamp on a branch of the Fusang tree and gently touched the lampshade with her fingertip.

The lantern's flame flickered wildly, and Shang Ling saw the woman in black rummage through her wide sleeves for a while before finally pulling out a small, jet-black ball:

"I knew it would come in handy eventually."

The woman placed the black bead into the lampshade, and the flickering candlelight immediately calmed down.

A moment later, several strands of milky-white soul energy emanated from it, gently wrapping around Shang Ling's wrist and helping her stabilize her teetering soul.

Shang Ling looked at her wrist for a long time before slowly speaking:

"Can this still happen?"

Lord Wolf took a small stool from his sleeve, sat down directly in front of Shang Ling, and nodded proudly:

"To be honest, senior, Xue Lan has some expertise in soul techniques."

Shang Ling slowly shook his head:

"This is no longer just a matter of having some skill. Fellow Daoist, your control over the soul is already comparable to some of the great demons I have seen before."

"The great demon that the senior has seen?"

Xue Lan chuckled: "Really? Xue Lan will definitely want to learn from you sometime."

A thick tree root extended from behind Shang Ling, and the woman sat back down.

"Most of my old acquaintances have vanished into thin air, doesn't Lord Wolf know that?"

Xue Lan manually turned the Soul-Binding Lamp hanging on the tree branch, smiled, and remained silent.

The inner demon flicked its large tail, knowing that Lord Wolf was probably thinking about life and death again.

Looking at Xue Lan's obedient smile, Shang Ling sighed helplessly and said:

"You can ask questions now."

Xue Lan: "What's the problem?"

Shang Ling really couldn't understand it. He was clearly a god of war who had cultivated for thousands of years and caused headaches for the demon race.

How come when they were in front of me, their souls were not only strange, but their personalities were also as unconventional and capricious as a junior?

The woman lowered her voice slightly:

"The question I just raised, or perhaps... does Lord Wolf wish to ask something else?"

"This is it!"

"To be honest, Xue Lan wants to ask some rather pointed questions."

Shang Ling shook her head dismissively: "It's nothing."

"Just ask."

Xue Lan revealed a smile of eager anticipation, then decisively waved to the crowd behind her:

"Would you like to come and sit down?"

Just as Qiu Yinzhen and the others were hesitating, Xiao Tong, a girl on the side, took a step forward.

Xue Lan has already told them to go over, so there must be no danger.

Even if there is danger, Lord Wolf can handle it.

In some ways, Miss Xiaotong blindly trusts Xue Lan.

Then Shang Ling saw the girl who had been hiding in front of the black wolf fly over lightly, reach out to Xue Lan, and say nothing.

Shang Ling: What are you doing?

No sooner had the question arisen in Lord Fusang's mind than Xue Lan provided the answer.

Lord Wolf skillfully pulled a second small stool from his sleeve:

"Sit back, don't block my view."

Shang Ling: "Who would carry two stools in their sleeve?"

Xue Lan smiled sheepishly:

"Please don't be offended, senior. Xue Lan has always enjoyed collecting things."

Xue Tong sat obediently with the Soul Guide in her arms, imitating Xue Lan by resting her chin on the little girl's head.

Did the people behind her see her? One by one, they walked over nervously.

Then Shang Ling saw Xue Lan pull out several small stools from her sleeve.

Lord Wolf King, like a responsible parent, arranged for his companions to sit down, then looked at Shang Ling with a slight smile.

"Since you said you can ask whatever you want, then Xue Lan won't stand on ceremony."

"I would like to ask... is Shang Xun dying soon?"