Chapter 207 She is my mother

Bing Ling was puzzled. "I can sense that your strength is at the peak of the seventh level. The strength of the Chaos Beast cannot break through the peak of the seventh level. The pressure of the divine beast has absolute suppression on other monsters. Why can't you defeat the Chaos Beast?"

"Besides, no one who left said there were any mythical beasts in the secret realm of Zaitian Mountain."

Ling Chui was silent for a while, then turned and walked into his wooden house. "Come in, it's not tiring to stand in the air and talk."

After hearing this, several people entered the wooden house.

"It's not that I can't defeat the Chaos Beast, it's that I can't resist the mind-affecting fog in the center of the mountain." Ling Chui said.

"Oh?" Bing Ling raised her eyebrows.

"The fog in the center of the mountain is extremely strong and can affect our minds." Ling Chui looked at him. "Originally, there were six mythical beasts in Zai Tian Mountain: Pi Xiu and I, and our respective parents."

"But the Pixiu has been affected by the mist and has become an accomplice of the Chaos Beast. He knows all my weaknesses, and I am in danger myself."

"Why are you in this secret place of Zaitian Mountain filled with ferocious beasts?"

"We are the guardians of the Demon God's inheritance. Our parents were the Demon God's subordinates. They were affected by the fog and lost their minds. In order to avoid killing each other and becoming accomplices of the Chaos Beast, they blew themselves up." There was sadness in Ling Chui's eyes.

"Originally, the Hun'e Beast wasn't the only peak-level ferocious beast in Zaitian Mountain. All of the ferocious beasts were at the peak of the ninth level. However, when our parents self-destructed, they used the power of the explosion to kill them."

"The Pixiu was affected by the mist and wanted to self-destruct, but I stopped him."

"What is that mist?" Song Ningshu couldn't help but ask.

"That's the evil left behind by the alien race. The Wood God died before the Demon God, and this last bit of evil energy couldn't be expelled." Ling Chui clenched his fist. "Within the body of the Chaos Beast lies the soul of an alien race, the remnant soul of one of their kings."

"The seal within the Demon God's legacy seals the evil left behind by the alien race. If the Demon God's seal is broken, the evil will completely envelop Zai Tian Mountain. Then, it won't just be the mist at the center of Zai Tian Mountain that will affect the mind. The entire Zai Tian Mountain will become a Shura field."

"Therefore, the Demon God's inheritance restriction cannot be lifted. If it is lifted, what is the meaning of our parents' sacrifice?"

"If the seal of Zai Tian Mountain is broken, the cultivation of all the ferocious beasts will directly leap to the peak of the ninth level. How many cultivators outside will be enough for them to slaughter?"

"I've always been curious about what the so-called alien races are." Song Ningshu asked.

Everyone in Jiuzhou knows that the aliens are terrifying and murderous, but no one has ever known what the aliens look like.

All the fragments are just fragments, and it is impossible to piece together the complete picture.

Ling Chui looked at her and said, "They don't look like any cultivators in Jiuzhou. They don't look like humans, monsters, or demons."

"They are just a mass of ghost-like things of various shapes, covered in eyes, mouthparts, and tentacles, all pitch black. They are adept at transforming, and can take on the form of you, me, or any other race, all with the same aura. The moment they see you, they can silently steal all your memories."

"One hundred thousand years ago, countless races perished at the hands of their so-called companions."

"They are good at devouring. After their own world was destroyed, they set their sights on other worlds. Jiuzhou is not their only target, but it is the only one that has survived and not become their food."

Ling Chui approached her, "Your ability can break the situation for a human carrying the aura of the Wood God."

Song Ningshu felt surprised but also felt it was reasonable. After all, the Kunpeng in front of her had lived for 100,000 years, and her parents were subordinates of the demon god. It was not surprising that she knew of the special aura.

"Since I know the interests involved and I have a talent, I will naturally not ignore it."

Bai Yao came out of the space and asked, "Can I ask you something?"

"Ask." Ling Chui nodded. He naturally saw Bai Yao's true identity.

"Have you ever seen the person in the painting?" Bai Yao took out the painting that Bai Chou gave him.

Ling Chui looked at Bai Yao again, and a thought flashed through his mind.

The painting shows a woman with a faint smile.

"Who is she to you?"

"My mother."

"She's underground in the heart of the mountain range, hanging on by a thread."

Seeing Bai Yao's expression change, Ling Chui continued, "She mistakenly entered the center of the mountain range, and her mind has been affected. She sealed herself away, and now she is only relying on an obsession to hold on. She must be thinking about someone."

"The last time I saw her was a month ago. She was protected by a layer of White Tiger Clan restrictions, so the Chaos Beast couldn't hurt her."

Bing Ling patted Bai Yao's shoulder and said, "Don't worry, little cub. We will definitely be able to rescue your mother."

Ling Chui pointed at Song Ningshu and said, "If she wasn't there, I would think you were dreaming, but with her here, it's a different story."

The vitality of wood is hope, which can dispel all evil and turbidity.

Ling Chui clenched his fist, and it seemed that Pi Xiu would have a chance to regain consciousness.

"Bingling is right." Song Ningshu also comforted her.

"How many of you are here?" Ling Chui asked.

"Fifty." Song Ningshu took out the map and saw that everyone was moving quickly towards their location.

Except for Lu Yilin, she should still be promoted.

"In that case, we can be considered allies, right?" Bing Ling said.

Ling Chui glanced at him and said, "Yeah."

"Then lend me your place to heal his wounds. Otherwise, it wouldn't be a good thing if he really went blind." Bing Ling pointed at Ye Qingzhou.

After all, he is the master's cousin-in-law.

"Go ahead." Ling Chui leaned against the door.

"Thank you." Song Ningshu thanked him softly, asked Ye Qingzhou to sit down, and he treated his injuries.

"Hey, Kunpeng, when our people arrive later, can you please open the restrictions outside?" Bing Ling came close to Ling Chui.

"We'll talk about it after they arrive." Ling Chui raised his eyes and said, "Also, my name is Ling Chui."

"Oh, my name is Bingling."

Ling Chui nodded.

After healing Ye Qingzhou's injuries, Song Ningshu withdrew his hand and said, "Okay, I should be able to see clearly now."

Ye Qingzhou opened his eyes and saw Song Anran clearly. He first thanked Song Ningshu: "Thank you, Sister Ningshu."

After marrying Song Anran, Ye Qingzhou also changed his way of addressing her to "Fairy Lingyue" and called her Sister Ning Shu just like Song Anran.

Song Ningshu shook his head, "You're welcome."

Afterwards, Ye Qingzhou held Song Anran's hand and said with a smile, "Finally, I don't have to worry about being disliked by you."

Although she knew he was joking, Song Anran still laughed angrily, "Am I that kind of person?"

Ye Qingzhou hugged her and said coquettishly: "I was wrong. I shouldn't have made such a joke."

Song Ningshu turned her eyes away, not wanting to look at the two people being so clingy, and suddenly wondered, are she and Qi Yangui also so clingy?

Even if he is clingy, it is the eldest brother who is clingy. Song Ningshu nodded in his heart.

Just as he was about to walk out, he felt a shake. Ling Chui's restriction was hit hard by an external force and was shaking continuously.

Ling Chui looked outside, pursed his lips, and said solemnly, "It's Gu Che."

Bing Ling stood up and asked, "Pixiu?"