Chapter 770: Muluo beats Song Shao with iron fist, Meier flies to seek evil ancestor

　　 (770 Muluo iron fist beats Song Shao, Meier flies away to seek evil ancestors)
"If this is the case, it is a misunderstanding." Ye Lan said at this time, "This matter has nothing to do with Cuiyu Palace, it is Miss Song's own decision. Then Young Master Song takes the person back and apologizes to everyone in Cuiyu Palace. This is the end of it."
　　 "No!"
Lian Ling, who they thought would be good at talking, was rather tough at this time, coldly invincible: "Song Lan didn't want to return to Song's house, but was caught by this young master Song's certain magical skills. Control it."
　　 Yelan was also taken aback. This is on the site of the Jade Palace, under the eyelids of a goddess of golden core and double flowers. Is Song Ruqing crazy, dare to do things here?
　　 But he changed his mind and felt wrong. Song Ruqing in front of him is obviously a mortal. Even if there were any hidden means, he wouldn't even be confused between mortals and monks?
"Hahahaha," Ye Lan hadn't spoken yet, Song Ruqing had stood up, "Even the elder is a golden pill goddess, can't you see that there are only a few mortals underneath? I am a mortal, and what magical magic can I use? "
　　 He stepped forward and grabbed Song Lan's wrist, and Song Lan cooperated and hid behind him like a frightened kitten. He seized this opportunity and said loudly:
　　 "Don't be afraid, sister! Now I will take you away, I will see who dares to stop! Lord Fu Yin, as the parent officer of the people of Jinyucheng, are you going to sit by and watch these monks oppress my generation?"
　　 After he finished his gesture, he would walk outside the door.
　　 Zhou Ta and others all have calm but playful expressions. They didn't care about Song Lan, but they all ate in the Jade Palace, and looked down on Song Ruqing, and were happy to see the embarrassment of the two sides.
　　Lian Ling's expression has not changed at all. Since Song Ruqing is a mortal, no matter what tricks he plays, as long as the door cannot be opened, he will definitely not get out. Not only was Song Ruqing unable to get out, but even with the guests joining hands, it was not easy to get out.
　　 It's just that she has to find a way to free Song Lan from her control, and this situation will naturally be solved.
　　 Just as Song Ruqing started his performance, she beckoned Lin Meier over, flashed a flash of light in her hand, and gave her a magic weapon.
　　 Lin Meier looked up at Lian Ling who was sitting above. Lian Ling also nodded slightly. She just got up and entered the back hall and disappeared.
　　 Now Song Ruqing is of course a mortal. It's just that there is a line of cause and effect in him that is connected to the Song family ancestor body under the mountain, that is, Ye Nu'er.
　　 This old ancestor has been connected with all his descendants by causation since he planted the karma of 18 heirs.
　　 If he did not see Song Lan with his own eyes, he would not be able to locate the cause and effect, and he would not be able to control Song Lan. But Song Ruqing saw Song Lan here, and he could use Song Ruqing as a relay in an instant to control Song Lan.
　　 The causal line between people, even if the golden core monks can understand the mystery, they can only see the cause and effect connected with themselves. The causal connection between others is invisible as long as it does not involve oneself.
　　 If there is a flow of divine consciousness on the causal line, theoretically even Ling can detect it. Song Ruqing and Song Lan are both mortals, and the flow of divine consciousness needed to control a mortal is extremely weak, and it is easy to be ignored by the monks.
　　 Song Ruqing has long known that fighting here is definitely not the opponent of many masters in Jade Palace. The best way is to let Song Lan take the initiative to go home with him.
　　 "You said you are a mortal? I want to try."
　　 Muluo, who had been silent for a long time, stood up, no one could see her physique, and she was in front of Song Ruqing in a flash. A pair of fiery eyes stared at Song Ruqing up and down and said:
　　 "If you are a mortal, then if I hit you, you won't fight back?"
　　 "Why, do you dare to hit me?"
　　Muluo's realm is as high as Jindan Sanhua, and she is still cultivated. The speed was so fast that Ye Lan had not kept up with his thoughts. Before he had time to do something, Muluo had already slammed a punch.
　　 She hit Song Ruqing's left cheek with this punch. If she punched with all her strength, Song Ruqing's head would have been broken into powder. Fortunately, her Lishan line was weaker than Shuhuang line, but she was better at controlling.
　　 She carefully controlled her strength. Song Ruqing was punched by her, spinning like a spinning top. Then she punched again with her left hand, so that it just hit his right cheek. The top stopped.
　　 Both of Song Ruqing's faces were swollen, and the area of ​​the face seemed to have doubled, and it was so shiny that it was like a huge purple radish. He immediately became unconscious and collapsed to the ground like a dead pig.
　　 Yelan was about to attack, and suddenly Song Lan's whole body shook, and her whole body seemed to wake up from a nightmare. She was originally controlled by the ancestor of the Song family through Song Ruqing through the line of cause and effect. But Song Ruqing passed out, and this control was naturally interrupted.
　　 She was sweating profusely, struggling fiercely, and yelled: "Master, help me! I don't want to go back!"
　　 Lian Ling gently moved his hand, and a gentle mana immediately wrapped it over, and several Shuluoran vines that no one could see entangled Song Lan and pulled it to her. Then she swept the spot coldly and said:
　　 "Everyone has seen it. Song Ruqing is not dead, so please carry him away. See you off!"
　　 When things have reached this point, everyone can see clearly. Especially Ye Lan, could not help cursing Song Ruqing secretly in his heart, how dare you use these little tricks on other people's territory? That is self-inflicted, and the gods are hard to save!
　　As soon as Lin Meier came out of the back hall and came to the courtyard, she immediately jumped up and flew up like a white crane spreading its wings, and gently landed on the top of the tallest pine tree.
　　 The purple light flashed, and the purple glass mirror appeared above her head like a purple full moon.
　　 In the place where the purple light swept, there was a wisp of divine consciousness that was implicated from somewhere on the Qingshi Street below the mountain, flowing faintly in the purple light.
　　 A pair of white winged phantoms grew out of her back. Taking advantage of the wind, she jumped and glide down along the lush hillside.
　　 "Look! Fairy of Cuiyu Palace!" The pilgrims who went all the way to the Cuiyang Hall to offer incense were all stunned by this scene.
　　 Lin Meier was originally a beautiful crane demon, a snow-white dress, a pair of white feather wings, a little blood red between the brows, and a purple bright mirror flying past the top of the tree. Naturally, she was a fairy.
　　 Many pilgrims burned incense and bowed down directly on the spot, and stopped going up the mountain.
　　 It's a pity that such a beautiful scenery lasted less than a moment. Lin Mei'er in the air accelerated rapidly, and soon turned into a ray of white light and disappeared.
　　 In a blink of an eye, a cloud of white light fell from the sky on the bustling bluestone street like a shooting star. The crowd broke apart, but they watched with great interest.
　　 There is a red Lingluo sedan chair on the side of the street, which is covered with gold coin patterns, and seven servants and bearers in gray short clothes are standing around. Only when they saw the white ball of light falling, they didn't change their face and stayed where they were.
　　While the white light dissipated, in the amazed and enviable eyes of the crowds onlookers, I saw a snow-white dress fluttering, with an outstanding figure, and the icy face of Lin Meier came out and walked straight to the sedan chair.
　　 Cuiyang Temple incense is so exuberant, the pilgrims on Qingshi Street are always so crowded, and it is always easy to do it on the streets back then. It has a lot to do with the fact that there are "fairies" passing by Qingshi Street from time to time.
　　 But it’s a rare occurrence for Lin Meier to send out such a big show in a century. The eyes of the spectators around are straight, and they have completely forgotten their own safety.
"who are you?"
　　 A bearer blocked the approach and stopped Lin Meier. This is very unreasonable. Although Lin Meier deliberately suppressed her own spiritual consciousness ~EbookFREE.me~, this bearer is just a mortal, and she should not have the courage to question a perfect female cultivator in the Purple Mansion face to face.
　　 Lin Meier glanced at him, but did not stop. Seeing that she was about to hit, she stretched out her left hand and gently stroked the man's right shoulder, as if she was trying to push the person blocking the road away.
　　 Don't look at her lightly, if the other person is really a mortal, one has to fly ten steps away, at least a comminuted fracture of the shoulder.
　　 But when her fingertips touched the opponent's shoulder and the sound of broken bones came from that shoulder, she suddenly felt a strong golden fire spirit surge. This person's shoulders had instantly turned into a fiery red copper block, which was a lot heavier.
　　 Although the mortal who planted the molten puppet is still a mortal, as long as the body is damaged by an attack, it will automatically activate the fire puppet inside.
　　 Lin Meier frowned slightly, and switched to a pat. The jade palm condensed into a fuzzy sound wave like a rapidly rotating mist, and gently patted the strange man on the shoulder. A violent scream burst out.
　　 The whole body of this person turned into molten copper, and he was slapped, like a huge bronze bell, with a humming sound, mixed with the scream of Lin Meier's palm.
　　 He staggered to the side like drunk himself, giving way.
　　 At this moment, the curtain on one side of the sedan chair moved slightly, and a ray of black shadow flew out like lightning, and flew away like a clear sky.
　　 The speed of flying away, ordinary people can't see what happened. Lin Meier could barely capture a trace with her own spiritual consciousness. This is either an expert who is extremely good at flying, or is a golden core monk.
　　 Lin Meier didn't hesitate, black light flashed between her eyebrows, and the World Extinguishing Hei Sha flew out from her eyebrows, chasing after the flying shadow.