God Destroying Pearl

As soon as these words came out, the air seemed to freeze a little.

Wang Jiuling's tone revealed a complex emotion, including recognition of Song Yun's strength and helpless acceptance of his own fate.

However, in Song Yun's view, this was more like a temptation, an attempt to find a way out in a desperate situation.

Song Yun smiled slightly, his eyes full of sincerity and understanding.

He shook his head slowly and said, "Brother Wang, you are too kind. Do you think I am that kind of person?"

Upon hearing that Song Yun was not here to deal with him, Wang Jiuling's expression instantly changed from nervous to relieved, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

He was stunned for a moment, then his body relaxed involuntarily and a relaxed smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He chuckled and said, "Why didn't you tell me earlier? You made me so nervous."

After saying this, he sat down on the ground without caring about his image and began to regulate his breathing to restore his strength.

Song Yun turned his attention back to the cultivator who was tied up by the space spirit rope.

The monk felt Song Yun's gaze, and a trace of despair and begging flashed in his eyes. He struggled and shouted, "Fellow Daoist, spare my life!"

There was obvious trembling and fear in his voice.

Song Yun knew very well that he must not be soft-hearted towards his enemies, especially those who might pose a threat to himself or his companions.

He shook his head, his eyes firm and cold.

Without any extra words, he drew out his magic sword in an instant, and with a flash of sword light, the cultivator's life came to an abrupt end.

Afterwards, he casually put the spirit sword back into the storage bag, his movements smooth and natural.

After dealing with this monk, Song Yun swept his eyes across the battlefield and began to collect the spoils.

He walked to the fallen monks, searched their storage bags one by one and collected the spiritual weapons they used.

These storage bags often contain a lot of precious cultivation resources or treasures, which are undoubtedly a considerable fortune for practitioners.

Song Yun did not check the things in the storage bag immediately, but put them into his own storage bag one by one, while also not forgetting to pay attention to whether there were other valuable items left out.

During this process, Wang Jiuling sat on the ground to rest, occasionally looking up at Song Yun's busy figure, with a hint of complex emotions flashing in his eyes.

After Song Yun had dealt with the affairs on the battlefield, he slowly walked to Wang Jiuling's side.

There was a warm smile on his face, as if the fierce battle just now had no effect on him at all.

He chuckled and said, "Brother Wang, you have caused quite a stir this time. The entire cultivation world has been shaken. Come on, tell me, have you fallen into the demon tribe's honey trap?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Jiuling gave a bitter smile, which contained both self-mockery and helplessness.

He shook his head and replied, "Brother Song, please stop making fun of me. I was completely framed this time. Although those monsters are cunning, my willpower is still strong and I won't be easily deceived by them."

When Song Yun heard this, the smile on his face deepened a little.

He patted Wang Jiuling on the shoulder to show encouragement and trust.

"I know what kind of person Brother Wang is, otherwise I wouldn't have come all the way to save you. I believe in your innocence."

When Wang Jiuling heard Song Yun's words, a warm feeling surged in his heart.

He looked at Song Yun gratefully and said sincerely, "Thank you, Brother Song, for coming to save me. I will remember this kindness in my heart. No matter what difficulties I encounter in the future, as long as Brother Song says a word, I, Wang Jiuling, will go through fire and water without hesitation."

Song Yun smiled slightly and said, "Brother Wang, you are too polite. However, it is indeed not advisable to stay here for long. In case of any accidents, we should leave here first."

Upon hearing this, Wang Jiuling nodded in agreement. He stood up, shook off the dust on his body, and prepared to evacuate with Song Yun.

Song Yun looked up at the spirit bird on the tree.

"Lingque, come down, let's leave here first."

As he finished his words, the spirit bird on guard in the tree flapped its wings and flew high. Its fat body drew a graceful arc in the air and finally landed steadily on Song Yun's shoulder.

Wang Jiuling witnessed this scene, his eyes full of incredible light. He looked at Song Yun in surprise and said with a smile: "Song Yun, your spirit beast is really unique! It turns out that you like to raise chickens, and you raise them so fat, it's amazing!"

As he spoke, he gave Song Yun a thumbs up, his face filled with admiration.

However, at this moment, the bird on Song Yun's shoulder suddenly spoke, with a bit of dissatisfaction in its voice: "You are the chicken! I am not an ordinary beast, I am the fairy beast Suzaku!"

This sudden "protest" stunned Wang Jiuling for a moment. He widened his eyes and looked at the spirit bird with confusion, as if he had heard some fairy tale.

Seeing this, Song Yun became secretly alert.

He knew very well that the true identity of the spirit bird was very serious. Once leaked, it might bring it endless troubles and dangers.

So, he quickly interrupted Wang Jiuling's thoughts and said with a smile: "Don't worry, brother Wang, it likes to call itself the fairy beast Suzaku, but it is actually just an ordinary spirit beast. Look at its chubby appearance, where is the majesty of a fairy beast?"

As he spoke, he looked at the spirit bird meaningfully, as if suggesting that it should be careful with its words.

The spirit bird obviously realized its slip of the tongue. It snorted, turned its head away, and no longer paid attention to Wang Jiuling's inquiring gaze.

Wang Jiuling nodded, a look of relief on his face: "I told you, the Suzaku is a legendary beast, how could it really exist? But having said that, your beast is really special, especially its size... well, it's really fat."

After saying this, he even swallowed his saliva towards the bird.

When Lingque saw Wang Jiuling swallowing his saliva towards him, his lively eyes instantly widened.

It quickly opened its mouth and said, "What do you mean by swallowing your saliva at me?"

After saying this, the spirit bird seemed to feel that it was not enough, so it used its fat body to move on Song Yun's shoulder, moving as far away from Wang Jiuling as possible.