Under the dim sky, Xu Qing's figure stood at the top of the flesh mountain that was filled with divine might and stared at the sky.
The moment his gaze landed on Ling'er's soul body, the little white snake in his sea of consciousness also opened its eyes. It sensed something and let out a sound.
"Gurgle, gurgle…"
As the soul voice of the same source appeared, Ling'er's soul in the air trembled and wanted to lift her head to sense it.
However, the 18 green fog dragons and snakes in the surroundings suddenly swam around and emitted dense luck, forming a shackling force that blocked Ling'er's senses.
The moment luck burst forth, the little white snake in Xu Qing's sea of consciousness instinctively emitted a hint of desire.
These dragons and snakes were formed from the luck of the Ancient Spirit Race.
Their appearances were clear and their scales emitted green light and were lifelike.