Yang Huoxin didn't know when he appeared in the field, and with a wave of his sleeve robe, the powerful Xuan Power of the Blood Condensation Realm came out of his body, forcing Yu Ling and Ge Zhonghe back a few steps each.

"My lord!" Ge Zhonghe hurriedly saluted.

Yang Huoxin's gaze was a little strange, and he looked at Yuling carefully for a moment before he muttered, "Your skill ...... It's weird, it's funny, it's funny. ”

Ge Zhonghe was ashamed and said: "This little brother is very skilled, if he continues to fight, I am afraid that I will lose." ”

"Oh, do you know why you lost?"

Ge Zhonghe was stunned and reflected: "First of all, I was a little rash of the enemy, and I wanted to knock out his weapon as soon as I came up, although I got the upper hand in the first round, but from the moment my right hand was paralyzed, I was led away in the whole battle, and the little brother Yu became stronger and stronger, and I couldn't find a chance to turn the tables at all." ”

"It's just scratching the surface. Yang Huoxin said lightly.

Ge Zhonghe was stunned, and after a few seconds, he didn't wait for his next words, and then he fell into thought.

Yang Huoxin walked straight past Yu Ling, and only lightly said the next sentence: "If the nature of your skill is leaked, I am afraid that it will attract countless people to scramble, so you can do it yourself." ”

Yu Ling smiled bitterly, and couldn't explain anything, Yang Huoxin must have thought that the ancient wilderness trick was magically both rigid and soft, with both domineering destructiveness and continuous durability, but in fact, it ...... The latter is only related to his bloodline physique.

However, Yang Huoxin's conclusion was right, if the ancient desolate technique of refining and refining qi was exposed to the eyes of others, Yuling would be in trouble in the future.

"Have all the people arrived?" Yang Huoxin walked to the front of everyone and asked loudly.

Ge Zhonghe seemed to be the leader of the crowd, and when he heard this, he immediately replied: "A total of one hundred and twelve people, all present!"

Yang Zhaoke whispered: "Dad actually got nearly half of the masters, it looks like he's really going to play big this time." ”

"Since I'm idle, on the way, you can introduce me to the other seven blood clotting powerhouses in the barren mountain. Yuling said.

Yuling has never been a person who sits still, so if you know more useful information, you don't have to be in a hurry and unprepared when the time comes.

"Hmm, the number one master under Xue Yuankong is called Li Jieyi, and he is also the only strong person in the late stage of blood coagulation in the barren mountain, and then below is my father's level, there are three people in the middle stage of blood coagulation, and the remaining four are all early stage ...... blood coagulation" Yang Zhaoke introduced them one by one.

As he spoke, everyone had already left Sanhe City and went straight to the barren mountain forbidden land, according to Yang Zhaoke's estimate, they would not be able to reach their destination until tonight at the earliest.

After all, barren mountains are not small.

Sure enough, everyone marched at full speed all the way, with three breaks in between, and it was not until midnight that they came to the vicinity of the forbidden land.

"Take a rest tonight, recuperate, and explore the forbidden land tomorrow. Yang Huoxin gave an order, and everyone quickly began to set up tents, and at the same time allocated the men who took turns to keep vigil.

No one dared to bother Miss Yang to keep vigil herself, so Yuling also enjoyed the same treatment and could rest all night without incident.

Yu Ling quietly entered a state of recuperation, consolidating the realm of new breakthroughs, and Yang Zhaoke didn't bother him, after all, she also knew that a vicious battle was imminent, and the next days would definitely be full of danger.

Before I knew it, it was dawn, and four or five o'clock was the darkest hour before dawn.

Suddenly, a faint flute sound penetrated into Yuling's ears, like resentment, admiration, crying, complaining, the mournful voice lingered, making people feel sad, and they couldn't get rid of it.

Yu Ling's soul sea rippled, and the soul power stirred uneasily, crushing the flute sound fiercely, and Yu Ling couldn't help but wake up suddenly.

Fortunately, Barren Mountain only sealed his soul power in the soul sea, instead of completely wiping out all soul power, otherwise, it wouldn't be long before Yu Ling would definitely be controlled by the sound of this flute, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

When he opened his eyes, Yu Ling saw Yang Zhaoke burst into tears, stood up as if sleepwalking, and walked towards the outside of the tent unconsciously, as if he was dominated by some strange force.

"Yang Zhaoke!" Yu Ling shouted, but she didn't react, just continued to walk in a daze.

Yu Ling was helpless, his soul power was imprisoned in the soul sea, and he only had the power of self-preservation, and he couldn't help Yang Zhaoke break free from control.

But it doesn't make sense, shouldn't the barren mountain's suppression of soul power be treated equally, who is playing the flute, isn't his soul power affected?

Yuling hesitated for a moment and followed Yang Zhaoke out of the tent, only to find that the surroundings were quiet and quiet, and there was no spectacular scene of everyone "sleepwalking" together.

The marrow cleansing warrior who kept vigil couldn't wake up, as if he was just sleepy and asleep, neither summoned by the sound of the flute, nor did he have any abnormalities on his body, which really made Yu Ling puzzled.

He wasn't a particularly curious person, and he also faintly sensed the aura of danger, so he would rather tie Yang Zhaoke here than use her as bait and follow her to find the owner of the flute.

However, as soon as Yu Ling took out the rope and tied Yang Zhaoke up, a faint white light appeared on her body, and she somehow got out of the rope and continued to move forward.

Yu Ling tried to grab her arm, and that strange layer of white light resurfaced again, like a slippery loach twisted slightly, and before Yu Ling could understand what was going on, Yang Zhaoke had already walked away.

This kind of thing was really beyond his comprehension, and it was even more incredible than a ghost story.

This flute sound can not only summon spirits, but also attach a layer of white light? Moreover, why is it treated differently, as if only Yang Zhaoke was sleepwalking alone?

Yu Ling suddenly thought of something, estimated Yang Zhaoke's travel speed, and after confirming that she couldn't go too far in a short period of time, she hurried to the tent where Yang Huoxin was.

No matter what supernatural events you encounter, find a master to find out the situation first.

As a result, when the curtain of the tent was lifted to block the wind, Yuling was stunned.

It was empty, and Yang Huoxin had disappeared at some point.

What about people? Such a big living person, or a strong person in the middle stage of blood coagulation, wouldn't he suddenly disappear? Even if he wasn't a soul master, he shouldn't be easily controlled by the sound of the flute.

Yu Ling felt that things were going more and more weirdly, as if an invisible black hand was stirring in the dark, and a heavy fog was entangled and covered him, so that he could only passively fall into the whirlpool, and he couldn't see the truth of everything clearly.

But after a few seconds, Yu Ling calmed down again, and he couldn't escape from the matter so far, instead of passively waiting for death, it was better to follow Yang Zhaoke to see who was making trouble!

By the time Yuling found Yang Zhaoke again, she had already walked unconsciously to a canyon, and after passing through this canyon, she arrived at the barren mountain forbidden land.

Is it the sound of a flute coming from inside the forbidden land?

Yu Ling was slightly surprised, Xuan Li gathered to the peak, and cautiously looked at the dark night around him, as if an unknown monster would pounce out at any time.

After passing through this canyon, Yu Ling felt the surrounding scene twist and shake, and then a new world appeared in front of him.

White fog, the vast white fog, I don't see the ancients before, and I don't see the comers after.

Why is there nothing? There must be a way, right? Yuling looked left and right in confusion.

Suddenly, a winding stone road appeared at his feet, suspended in this white world, and the white mist on the side of the road was surging, boundless, and he didn't know what the consequences would be if he stepped out.

Such a strange scene can only be encountered by Yuling when he dreams.

And Yang Zhaoke had already walked forward along the stone road without stopping, walking towards the unknown distance.