When Lin Han woke up and turned around, the sky was already bright.

He found himself still sleeping in the dilapidated room he had found the previous night, covered with a turquoise garment, apparently sent back by Fairy Yao. At the end of the blood pact last night, he only remembered that he was in severe pain all over his body, trembling and shivering, and Kunpeng also let out a wail, and in the end, he couldn't support it anymore, so he fainted.

However, as soon as his mind moved, he sensed that something was wrong.

He seemed to hear another voice in his own sea, like a child.

It is not appropriate to say that it is a voice, it is more like a kind of thought, appearing in his sea of consciousness out of thin air, as if this body contains two souls, which is both novel and a little weird.

That mind was obviously adapting to that feeling, too.

But probably because of his simple mind, that mind quickly got used to such a symbiotic relationship, and then swam in Lin Han's sea of consciousness very happily, and while swimming, he learned to call Lin Han from the little spirit: "A-Niang!"

"Don't call me A-Niang!" Lin Han scolded, and then realized that he could hear it without speaking, so he said in his heart: "Call me master." ”

"Okay. "The little fat fish is very aggrieved, and he doesn't swim as happily as he did just now.

"I'm going to give you a name. Lin Han said in his heart, who knew that as soon as he finished thinking about it, the voice shouted anxiously: "Aren't I called Little Fat Fish?"

In fact, Lin Han had only called it a little fat fish in his heart, but since he liked the name, Lin Han didn't bother to change it.

"Little fat fish, do you have any powerful tricks, like last night's Chongming Bird Xie Xi. We've been getting into □□ lately, and we may have to work together to fight. ”

The little chubby fish pondered for a while.

"I'll eat other monsters, count?"

"Not really. ”

The little fat fish looked very disappointed, and swam dejectedly for a while, and then shouted: "I am still young, and when I grow up a little more, I will become more powerful." ”

"Then you have to grow up quickly," Lin Han told it unhurriedly, "because we don't have time." I'm out of consciousness now, and I can only rely on you to protect the two of us. ”

If the little fat fish had a chest, it was estimated that it would be a shocking shot now.

"It's okay! I'll protect you...... The host's. The little fat fish said very vigorously, probably because he felt that he was now the pillar of the family, and he also asked Lin Han very assertively: "What about the little spirits?"

"I entrusted them to a senior. You also saw that senior last night, the fairy who healed your wounds and made a blood pact for the two of us. Lin Han has always communicated with the demon spirit medicine spirit of human nature on an equal footing, even if the mind of the little fat fish is only equal to a child of a few years old at best, he patiently explained to him: "Because we are going to meet very bad people." ”

"Very bad guy?" Fat Fish was still a little overwhelmed.

"Yes, very bad people. Lin Han told him with a solemn expression: "The bad guys who will snatch Xiao Ling and Ah Fu away from refining into pills." ”

The little fat fish trembled, obviously it was very cruel to take Xiao Ling to the alchemy pill in his opinion. After the fairy grass was refined into a spirit pill, it lost its consciousness, which was equivalent to the death of a human being. But he still shouted bravely: "A-Niang, don't be afraid! I will protect you!"

Although Lin Han knew how dangerous the next road was, and he also knew that the cultivation of the little fat fish fairy Ah was far from being able to protect himself, he was still amused.

In fact, before concluding the blood contract, he asked Concubine Yao for two things.

The first thing is to ask Fairy Yao to take care of the two little medicine spirits, with the style of Yuntian Sect and the heart of Xuanjizi, it doesn't matter if you rob Kunpeng, the two little medicine spirits are immortal herbs, and it is normal to catch them to practice the elixir by the way. Lin Han can't protect himself now, so he can only entrust Xiao Ling and Ah Fu to Nanyao Island. Nanyao Island treats demon beasts very kindly, and Fairy Yao should also protect Xiaoling and them in his face.

The second thing is to ask Fairy Yao to find out Yan Feiwen's whereabouts on his behalf, and if he can find it, he will ask Fairy Yao to pay thirty Linghui Early Stage Spirit Beast Inner Dan to Yan Feiwen for him.

In fact, when he was scattered and fled for his life in that valley, he faintly felt that what Yan Feiwen said was not very credible, and under the siege of the personal disciples of the three major sects, he would not escape so easily. But Lin Han didn't know how serious Yan Feiwen's injuries were at that time and how dangerous the situation was until Fairy Yao told her about the blue dye's broken arm.

It must be a very tragic scene that can make people as indifferent as Ji Mingyue get out of control.

If you can see him again, be sure to thank him.

In fact, I didn't feel anything at the time, but now I look back, when I was in the woods of the secret realm, everyone gathered around the bonfire together, Yan Feiwen was blowing conch, two little medicine spirits were lying on his knees dozing, Ji Biao had a cold expression, holding the flying sword and gnawing on the roasted rabbit......

That's the best of times.

At that time, I didn't know what was waiting for you in front of you, so I didn't feel precious. Who knew that in the blink of an eye, it would be torn apart and scattered all over the world. Ji Biao is in Luofu Mountain, Yan Feiwen's life and death are unknown, the two little medicine spirits went to Nanyao Island, and he is also going to the unpredictable Yuntian Sect, I don't know when I will see each other again. I don't know if there will be such a good time in the future-

After leaving Zhongzhou City, after another day's walking, the large team of the Cloud Sky Sect entered the dense forest.

This is the northernmost point of the dense forest, through the dense forest, and then three thousand miles of sea sand and white realm, it is the territory of the Yuntian Sect.

On the night of entering the dense forest, everyone camped to rest, this was the first time Lin Han saw the formation cooperation of the Yuntian Sect, first a small group of disciples who were responsible for opening the way used gold spells and fire spells to clear a large open space in the dense forest. Then the disciple in charge of logistics used a set of earth-based spiritual weapons to directly build an earthen city of dozens of zhang on the ground. The escort team laid out many formations, distributed the tonic elixir in logistics, and placed the disciples to rest. But those who listened to the arrangement were all second- and third-generation disciples, many of whom were looking for resting places by themselves, and those who used the wood-based formation to summon thousands of rattans to weave a huge rattan cage in the air, and those who used the earth-based formation to escape directly into the ground with themselves. The Yuntian Sect is up and down, Xuanjizi himself is mercenary, and the disciples also calculate each other, like enemies, even in their own sect, they don't dare to trust anyone around them.

But what Lin Han remembered the most was a disciple in black.

That black-clothed disciple was unusually young, almost the same age as Lin Han, his face was pale, thin, and his temperament was indifferent, but the other disciples were very afraid of him. When he reached the north side of the clearing, everyone hurriedly dodged. He didn't say hello, as soon as he raised his hand, countless silver spikes directly appeared from the ground, like countless scythes emerging from the soil, extremely sharp, some disciples couldn't dodge, and they were almost pierced through the heart.

He occupied a half-mile radius like this, and just when Lin Han wondered how he was going to rest, those half-zhang high metal spikes gathered like a school of fish, gathering into a sharp blade flower, and the black-clothed disciple jumped up and landed in the center of the flower. The scythe-like blades slowly closed like a shark's fangs, engulfing his form.

The bladed ball rested silently on the north side of the clearing, and no one dared to come within half a mile of him all night.

Only Lin Han had been staring at this formation from afar, and he couldn't tell what he was attracted to, but he instinctively couldn't help but observe that formation. Hundreds of sharp blades with cold light are gathered together in an orderly manner, forming complex and delicate lines, with the unique indifferent texture of metal in the night, forming a bud-like ball that makes people unable to take their eyes off.

Although Lin Han's spiritual sense was damaged, his former height was there, and his understanding of spiritual consciousness was not lost, he knew that controlling so many blades at the same time was by no means something that could be completed by one person's spiritual sense, and the spiritual fairy said that the road to spiritual consciousness growth was like sailing against the current, and the more you went to the back, the more difficult it was to advance. Lin Han's spiritual sense had almost reached the bottleneck of the condensation stage, and although this black-clothed disciple was powerful, it was impossible for him to be several times that of Lin Han. It is precisely because of this that it seems that the formation of Yuntian Sect is exquisite.

Lin Han is really interested in the formation, otherwise he wouldn't have seen that this formation would not be able to walk. If his spiritual sense was still there, let him carefully study the spiritual weapon carved with this formation, maybe he could copy this formation like he copied the formation of Qianqiu Pavilion.

It's a pity that no one gave him a chance.

When Lin Han was carefully observing the details of this formation, a few disciples quietly fell behind him, who seemed to have a high status in the Yuntian Sect, wearing black robes embroidered with gold threads, and their attitudes were also very indifferent: "You are Lin Han, come with us." ”

"Where are you going?" Lin Han asked knowingly. When he spoke, the right hands of these black-clothed disciples were hidden in their sleeves, obviously to prevent Lin Han from resisting.

"The sect wants to see you. ”