In the pile of rocks, there was a large pool of blood, Jiang Ning dodged down, squatted on the messy stone pile, and reached out to touch the blood stains on the ground.

"Warm. Jiang Ning muttered to himself, and subconsciously wanted to see if the person was really dead, if he was still alive, he might as well save him.

Raise his hand and wave a true qi, wanting to clean up all the messy stone piles on the ground and rescue the people who were crushed underneath.

However, Jiang Ningdao's true yuan of the realm was like a breeze falling on those stones and clods, raising up the dust in the sky, but the stones were still there, not moving at all.

"Cut," Jiang Ning pouted, "I know it's not that easy." ”

Squatting there and weighing the weight of the stones, and finding that he could still lift them with some of his strength, he simply stood up, bent down, and pulled the stones out little by little.

During this period, the corner of his eye inadvertently saw the side ahead, and suddenly it was a spirit.

From the place more than ten zhang away in front, there will be a grave bag or cemetery every ten zhang distance, which extends densely, like an endless hill.

Jiang Ning's goosebumps all over his body rose.

"I didn't expect that there would be such a huge cemetery in this misty forest!"

"Ahem!"

When the two boulders pressed on his chest were moved away by Jiang Ning with all his might, the man lying on the ground seemed to be back to light, gasped hard, and then coughed wildly, while coughing, there was red blood and saliva sliding down his chin on his clothes, sticking to each other, the pungent smell of blood spread almost throughout the gravel pit, Jiang Ning frowned, or stepped forward to help the person up from the ground, one hand gently patted his back, trying to help him breathe。

The man's face turned purple, and he kept coughing violently, but it didn't get better, as if something was stuck in his throat.

Jiang Ning only made contact with this person's body at the beginning, and he could feel that his physical strength was only slightly weaker than his own, obviously, the life in this new misty forest, and even other dead things, their strength was about the same level as his own, in such an environment, even if Jiang Ning's own strength was not limited, but compared with the two, he was almost equivalent to an ordinary mortal at the moment.

This is also another means of restricting the strength of cultivators by the people who designed the level, but even for Jiang Ning, such a situation is only the second time in his life.

As for the first time, it was naturally the giant scorpion palace that I had just been to not long ago.

After noticing the strange appearance of that person, Jiang Ning immediately used enough true qi to slap the other party's back.

The force of this palm was ingenious, and Jiang Ning tried his best to help him get out of the thing stuck in his throat without aggravating the other party's injury.

The man's lower abdomen was slightly distended, his neck was high, and blood-colored saliva flowed from the corners of his lips, and when he coughed violently, a black light spurted out of his mouth with blood.

Jiang Ning's eyes were quick, and he grabbed the black light in his hand.

On the other side, the man who finally spit out something stuck in his throat immediately fell backwards as soon as his body went limp, and even the strong desire to survive in his eyes seemed to be slowly dimming.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Jiang Ning didn't even have time to take a closer look at what he was holding in his hand, so he grabbed the man's back again and said, "Don't die, you!"

The man's eyes stared at Jiang Ning with some resentment, as if to say, "Look at what you said, it's as if Lao Tzu is in a hurry to die!"

Of course, such a look was fleeting, and the man stretched out a hand, grabbed Jiang Ning's wrist tightly, and said intermittently while coughing up blood: "Quick, quick, go... Save... Save people!"

Jiang Ning hurriedly leaned down, leaned his ear against the man's chin, and asked like a cannon, "Who did you save?"

"Lou... Lou... All... At... As he spoke, the man's only breath seemed to have been spit out of his chest, his eyes bulged outward, and the sound of his throat was suddenly interrupted, so he had to use his last strength to forcibly raise a finger, point in a certain direction in the forest, and then tilt his head and lose his breath.

"Cut~" Jiang Ning pursed his lips, as if he was a little unhappy that the person couldn't tell his identity after all, but he also knew that the other party had done his best.

"It's bad luck," Jiang Ning stood up, wiped the blood stains on his body, and said to himself: "Burying two dead people in one day is really unlucky!"

Although he said so, in fact, he was able to bury the legendary True One Realm Immortal today, which was actually a great honor.

The reason why Jiang Ning felt bad luck was because the other party suddenly cheated the corpse for some reason, and sent himself here, which really scared him.

Compared with the corpse of the immortal of the True One Realm, the death of the man in front of him can be said to be very normal.

After examining the man's body and making sure that there were no knife wounds, sword wounds, or poisoning on his body, it was already certain that he had indeed been smashed like that by the suddenly collapsed rock.

Looking at the depth of this pit carefully, Jiang Ning can already determine that this should have been a cemetery, to be precise, he is standing in the tomb right now, but after the tomb collapsed, he was equivalent to standing in the outside world.

What is the purpose of a middle-aged man appearing in the tomb at this time? Why did the tomb collapse? Which woman left the series of footprints and the figure that caught a glimpse of Fang Cai? What kind of relationship did she have with the corpse in front of her?

In just an instant, Jiang Ning thought of a series of questions.

The next moment, he still spread out his right hand and looked at the thing in his palm, the black light that he had just received in his hand.

"Liuli Zhu?" Jiang Ning was stunned for a moment.

I thought it was some kind of amazing treasure, but after a closer look, I found that whether it was the true yuan or the star power, there was no special change after being injected into it.

Jiang Ning then completely focused his attention on this small black glass bead.

As if thinking of something, the heart that had just been put down was lifted again, Jiang Ning only felt that since he came here, although not a single dangerous thing had happened, there was always a creepy feeling, just like a mortal without mana saw a ghost, just like the corpse of the true immortal who was still wandering around him.

With pearls, jade toads, copper coins, and coals in his mouth, those are all the treatment that only the dead will have, and the person is clearly still alive, but why does he have such a glass bead in his mouth?

Could it be that what I just saw was a dead man?

A cool breeze rose, Jiang Ning only felt that his back, neck, and head were cold, as if another yin qi was surrounding him all the time.

"Cluck, cluck!"

A bleak and distant, confused and resentful laughter echoed in the forest, Jiang Ning turned his head suddenly, only to find that the corpse that he had put on the ground was gone without knowing when, and the gravel and clods of soil on the ground were also gone, and when he turned his head, in his field of vision, there was no grave bag and cemetery everywhere, and there was nothing else around except the forest was fog, and there was nothing else except the fog and the forest.

"Illusion?"

Jiang Ning raised his hand, but the pitch-black bead was still in his palm, real, without the slightest feeling of nothingness.

Jiang Ning, who has mastered the power of nothingness, even before comprehending this power, has never experienced such an indistinguishable transformation of truth and falsehood, unknown, unknown, in this misty forest, it seems that everything is unknown.

The unknown brings fear to people, and since Jiang Ning entered this heavenly river, he has also tasted fear that he has not experienced for many years.

A fear that belongs to the Tao and the Heavenly Venerable.

The material of the beads is glass beads, Jiang Ning opened the green electric pupil to the strongest state, the glass beads were infinitely enlarged in front of his eyes, and he himself seemed to have left the body and entered the glass beads.

The beads seemed to be filled with some kind of liquid, it seemed to be water, and it didn't seem to be, here, Jiang Ning found that he couldn't rely on his previous judgment to determine what it was, so he simply didn't think much about it.

With a slight movement of the palm of the hand, the liquid inside the bead also shook faintly.

Seeing the transparent liquid swaying slightly in the black beads, Jiang Ning was stunned again.

Under the super dynamic vision of the green electric pupil, Jiang Ning clearly saw that there was actually an almost transparent object in the liquid.

It was suspended in a transparent liquid that would not have been noticed unless you looked closely.

The glass beads were originally only the size of the fingers of a thumb, and the things suspended in the liquid were naturally even smaller.

Jiang Ning's differentiation revealed a wisp of primordial power, and when he penetrated into it, he was actually blocked out by the skin of the small glass marble.

In desperation, he could only rely on his powerful eyesight to judge the shape of the object inside the marble.

It's just that there seems to be some mysterious force on the marble that is blocking Jiang Ning's vision, no matter how much he concentrates, the thing always looks vague and indistinct.

When Jiang Ning's attention was concentrated to a certain extent, even he himself felt a little pain in his brain, at this time, a clear stream rose out from the ancestral aperture of the entrance, and the cyan lotus flower in the dantian also had a cyan air flow rising all the way, directly injected into Jiang Ning's eyes.

A bizarre scene happened.

At this time, it was night, and it should have been dark in the misty forest, but Jiang Ning's eyes suddenly lit up, and the sudden change between light and dark light made Jiang Ning involuntarily squint his eyes, and couldn't help but sneeze after a long time.

When the line of sight was restored, the view of the surroundings became much wider.

Jiang Ning suddenly felt that the colors in front of him were a little different from what he had seen in the past, and the sound he heard in his ears was also a little different from what he had seen in the past, and even the change in the height and width of his gaze made him feel a little unaccustomed.

When a person stands in place and looks ahead, his vision is not 180 degrees, which means that there is no way to see an entire flat space from where the eyes are.

But he can see almost all the positions in front of him and on both sides of his body, except for the direct back of his body, the rest of the places can be seen clearly, which is clearly not an angle that can be included in the plane in front of him.

When I looked closer, I found myself in a tall iron cage with four or five huge birds standing around me.

"Huh~Hey?" Jiang Ning's heart suddenly galloped.

Because he suddenly found that his feet had somehow turned into two forked claws with thick black skin.

On his side, he was full of feathers, and when he wanted to reach out and touch himself, he fluttered, and one or two feathers fell from the air.

Yes, Jiang Ning was horrified to find that he had turned into a bird.

Not only did he become a bird, but he was also tragically locked in a bird cage!

It's not that the bodies of those birds are huge, but that his own size has been reduced countless times before he knows it, and when he looks at the cage and the birds, he will naturally feel that they are big.

"What's going on?"

Jiang Ning wanted to speak, but found that he couldn't even open his beak at this moment.

In desperation, he had to turn his attention to the other birds in the cage.

In addition to himself, Jiang Ning counted five birds in the cage.

One of the birds pecked rice in the trough, while the other drank in the trough, and the two, like themselves at the moment, stood firmly at their sides with their claws hooked to the specially made wooden poles inside the cage.

There was only one that stood in the other corner of the cage, flapping its wings as if it wanted to fly.

It's a pity that he doesn't seem to be able to fly, just flew up a little, and immediately fell to the ground again, flew up again, and flew to the top of the cage at once because of too much force, hitting the iron railing on the edge of the cage, and fell down with an ordinary bang, and was disgraced.

It just fell down and sat down in the spot and rested dizzily for a while, and when it got up, it began to frantically practice flapping its wings again.

"There's something wrong!" As the chirping of a bird beside him sounded, Jiang Ning was surprised to find that he could actually understand the bird's language.

"Isn't it?" said the bird on the other side: "Such a small cage, if you look up, you will hit it, what do you fly, even if it is practiced, what is the use?"

The bird stopped, looked back at them, and said, "Listen to me, you should also practice together, we should not live in this cage, one day, I will fly out!"

At this time, the fat bird standing on the edge of the trough eating said angrily: "There is food to eat here, there is something to drink, and even someone will deal with it, what will you do when you fly out? ”

"Yes, yes," the bird who drank the water also raised his head and said disdainfully: "You guy just likes to be different, our family has lived here for so many years, how comfortable, what are you flying out for?"

"Yes, yes," Jiang Ning spoke.

Of course, he didn't mean to speak, and he didn't want to talk about anything alone and a flock of birds, he just wanted to watch quietly there, but he didn't know why, he opened his mouth himself, and he couldn't control Jiang Ning's wishes at all.

"It's tiring to fly out, besides, the door of this cage is always closed, even if you want to fly, you can fly, do you have a way to open it?"

"Not yet," said the bird, who practiced flying, "but I believe that one day the door will be opened!"

"I think you're delusional!" said the bird beside him, who was the first to speak.

At this time, Jiang Ning only felt that there were a thousand grassland beasts rushing by in his heart, and he said in his heart: "What kind of immortal transition is this?

Of course, at this time, he couldn't even open his mouth or not, and naturally he had no way to speak casually, so he could only secretly shout the name of the divine beast in his heart.

As soon as the conversation ended, the picture in front of Jiang Ning's eyes changed again.

At this time, he was no longer the bird, but an iron hook that could not speak or move, and the birdcage hung on the iron hook.

At this moment, they were no longer in the same room, but in some courtyard full of flowers and trees.

"Cut, I'm sick in the head!"

At this moment, the fat bird's size has grown again, and while he is eating, he is counting and flapping his wings there, but the body shape is not much different from before, and the bird said, "Fly, fly, I see that you are full of food." ”

Another bird said, "Yes, I'm afraid that his head has been broken on top of the cage, and his mind is not normal!"

"It's not just that his mind is abnormal," said the third bird, "I think he is deaf in his ears and blind in his eyes, and he flutters there every day when he wakes up, and he doesn't let people sleep too much, and we can't even hear him talking!"

"Of course," said the fourth bird sourly, "people are birds that can always fly, and they are very noble, how can we, caged birds, be worthy of talking to others?"

Immediately afterwards, the other five birds in the cage mocked me word by word, so it was not very lively.

And the bird that practiced flapping its wings seemed to have stopped talking for a long time, and even paid no attention to the birds next to it, but just practiced there by itself, resting for a while when tired, going to the trough to eat when hungry, drinking water when thirsty, sleeping when sleepy, but never spoke again, and when he slept at night, it was also a bird at one end of the cage, far away from the other five.

"Cut, it's this old story again. Jiang Ningxin, who turned into a hook, said: "You don't need to look at it to know what will happen next." ”