"Do you want to breathe or go straight to the road?" Red Scales looked at Bai Xuedao.

Bai Xue raised her eyebrows, and the red scales didn't say she didn't know. After saying that, she found that her cultivation had reached the middle stage of spiritual silence, perhaps because of the fight in the illusion or her understanding, and her cultivation would naturally improve when she woke up. If this speed is known to others, I am afraid that the jaws of the people will be shocked.

But Red Scales was accustomed to it, and the ability of the Soul Sound Jue was only now slowly beginning to manifest.

"Straight to the road. Snow stood up and patted the dust off her body.

In the illusion she was completely disfigured, but in the real world she was intact.

She felt the stickiness on her body and wanted to take a shower. Although cultivators can directly use a spell to clean up the dust and decontamination, Bai Xue has not bathed for too long, and he is a little nostalgic.

Snow and Red Scale hit the road again, this time it was calm, nothing happened along the way, and Snow noticed a problem as they walked. The aura of this heaven and earth is mixed with a large amount of demonic qi, and the further you go, the stronger the demonic qi becomes, and the aura becomes thinner and thinner. This is extremely detrimental to immortal cultivators, if they are injured by ordinary injuries, they may be fatal injuries in this dangerous place, and being unable to absorb spiritual energy means that they cannot be healed.

Bai Xue absorbs aura, but it can also absorb demonic energy, and the soul sound technique is an extremely strange exercise. Reiki and demonic energy can be converted into each other. This is also the terrifying thing about the soul sound formula.

It's just that when the demonic qi is absorbed too much, it will be difficult to hide the identity of one's own demonic cultivator. If the demonic energy on a monk's body is detected, then the righteous immortal cultivators will attack him in groups. It's like if a righteous path cultivator falls into the encirclement of demonic cultivation, then I'm afraid it won't end well.

The deeper you go, the more the aura almost dries up. Bai Xue had already begun to absorb demonic energy, and in this place, Red Scale's cultivation was suppressed, and she had to stay at her peak at all times.

If someone is around, you will find that Bai Xue's temperament is changing with the absorption of demonic energy. If she was as cold as water before, now she is as cold as ice, and there is a faint gloom.

Suddenly, Shirayuki stopped.

There are people in front.

The snow swept away, hiding in a tall tree, while holding its breath and looking ahead.

Those were two immortal cultivators, and it happened that both of them knew Bai Xue.

Mu Xiaoran stood on the ground, his eyebrows were cold, and he looked down at Mu Yan who was lying on the ground and didn't know life and death, "Senior brother, senior brother, it's not that I don't want to save you, if you want to blame it, blame it in this ghost place, this ghost place, even junior brother and I don't dare to use it at will with my aura." I saved you, in case I encounter danger again, then I will be in danger. After speaking, he showed a thin smile, which was completely different from his usual gentle appearance.

"I think, senior brother, you must not want to see this happen. After speaking, he chuckled, and then slapped Mu Yan's heart.

Mu Yanxin slapped his mouth, and Bai Xue could find that his aura was even weaker on the tree.

Mu Xiaoran looked at him expressionlessly, and then left.

Bai Xue jumped off the tree and walked up to Mu Yan, and she found that no matter where she went, she could see this person. Ever since she came to Westwater City, she has always met him. It's the same in the fantasy world.

Thinking of the experience in the illusion, I don't know why I have a kind of resentment towards him for no reason. In the face of Mu Yan, her calm and cold state of mind was often broken.

She looked at him indifferently, but she didn't intend to help. She's not so kind. For people she doesn't like to see, she doesn't fall into the well, let alone save him.

The man Bai Xue also knew it just now. They had met once in the Drunken Immortal Building, the same sect as Mu Yan, and they had the impression that he was an elegant man. But that doesn't seem to be the case as we have just seen.

It seems that Mu Yan, the senior brother, is not respected and loved by everyone, and ignoring him in such a place is tantamount to putting him to death.

Oh, you deserve it.

Just as Bai Xue had just walked, he had already avoided some demon beasts of not low rank, and because of the red scales, those demon beasts did not dare to provoke Bai Xue.

It would be good if those fierce beasts were not provoked, but if the monks who had no power to fight back were here, she thought that those demon beasts would not be polite. If Bai Xue leaves, within three moments, Mu Yan will be buried in the demon's belly.

Bai Xue looked at it twice and turned to leave. She is not so kind, she will save people when she sees them. She is a demon cultivator, in a way, after all these years of getting along with Red Scale, her personality is gradually changing, becoming more indifferent and ruthless, from not being able to bear to see the death of innocent people to being able to watch from the sidelines. It has to be said that she is being assimilated by this world of the jungle.

Indifferent and ruthless, reckless, but dare to love and hate, and have clear grievances.

However, as soon as he turned around, his ankle was grabbed by Mu Yan. Bai Xue's forehead was bruised, and she shook her feet hard, but she found that her hands were clenched tightly. She resisted the urge to cut off his hand, turned her head to look, only to find Mu Yan grabbing her feet, her eyes closed and her breathing short, muttering, "Don't go, don't go......"

Bai Xue was stunned for a moment, raised her eyebrows, and couldn't help but feel very curious, what was it that made this proud man of the sky show such a fragile expression.

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Mu Yan had a dream in which he went back in time.

That year, he was born in the Yanhui Realm, he was the only child of the realm master, he was talented, he was still young, but he was pampered.

He had an enviable childhood, the envy and awe of the children of the clan, and the expectations of the elder father.

He gradually grew up, soared wantonly, lived up to the expectations of the family elders, and became a real pride of the sky.

In another year, the Yanhui Realm was attacked by the enemy. The former rock glow world is full of holes.

What was once heaven was like hell.

Fathers and elders died one by one to protect themselves.

His heavens collapsed.

His mother was a gentle and beautiful woman. In the end, in order to protect himself, he sent himself away at the cost of his life.

He hated, he resented, but he couldn't change all this, he only knew that the cause of all this was a sect called Shengyin Palace. It was an existence called the Holy Sound Palace that destroyed his family.

He swore that when he was successful in his cultivation, he would definitely set foot in the Holy Sound Palace.

The sea of blood and hatred dare not forget, he is burdened with hatred, burdened with his mother's love and left the big world that gave birth to him and raised him.

But when I opened my eyes, I forgot everything. He was like an ordinary child, begging, wandering.

He begged for food, he did the hardest work, he forgot his identity, forgot all memories, and the former pride was crushed into mud.

He didn't know how long he had been wandering, and it was as if a voice inside him was telling him that he shouldn't live like this.

He always had a painful experience every month, and he began to think that everyone was the same, only to find out later that he was sick, and he had to hurt once a month.

Later, he was abducted by a trafficker, he was just an ordinary boy, he couldn't resist, he ended his wandering journey, but embarked on the road of being trafficked.

He was unwilling, but he didn't know what he was unwilling to do. He hates, but he doesn't know what he hates.

Later, he met a little girl.

He knew that the girl was a monk, and the girl soothed the wounds on his body with her singing, the first time, the wounds on his body were no longer so painful, the first time, someone cared about his life, and for the first time, someone told him: Youth, life is short, don't hate the world.

The wound on his body no longer hurts, but he is sad and wants to cry.

The second time, he met the girl again, heard the familiar melody again, and the girl saved him again.

He ran as hard as he could, trying to keep up with the girl, but the girl's carriage drifted away.

He ran hard, but he fell into the mud, and he was not reconciled.

Again, feeling so useless.

But the carriage stopped, and for the first time he really saw the girl, who had beautiful eyes, eyes that were fascinating.

He heard her ask, "Why are you following me?"

The voice was so good that he almost forgot to answer.

Then she held out her hand and said, "Then come with me." ”

He looked at her clean hands, and her mud-stained clothes, and for some reason his vision was blurry, and at that moment, he felt that this girl was like an angel who had fallen into the mortal world.

Later, he followed the little girl, who helped him cure his illness and named him Luo'an.

He is no longer unwilling, he is no longer confused, he is no longer hateful.

At that time, he felt that he could follow her forever and be her shadow forever.

However, it backfired, and the little girl handed him over to a family, and she found a home for him, but he felt empty in his heart.

He asked, "Why?" and why leave him behind.

From his limited memory, he had never fought for anything, but this time he just wanted to fight to stay with her.

But her answer shattered his hopes. He felt as if his heart had cooled for a moment.

He was an ordinary man, but she was a monk.

It's that he's too greedy.

In the end, she left, leaving a copy of the cultivation method for him.

He kept looking at her back, and his hand clutched the priceless treasure she had left for him.

The girl didn't know that after she left, every day, every day, he had been trying to practice that cultivation technique, but he had failed again and again.

But he never gave up, he was not willing to be an ordinary person.

He was reluctant to see him again, the girl was still beautiful, and he had become an old man with yellow hair and a stumbling back.

And just like that, a year passed. On that day, the place where he lived was attacked by bandits. His adoptive father and adoptive mother and the neighbors around him were killed in the fire, and he sat alone in the ruins surrounded by the fire, watching the home he had lived in for a year fall apart, and he fell into confusion again.

It wasn't until the bandit's knife was close in front of him that he thought that he couldn't die yet, how could he die if he hadn't found the girl yet.

At that moment, he heard something shattering inside him.

Since then, memories have awakened. Everything, his life experience, the blood feud on his body, he remembered.

He regained his memory, he was the pride of the sky, and he joined the largest sect on this continent. In order to take revenge, he needs strength.

He hadn't forgotten the girl back then, and year after year, he was looking for it.

But he didn't even know her name. All he knew was that she had a special lute in her hand.

Time passed, and he soon became the chief disciple of the sect.

He has infinite scenery,

but I missed her very much.