This sudden change caught Jin Ling off guard, and she watched Mi's head fall next to the pile of broken mud and didn't move for a long time.

What is that white light? What does it have to do with Mi? Will Mi wake up from this?

Jin Ling thought about a lot of possibilities, but nothing happened, Mi still closed his eyes like a dead man, and the white light disappeared without a trace.

"Get out of the way, that Kun Dao is a distinguished guest of my town's mansion! Does General Tiger Ben dare to cut off the old man's head? ”

There was a quarrel outside, and it was Zhen Guogong who got the news and came to look for her.

Jin Ling didn't bother to deal with the troubles behind, raised his hand to grab Mi's head in his hand, touched the ground on his toes, and jumped lightly from the back wall to the Mixian Temple next door, leaving a bunch of people over there staring at those broken mud blocks.

"What about people? Where did you get the old man's guests? ”

"Strange, you were still here just now, Master Guoshi? National Teacher? ”

They couldn't guess that their national teacher was a clay man, and they might also think that Jin Ling had kidnapped him after they couldn't find the national teacher.

But these are not important, she has already seen the novelty here, she also understands the problems here, and on the way to the capital of Cangyun Kingdom, she has also gained a lot.

Since Mixian Ridge didn't exist at all, she had only one goal next, which was to go all the way west to Yiguo.

Cangyun Country is a long way away from Yi Country, and it is necessary to cross mountains and mountains, cross rivers and seas, and pass through more than a dozen large and small countries and some rumored dangerous places.

And everyone knows that the kingdom of Yi is like the kingdom of heaven, but no mortal can reach it at all, only the monks have a chance.

Jin Ling is not in a hurry to reach Yiguo, that is only her ultimate goal, her main thing now is to enjoy the process and enjoy the scenery along the way, which is her main purpose.

On the avenue outside the city, Jin Ling was draped in the morning glow on his back, and he re-embarked on the road with the demon god flag.

Even though it would take her at least three years to walk the trail on her feet, she was willing to experience it with her heart.

After all, this is what she wants to do at the moment, not something she is forced to do, this kind of walking on the road, blowing the cold wind, makes her feel extremely down-to-earth.

Jin Ling lived a slow-paced life in the Purgatory Prison, but the cultivation realm outside the Purgatory Prison was rapidly falling.

Five of the sixteen elders of the merger period have been lost, and the demon army is like a bamboo, and the aura of destruction has never been expanded.

The entire righteous path that was able to resist, as well as the forces that were willing to resist, had also given up resisting at this time, and all of them had retreated behind the Great Array of Heavens and Stars.

The Formation Spirit Old Turtle from the Heavenly Book Realm was taken to the Hongmeng Realm, the center of the Heavens and Stars Great Array, and it was used as the core of the Heavens and Stars Great Array, after all, it had sealed the Huangquan Realm for 10,000 years, and with it, the entire Xiuzhen Realm could feel a little at ease.

As time passed, those surging black dead qi were like huge blood basin mouths, and one realm after another was swallowed up, and nothing could resist its footsteps.

The monks who patrolled around the Great Array of Heavens and Stars every day, every time they saw this scene, they could only feel a chill rush from the soles of their feet, raging in their bodies, torturing their wills and bringing them endless fear.

Although many of them were people who had been killed from the sea of corpses and blood, in the face of this kind of world-destroying death qi that could not be resisted at all, they could only clench the magic weapon in their hands with a pale face, and silently begged the Heavens and Stars Great Array to withstand it.

It was only before this earth-destroying power that they felt their own insignificance and despair for the first time.

Looking at the tumbling world-destroying death, the sound of those demons flapping their wings inside converged into a whistling torrent, sweeping through all the realms where there were no other lifeforms.

The voices were like bursts of cacophony of laughter, mocking their human stupidity, ignorance, arrogance, and self-destruction.

Everything has changed, and in less than a hundred and fifty years, the situation has been completely reversed.

The human beings who thought they controlled the entire cultivation realm had become a lonely boat in this vast sea of dead qi at this moment, and all the demons lurking in the sea of dead qi were waiting with great eye, waiting for the moment when they would be torn apart.

Where is the fairy world? Where are the immortals? There was no one to save them, and they simply couldn't find any other way out.

Under such circumstances, the entire cultivation realm's desire for the salvation of the white lotus swelled irrepressibly to the extreme, but Luo Xiu, who mastered the white lotus, retreated in the Xuantian realm and refused to show his face.

Anyone who wanted to go to him would be blocked by the people of the Righteous Qi Sect on the grounds that it would disturb Luo Xiu's retreat and prevent the White Lotus from being purified.

No one can afford to bear this responsibility, but the dissatisfaction has deepened as a result.

Gradually, people began to doubt the truth of the previous rumors, and suspected that there was no white lotus in Luo Xiu's hands at all.

In order to stabilize the hearts of the people in the cultivation realm and prevent civil strife, the Heavenly Dao Alliance could only come forward to clarify for Luo Xiu, despite its suspicions.

The seemingly calm pool of water has already had an undercurrent surging under the calm, and only a pebble is needed to break the calm on the surface.

The Lonely Abyss, which had been hiding on the edge of the Nether, had prepared this stone, and it was only a chance to break it and set off a terrifying wave.

Wu Ming Realm, Jing Wu Sect.

Lu Wanwan, who had returned from the upper realm, hurriedly rushed to the dormitory of the sect master Mu Wanhua, and the disciples who stopped her outside the hall were all slapped away by her.

As soon as she entered, she saw Huahua half-leaning on the edge of the bed, her face pale, and Gu Lingxian from Shennongtai was holding her hand to treat her internal injuries.

Gu Lingxian glanced at Lu Wanwan, who had messy hair and was embarrassed, and whispered: "You can be quiet first, Huahua's injury is serious, and it will take an hour on my side." ”

Lu Wanwan scratched her head impatiently, she rushed here directly without even caring about the image of a six-way sect master, can she wait for an hour?

Huahua coughed twice, her face became even paler, she endured the pain and sat up a little, and a red blood stain immediately oozed from her left shoulder, and a trace of black demonic qi overflowed from it.

"It's okay, Sister Lu can say anything important."

Lu Wanwan was like being pardoned, with a wave of his sleeves, all the doors and windows in the dormitory closed by themselves, and it was dark inside, only the faint green light in Gu Lingxian's hand illuminated Huahua's pale face.

This is not over, Lu Wanwan moved again and again, sealing the entire dormitory so that the wind does not leak at all, at this moment, it is a monk who has a refining period to come to the door, and it will take a few hours to break through these defenses.

Lu Wanwan didn't care about resting, threw herself on the side of Huahua's bed, swallowed her saliva with difficulty, and then said in a trembling voice: "I seem to know the traces of the Martial Saints." ”

Gu Lingxian and Huahua shook together, and at the same time looked at Lu Wanwan with wide eyes.