"I haven't seen him in a long time, his father should know."

Feng Ning ran to find Chu Tian, the peak master of Sword Peak, but was told that Chu Lan was breaking through in retreat.

Chu Lan's breakthrough success this time is the Yuan Infant Stage, can he accompany Feng Ning to the mortal world at the critical moment? Absolutely not!

And she only has ten days, if Chu Lan's retreat is closed for more than ten years, she can't wait. In desperation, Feng Ning had no choice but to pull Lingle to accompany her.

"Charms, elixirs, and musical scores, Feng Ning, hand me a storage bag!"

"We've only been away for ten days, and you can't use up all the things you bring with you for more than ten years in the mortal world." Feng Ning threw the storage bag to Lingle, "Can you hurry up, you've been packing up for a long time." ”

"It's almost there." Lingle packed up with high interest, "I haven't left the Lingshan Sect for hundreds of years, it's not easy to go out once, how can I do it if I don't prepare properly." ”

"I thought you hadn't forgotten that you were a monk." Feng Ning looked at Lingle's excited appearance and said with a headache, "Monk, do you understand?" If there's anything inappropriate, just pinch your spirit. ”

After speaking, she pulled Lingle and left, regardless of whether she finished bringing her things or not.

Feng Ning, who had studied the map earlier, knew that the mortal realm was on the edge of the cultivation realm, and he could reach it by walking all the way in the direction he was going.

For Feng Ning, who is a bit of a road idiot, there is another advantage of flying in the air - never worry about getting lost. A straight line is the shortest distance between two points, and it doesn't feel too good

Looking at the familiar buildings around him, Feng Ning felt that what had happened here when he first came to this world was as if a century had passed.

Taking a deep breath, there was a smell of decay in the air, the familiar mountain villa had become a ruin, and it should have not been repaired for more than ten years.

There were a lot of cobwebs on the broken wall, looking very desolate, Feng Ning turned back to Lingle and said, "You find a place to rest first, and I will perform a recipe to return to the source." ”

The Returning to the Source Technique is a high-level spiritual decision that can detect what happened in the past, and it is also one of the few high-level spiritual decisions that Feng Ning has mastered, and when she first knew about this spiritual decision, she began to practice.

Because the return to the source technique not only consumes a huge amount of spiritual power, but also can not have any interference, if it is interrupted in the middle, the caster will be counterattacked, the light will be damaged in cultivation, and the worst will affect the memory and become stupid.

Lingle nodded, "Be careful, I'll wait for you in the town ahead." ”

"Okay." Feng Ning nodded, and as soon as Lingle left, he set up a formation around him.

After making sure that even the flies couldn't break in, he put away the spirit sword, transformed the clothes on his body into the shape of the mortal world, and walked towards the villa.

Walking to the main house by impression, if the elder brother in this life, the little boy, was still alive, he would definitely come back.

When she came to the main house, although it was as dilapidated as the rest of the house, there was no dust at all, Feng Ning stood still, looked quietly for a while, her hands flipped rapidly, and images flashed in front of her eyes.

She expected it to be good, the little boy had really come back, he had grown into an adult, he didn't like to smile as much as before, and the murderous aura contained in his dark eyes made Feng Ning worried, what had he been through?

The boy only came back once in a few months, and only left yesterday, heading east into the woods.

Although he knew that he shouldn't interfere too much in the lives of ordinary people, he found out the person who killed his parents and took revenge. It doesn't have much to do with the mundane world.

I understand the truth, but I can't help myself when I really do it. She still couldn't help but worry in her heart, he was the only blood relative in Feng Ning's world, and she still remembered his decisive eyes when they were separated.

Unconsciously, he had walked into the woods, Feng Ning looked up at the trees around him, since they were all in, let's see if I can find him!

Jumping gently on the branches, the branches of the trees were luxuriant, blocking out the light, which made her a little uneasy, although she was not proficient in divination.

But after cultivating, cultivators will have a particularly accurate sixth sense, and when they have a feeling of fear in their hearts, then what they are afraid of will happen.

Carrying the wind trick and shuttling between the trees, and the spirit sword in her hand, she had a hunch that the person she was looking for was in the woods.

The woods are not big, according to her speed, it should be very fast to find someone, after finding him, take revenge, settle him down, and return to the Lingshan Sect, it doesn't matter if he never comes out.

Feng Ning stopped suddenly, and the trees in front of him were wrapped in a black mist, and he couldn't see the road clearly.

The smell is very fragrant, but it makes people feel very uncomfortable, Feng Ning held his breath, pulled out the spirit sword, and the strength in his hand became tighter, this breath is very similar to that of monks, but it is far from the breath of those monks in the Lingshan Sect, could it be a demon cultivator?

Feng Ning is not a nosy person, but his brother is likely to be in the woods, and if it is a demon cultivator, most of them have already fallen into the hands of a demon cultivator.

Carrying the spirit decision, covering her whole body in spiritual power, the spirit sword in her hand also emitted bright light, and the black fog around her began to disperse, and she saw that every tree was full of people.

There were about 50 people, some unconscious and unconscious, and some awake, shaking and crying for help when they saw her.

Slowly swept through everyone's faces, and when he saw that familiar face, he swung his sword to cut all the ropes.

"Take the unconscious with you, and get out of here."

Feng Ning paid attention to the movements around him, and at the same time took advantage of the fact that everyone was not paying attention, he put a tracking charm on Feng Yuan's body.

The barrier was broken, and the monk who set up the boundary sensed it, and he would definitely rush over immediately, as an inauthentic monk, Feng Ning didn't think that all demon cultivators were demons who killed people without blinking. She just wondered why there were other monks here?

If Feng Yuan was unlucky, it would be fine if he accidentally ran into him, but if the monk was coming for him, she would have to solve this trouble.

When those people disappeared from sight, Feng Ning found that the black fog that had just dispersed gathered towards her again, surrounding her tightly, just when the black fog was about to drown her, and Feng Ning was about to swing his sword to slash down, all the black fog dispersed again, and disappeared without a trace for a while, as if it was just her hallucination.

Feng Ning was on guard, something was walking towards her, and when she got closer, she realized that it was a young man with black hair and red eyes.

It's not entirely right to say that he is a teenager, but he just looks like a teenager, and Feng Ning can't tell his bone age.

I saw that his face was gone, his skin was a little pale, and if his eyes were changed to black, he looked like a person she had always remembered.

"Who are you?" Feng Ning forgot for a moment that the person standing in front of him was very dangerous.