Despite repeated savings, the soul energy is still being consumed rapidly. Han Feng's split soul, which had been possessed by the black bones, became weaker and weaker.

Han Feng's main soul, which was still hiding in the medicine jar, had completely fallen into a deep stupor at this time, and it would be a long restorative slumber. Although Han Feng's split soul could still vaguely sense the location of the main soul due to the mysterious connection between the souls, this connection was rapidly weakening. Obviously, the main soul and the medicine jar have been obtained, and they are being taken away from it. According to Han Feng's estimation, the one most likely to get the Ten Thousand Medicine Spirit Jar is the Bright Pontiff with unfathomable strength.

But now, the split soul can't take care of the main soul and the medicine jar for the time being, and he can't protect himself now. As a soul body that is only in the foundation building period, the split soul that is split is naturally even weaker. Now this split soul of Han Feng is not even as strong as the soul of ordinary people in a certain way.

If it weren't for the protection of a relatively abundant soul energy, Han Feng's split soul would not even last five days and would have completely dissipated.

But what made Han Feng distressed was that the soul splitting was too fragile, even if the main soul knew the magic skills, this soul splitting soul would also understand, but the strength of the soul splitting itself was not enough for him to cast any kind of lowest-level spell, whether it was the restoration technique or the spirit gathering technique. Without enough strength, once the soul energy brought out from the main soul is consumed, this small split soul will only dissipate naturally.

After all, the split soul belongs to a dependent soul body, and does not have the ability to survive independently. That is to say, if the soul splitting wants to continue to survive, it must become a magic weapon spirit, or find a ** to attach to itself. Of course, this way of looking for other people's ** to cling to can also be called - "snatching"!

This was the fifth day after being away from that battlefield and that huge magic array. Ali was still desperately on his way, almost like a sleepless rush for days on end. With the body of a thirteen-year-old child, it is almost impossible to carry such a crazy rush. But after several years of training in the Dark Forest, Ali still gritted his teeth and endured it with his tenacity and perseverance.

Lord Han Feng's soul was getting weaker and weaker, and Ali could feel it. Because in the past two days, the soul information transmitted by Lord Han Feng has become more and more faint and blurred, and it is almost impossible to sense it.

Although Ali still hasn't figured out why Lord Han Feng is looking for someone by himself, and who he is going to find. However, Ali had no choice but to do as he was told. Since Lord Han Feng saved him and expressed his intention to follow Lord Han Feng, then he must follow the code of a warrior, obey Lord Han Feng's orders, and serve Lord Han Feng loyally.

Gasping for breath, sweat slid down his cheeks, which were almost out of shape, and Ali didn't bother to wipe them. Because as long as your steps don't stop, the sweat won't stop dripping, and you don't have more strength to do these extra actions.

After five days of rapid travel, Ali estimated that he had traveled nearly four hundred miles, and not far in front of him was the exit of the Dark Forest to the Rand Kingdom.

As soon as he opened a horizontal branch in front of him, a white shadow flashed in front of him, and then a "squeak" scream sounded in his ears. Ali's little pale face with an abnormal flush immediately showed a happy smile.

Ali turned his head slightly, opened his chapped mouth, and a bright red finger-sized fruit was grabbed by a pair of small claws and sent into Ali's open mouth.

Paused slightly, gasping for breath while carefully feeling the sweet and sour juice with a hint of spicy taste that burst out of the small fruit in his mouth, Ali sighed with satisfaction, raised his right hand and gently patted the head of the little white fox on his shoulder a few times to show his gratitude.

The little white fox suddenly jumped a few times, and the squeaky scream couldn't help but carry a little pride. This little guy's spirit is really good, and Ali can't help but feel envious in his heart.

Touching a small scar on the left side of his face, Ali couldn't help but think of the day when he was about to get away from the huge magic array, and the little white fox was extremely anxious because he didn't see his mother's appearance. Losing its temper, it tossed Ali a lot, and the small blood scab under the left side of his face was a "masterpiece" scratched by this little guy.

However, maybe it was Han Feng's split soul that said something to the little white fox, or maybe the little guy was not born for a long time after all, and his love changed very quickly. It's just that after half a day, the noisy little guy stopped. It's just that for most of the next day, the little guy was quietly nestled in Ali's arms, and Ali could still feel the sadness of not seeing his mother, and couldn't help but feel distressed, but he could only gently touch it with his own hand to show comfort.

But only a day later, the little white fox who came over showed his active nature again. The various trees in the Dark Forest have become the best targets for it to practice its jumping skills, and the long journey has almost become a playground for the little ones as it jumps up and down.

In particular, this little creature full of spirituality seems to have been born with the ability to distinguish between edible and delicious wild fruits of each plant. After a few days of hurrying, the little one's little mouth has not stopped, and I don't know from which corner it tossed all kinds of fruits, flowers and plants, and even some emerald green leaves, all of which are stuffed into its small mouth, chewing fragrantly. Seeing that piles of fruits, flowers and leaves were stuffed into that little mouth, Ali suspected that this little guy still had a small bottomless pit hidden in his stomach~!

At first, Ali was worried that the little guy was ignorant and ate indiscriminately, afraid that it would spoil his stomach. But after the little one had stuffed some fruits, leaves, and even grass roots into his mouth, Ali shut up, savoring the plants that tasted different, but seemed to be quite good, and Ali immediately felt a warmth in his body, and even the fatigue of hurrying was eliminated a lot.

Looking at the little guy's obviously bulging little belly, this little guy must be a great "foodie" in the future, Ali definitely defined the little white fox in his heart.

With the little white fox's very good foraging skills, Ali even saved the task of catching prey for dry food, and only cared about burying his head in the road. And the little one is busy jumping up and down all day long, looking for food everywhere. Ali is not worried about any danger it will encounter, not only does he have a very keen sense of ability, but the little guy is always accompanied by a "bodyguard" - that is, the spirit of the big black bull.

At this time, the big black bull was still an illusory spirit, and without the help of the medicine jar, it could no longer condense its spirit into reality. However, as a spirit body that has already been formed, the Great Black Bull is not as fragile as Han Feng's split soul after all. Not only can it break away from the medicine jar and survive on its own, but it also has the ability to cultivate on its own.

But the medicine jar is not just a nest for the big black bull, it is of great help to its spiritual cultivation. But now that the medicine jar has been snatched away, the big black bull can only cultivate by himself aggrieved.

Although it is only an illusory spirit now, the big black bull is not without the means of attack and defense. With the close protection of the big black bull, the little one will have plenty of time to escape even if he encounters any danger.

After all, he had survived alone in the Dark Forest for three years, and Ali relied on his familiarity with the Dark Forest and his extremely keen sense to bypass the inherent territory of many powerful demonic beasts entrenched in the Dark Forest, but he didn't encounter much danger along the way. Even if he occasionally encountered some wandering second- and third-level demonic beasts, with the help of the big black bull and the little white fox, Ali was very easy to deal with.

The five-day journey is finally coming to an end. Ali couldn't help but feel a hint of joy in his heart. I just don't know if I can find the "person" that Lord Han Feng wants.

Just as he was thinking, Ali suddenly paused and listened...... There seems to be movement ahead.

With a scream of "ah", the little fat man Rogge fell headlong.

After all, it was a step slower, and Rags, who was rapidly moving forward, looked at the little master Rogge who was screaming and falling down in front of him, and suddenly became anxious. Without thinking about it, the war knife that had been drawn out in his hand waved forward with a ...... "swish", and a pale yellow sword light shot out from the swinging war knife, shooting straight towards the jet-black shadow that had just jumped up from the back of Rog who had just fallen to the ground.

A high-level warrior of the seventh level of Dou Qi can release his Dou Qi, that is, with the condensation of Dou Qi, the Guò weapon bursts out with tangible energy, causing damage to the target in the air. This kind of fighting qi is also commonly known as sword qi or sword qi.

The pale yellow sword light that burst out of Rags in a hurry was quite condensed, and it could be seen that this high-level warrior's seventh-level fighting qi had reached a fairly high level, and there was even a hint of a tendency to step into the eighth-level fighting qi.

Although it was still nearly seven or eight feet away, the pale yellow sword light burst out very fast, almost in the blink of an eye, it was about to slash at the fist-sized black shadow.

With a soft sound of "pop", the jet-black shadow that seemed to have been slashed by the sword light exploded all at once.

Was this split by his own sword? A trace of doubt flashed in Rags's eyes, but he didn't care about this question, and his rapidly swept body flew directly to the fallen Rogge without pause.

"Hiss", but as soon as he looked down and saw the wound on Rogge's back and neck lying on the ground, Rags couldn't help but gasp. This...... Is this really the sting of the black shadow poisonous bee?

A black pustule the size of an adult's fist bulged out on the back of Rog's neck, blackened dark red blood oozing out. Rogge's little fat man just lay on the ground and didn't move. I don't know if I was paralyzed by the toxin or completely unconscious. But one only has to look at the skin around his swollen wound to become darker and brighter, and one can understand the poison on his wound.

"This is definitely not the sting of the black shadow poisonous bee!" An angry voice rang out beside Rags, but it was Andari, another of Rogge's personal bodyguards, who arrived.

"Lift him up!" Rags, whose face was extremely gloomy, let out a deep sigh, squatted down and pressed his hand on the back of Rogge's little master's heart, and the fighting energy in his body began to work; He quickly pulled out a bottle from his bosom and bit the tightly stuffed cork with his mouth.

When Andari quickly lifted Rogge's body up, Largs aimed the bottle at Rogge's mouth and poured it down.

Looking at Rogge's white and tender chubby face, which gradually became more and more dark and shiny, the faces of Rags and Andari became even more gloomy and ugly.

"It doesn't work like this, the advanced ** agent doesn't work at all. The little master was definitely not stung by that black shadow poisonous bee this time. The black shadow poison bee is not so poisonous! Rags said, sweeping his eyes to the little lord of Rimbaud and her two guards who were walking quickly.