The fog grew thicker and thicker, and clouds flowed through the eyes. Everything was blurry and dim.

After some breath rest, Song Lian finally regained his breath. The two of them stood in the thick fog, looking at the formation at a loss.

In the thin air, if you walk freely, you will have difficulty breathing. And the higher above the ground, the thinner the air becomes. And if he does not move, the ground will be even more damp and cold.

At this time, Fan Yin knew in his heart that he was in a dilemma in his current situation. He stood where he was, meditating, and figuring out the formation.

"Brother Yin, the difficulty of this formation is beyond your imagination. Could it be that we are trapped? Song Lian heard Fan Yin sigh, and saw him speechless at this time. I can't help but worry.

At this time, Fan Yin's thoughts had entered the country, and he was lost in the solution. I can't hear or see.

Seeing this, Song Lian no longer bothered, but stood in place and forced himself to calm down.

The fog was rolling and the cold was like ice. Time and space flow, and the fog color gradually changed. The white mist fades gray and condenses like gray lead.

Time waits for no one, and space rotates by itself. And everything seemed to stand still, as if a century had passed.

Song Lian gradually became tired, and her eyelids fought up and down. The body is cold and lukewarm, and I almost want to fall asleep.

"Cheer up, don't fall asleep." In the fog, she couldn't see Fan Yin clearly, and only listened to him call her.

Song Lian listened to his call, but did not respond, subconsciously, trying to open his eyes, reluctantly making a final struggle.

Fan Yin seemed to feel something, and in the foggy fog, he stretched out his hand to support her.

The gray mist seems to cover the whole land, covering the mystery of natural changes.

Time is slowly slipping away... Fan Yin pondered for a long time, and his thoughts were erratic... It was just a moment, and Fan Yin's mind suddenly flashed. The sonorous and powerful voice kept circulating in the brain: "If you want to cross this lake, it is easy to be quiet."

Vulgar language, between heaven and earth, everything and everything, no matter how transient it changes, should not change in response to all changes. Fan Yin thought in his heart, walking duckweed over the lake, no different from this formation. The rules are the same, and the solutions are one out of a thousand.

"There's a solution!" Fan Yin suddenly realized, as if he had just woken up from a dream, and said loudly with relief.

This sudden sound woke up Song Lian, who was sleepy. Song Lian was not taken aback, suddenly trembled, her eyes widened, and she asked in a daze, "Brother Yin, is there a solution?" … How to untie the formation? ”

"Li'er, the Venerable Master is right in front of you, let's see you quickly!" That Fan Yin's words were excited, and he discarded his usual arrogance. Said loudly to Song Lian.

Song Lian was surprised when she heard this. She fumbled, touched Fan Yin's forehead, and said in surprise and suspicion, "Brother Yin, you can't be evil, right?" … In front of me, I can't see anything but the fog, there's nothing..."

"Respect the teacher, grandchild Fan Yin to meet the honorable teacher!" Fan Yin no longer responded to her, but knelt on the ground. Respect to the air.

Hearing the sound of kneeling on the ground, Song was stunned in the thick fog.

"Hahaha..."After a while, in the dense fog air, the fog swam between the eyes, and the air flow surged. Silenced like a cicada, Cangsang's hoarse laughter seemed to come from afar.

Song Lian couldn't help but be shocked when she heard the laughter. She was frozen, like a sculpture.

"The grandchildren are very talented and talented. There is fate in this life, and there are people who inherit it. "The mysterious man, in the ethereal, is full of emotion.

With the words falling, the magical scene is presented, the gray of the dense fog gradually turns into white yarn, the white yarn gradually spreads, and the flowing transparent light, the east is white...

Song Lian was stunned, Fan Yin slowly stood up, and the two of them, as if from the night, witnessed the light.

And in the eye, the empty and secluded island land, accompanied by the silk veil, dazzling and dazzling. An old man in a white shirt and white hair, with a straight figure like a pole. In the yarn and light, it is hidden in the city.

The old man in front of him was thin and quiet. In the dark eyes, there is a transcendent pale color. What flickered in his eyes was a fairy wind that people couldn't grasp.

100 years old, the end of the years. is still in good shape, and his expression is still there.

The Venerable Master appeared as if he was in a different world. Song Lian Fan Yin was stunned, and he had already entered the country in a dream.

"Grandchildren, look at these people, do you still recognize them?" Seeing that the two of them were stunned, Venerable Master smiled lightly. The sound and color are moist and silent, as if floating from the air.

The words had just fallen, and before the two of them came back to their senses, they were invisible, just a wisp of wind blowing. Behind the Venerable Master, several people suddenly appeared.

When Song Lian Fan Yin saw it, he couldn't help but be dumbfounded. A few people behind the respected teacher were actually people who met by chance along the way. The respectful colors of these people were quietly attached to the Venerable Master.

Looking at these people, there are people who help each other in the forest and wear hats and shuttle clothes, old women and red and green shirts on the mountain road, old people who guide the way by river boats, and young people who send food and water on the way.

These people looked at Song Pian Fan Yin, and their expressions were full of appreciation. And Song Pian Fan Yin, in a dream, still did not come to his senses.

"Along the way, there are hidden checkpoints. A real person, a real body, a test of the mind. Grandchildren all the way, kind-hearted, undisturbed, stoic and intelligent. This is the true heir! The Venerable Master stroked his white beard and smiled happily.

Song Lian Fan Yin heard this, and finally woke up. Fan Yin admired and saluted respectfully, "Thank you seniors for training Fan Yin's mind." ”

A few people behind the respected teacher, after listening to Fan Yin's words, couldn't help laughing, and said to the respected teacher, "This generation, the world is rare!" Congratulations to the Venerable Master, there is hope for the transmission of gong. ”

"It's just, this girl, what do you mean by coming here? … The merit of Tianzun is only given to men and not to women. Among them, the old man who led the way looked at Song Lian and said to himself in confusion.

"Senior, Song Lian dared to ask, may I ask, isn't this old woman and the red and green shirt also a woman, why are they here?" Song Lian listened to the words, her face was unconvinced, and she asked with doubts in her heart.

The old woman, and the man in the red and green shirt, listened to Song Lian's words, and smiled meaningfully.

"Hehehe, the girl asked well! She is not a member of the Tianzun faction, but just a test of the inheritor for the Venerable Master. The old man was not angry, but replied with a smile.

"That's right, this island is secluded, empty and aura. Song Lian is on this island, and her self-cultivation is good. Song Lian looked around, looked around, raised his expression, and said.

"Tianzun Island has never left women here since ancient times." When the old man heard her words, he couldn't help but laugh and said, "And there is no one else on Tianzun Island except for the Venerable Master." ”

Fan Yin was silent for a while, and when he heard the old man's words, he couldn't help but ask, "Senior, girl Li'er, follow you all the way, chivalrous and sincere." After the success of the juniors, he left the island with the girl Li'er. I don't know if it's okay to make an exception once? ”

The old man listened to the words and said no more. The respected teacher listened silently, and smiled quietly.

"The two have a heart-to-heart and chivalrous intentions. If that's the case, let's make an exception. "In the silence of all things, silent, for a long, long time, the respected teacher seemed to think, and faintly opened the golden mouth.

"Thank you, Venerable Master!" Fan Yin and Song looked at each other tacitly, couldn't help but be overjoyed, and bowed respectfully and thanked them.

The island breeze is long, surrounded by light yarn. Fan Yin and Song were merciful, and finally set foot on Tianzun Island, admiring the respected teacher.