The surroundings were foggy and overgrown with weeds, and I didn't encounter a single monster along the way. The further I walked into the forest, the more strange I felt.

Han Xuan inexplicably had goosebumps on his body, he stopped Ji Xinglian, and stammered: "Let's not go inside anymore, there are a lot of monsters here." The two of us are not demon hunters, and we don't have any strength, in case we meet ......."

Han Xuan was halfway through his words when he was interrupted by an uninvited guest. Ji Xinglian's eyes were cold, and he locked his gaze in front of him.

A breath of cold air rose under his feet, from the bottom to the top, Han Xuan felt that his whole body was locked, unable to move, he could only blink his eyes to prove that he was still alive.

A cloud of black mist did not move in front, Ji Xinglian was ready to fight, she said coldly: "Where is the demon, he hasn't shown up yet!" ”

The hoarse voice to the extreme can't tell whether it's a man or a woman at all, it's weird. "It's actually a tree demon who has been cultivating for thousands of years, and it's still cultivating the spells of the fairy world?"

The secret on Ji Xinglian's body was revealed with a word, which made her face change, and the next second she used a spell to attack the black mist.

But all the spells had no effect, as if they were devoured by him, and the black mist became bigger and bigger.

He moved, and Ji Xinglian watched as he was invisibly bound, and his true qi slowly flowed from his body.

Could it be that you are going to die here today? Ji Xingpian was unwilling.

After listening to their conversation, Han Xuan, who was also immobile beside her, held back a thousand words in his heart and had nowhere to say. Until the feeling of suffocation came, he was just a mortal, and soon he couldn't bear it anymore and fainted.

He had a large net on his body, shining with golden light, and he was about to move. Han Xuan's brows furrowed more and more, and then, the demon catching net jumped out of his bag, tightly surrounding Ji Xinglian and the black mist.

Ji Xinglian was still unable to move, and she was close to the black mist, she couldn't withstand the coercion released from the black mist, and gritted her teeth to sober herself.

But in the end, she fainted.

A crescent moon hangs in the sky, and the moonlight pours down, and the surface of the lake sparkles with a silvery sheen.

The sound of gurgling water filled her ears, Ji Xinglian frowned and woke up faintly, until she was conscious, she wondered if she was not dead!

There was a slight movement around her, and when she heard the voice, she only saw a back, which was extremely dazzling in the dark night.

"Immortal Venerable......" she muttered to herself, her eyes full of disbelief.

The man turned his head to look at her, it was indeed Yaoqing Immortal Venerable, his face was a little pale, but it made Ji Xinglian's heart full of security.

"Immortal Venerable, what's wrong with you!" Ji Xinglian sensed that something was wrong with him, and hurriedly stood up and trotted over.

Yao Qing raised his hand and stopped her movements, his eyes were full of cool moonlight: "My body is still in the fairy realm, and now it is just a clone, and the spells that can be used are very limited." ”

He got up from the stone and patted his robe, "I just had a fight with that monster, and my body is a little unbearable." ”

Ji Xinglian was very nervous, and she couldn't wait to check his whole body in person, but because of her identity, she could only hold back.

"Is there a big problem with Immortal Venerable, it's better for Immortal Venerable to go back to the Immortal Realm first!" As she spoke, Ji Xinglian remembered the question that she had been ignoring, why did Immortal Venerable come to the mortal world?

——Digression——

Say some digressions, because I am not used to reading the font of the author's words, so I will say them here together.

The first time I wrote an immortal cultivation text, I was not very familiar with it, and it was not easy to get started. It's more or less hard to write, but this is the first time I've written a novel, so if there's anything that isn't well written, please include it.

The second point is to accept criticism, but not any unfounded accusations and personal attacks.