Chen An always felt that the two Shilo people around him were a little strange, but they were strange there, but they couldn't tell it. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"What, what's going on?" The thought crossed his mind.

There was a faint gray light in the air, Qianqian was dressed in white, her clothes fluttered, and she slowly descended from the air, there was a different beauty, and her temperament was ethereal.

With a glint on her forehead, she fell from the height of the cliff, plain and calm, unstained with dust and without the slightest trace of fireworks.

"Is this the original spirit master?" Chen An watched Qianqian fall from the sky, and his heart was a little shocked.

"Brother An." Qianqian's eyes turned and when she saw Chen An, she immediately smiled and said, "Brother An, I was still a little worried about you, just be okay with you." ”

"Holy Maiden." Beside him, many people of Shilo witnessed the scene of Qianqian's whereabouts and saluted Qianqian.

As the leader, Meng Song nodded towards Qianqian, and then shouted, "Okay, let's move on, I'm about to cross the Phantom Forest, cheer up, be careful." ”

The group walked forward and walked on the way forward.

In the Phantom Forest, the trees are tall and the branches are flourishing, and the thick gray-white mist wafts through the trees, and everything seems to be shrouded in a thick smoke.

After walking in, the surroundings were dark, and the ubiquitous fog blocked them, Chen An and the others couldn't see much at all, and everything was blurry as far as their eyes could see.

"It's inside the Phantom Forest, everyone pay attention, be careful." Monzon reminded.

Everyone walked forward, walking through the forest, not slowly, stepping on the branches of the branches, the strength of the vibrating, the clothes would swing a thick gray-white mist, the figure disappeared into it, looming.

Chen An followed, his body jumped up, and he followed the Xiluo people in front of him, with a flat expression.

Suddenly, just as he jumped down from the trunk of a tree, the gray-white mist that was everywhere in the forest suddenly surged like boiling oil dripping into the water.

The gray mist was pervasive, slow and heavy, as if there was an invisible wind surging, and the branches of the trees swayed left and right, swaying slightly.

The Shiloh, who was running ahead, slowly stopped, and looked around, all showing a look of wariness and confusion.

"What happened?" Many of the Shilots looked at each other, some of them unclear.

Chen An frowned, just now, he felt that the air mass formed by the gathering of life force in his chest and abdomen suddenly became hot, accelerating the flow, and it seemed to turn into a scorching flame, tearing up the scorching air flow and sending it to all parts of his body.

The life force accelerated, Chen An frowned, and felt a slight heat all over his body, which made him feel uncomfortable.

Chen Anyun raised the Yuan Fa Wu Lie Tiangang and forcibly suppressed this inexplicable sense of restlessness, the air mass condensed by the life force rotated slowly, and slowly calmed down, his eyes wandered, and he glanced around.

"We have other breaths here besides the original breath." Meng Song was puzzled for a moment, and suddenly understood what was going on: "That kind of different atmosphere attracts things here. ”

A different kind of atmosphere, attracting things here? Hearing this, Chen An sensed the air mass in his chest and abdomen, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Mist Spirit! It's the Mist Spirit! Suddenly, Meng Song's voice changed, he was very nervous, and said, "Quick, everyone gather together and get close to the Holy Maiden!" I didn't expect that there were fog spirits lurking in the gray-white mist here, everyone gather quickly, now, only the Holy Maiden can shelter us! ”

When Chen An heard this, he just wanted to step forward and get close to Qianqian, when the gray-white mist that was ubiquitous in the forest suddenly surged, blocking the people and trees in front of him.

The gray-white mist is like the tide of the sea, constantly surging, and suddenly becomes very thick, whether it is people or trees, they are shrouded in a fog, and there is no trace or trace in sight.

The surroundings were gray and white, and suddenly became gloomy and cold, Chen An stood in place, and he could feel a damp coldness drilling straight into the cracks of his bones.

"Damn it." Chen An's face was ugly, he scolded in a low voice, and according to the direction of Qianqian and Meng Qi in his memory, he used his feet hard and rushed out!

His figure was swift and fast, becoming a faint figure, and rushed in the direction he had identified, but there was not a single Shiloh in front of him, but the thick branches of the trees occasionally hidden in the gray-white mist almost caught him off guard.

"What's the matter, where are they?" Chen An frowned, looked around, and saw only the gray-white mist everywhere.

Everyone except him seemed to have disappeared in an instant, without the slightest trace.

The fog became more and more damp, making people shiver, and at the same time, the air became more and more viscous and sluggish, and the surroundings seemed to gradually become a swamp, and all the creatures inside were slowly trapped in it, trapped here, and could not be freed.

Chen An felt an inexplicable pressure, and his every move was invisibly hindered, and it was difficult to move.

There were countless whispered voices all around, old and young, men and women, all kinds of voices, all kinds of voices kept ringing all around, faintly, if there was nothing, but when you concentrated and listened carefully, you couldn't hear anything.

Chen An exhaled softly, and suddenly, he saw a face condensed by a thick mist appear in front of him, his facial features were blurred, floating in the air, and his lips moved silently.

"Ray!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Chen An's fist swelled and blasted out, his fist quickly pushed forward, squeezing the air current, and even made the air ripple, resulting in a trace of blur.

The face was directly hit by a punch, and a large hole appeared in the forehead, which was slowly dissipating, wisps by wisp, slowly spreading out, but, almost instantly, the face quickly retreated, and exploded with a bang, and countless thick mist seemed to be streamers, instantly rushing into the gray-white mist around them.

Chen An didn't react at all, and the face formed by the fog had already dissipated cleanly.

The damp and cold aura around him became heavier, and a tangible and invisible pressure came, and for a while, the pressure around him increased sharply.

Feeling the pressure from all around, Chen An stretched out his hand, his palm was bruised, constantly swelling and shrinking slightly, the size of an ordinary person's head, covered with thick green tendons, and the bone joints were jagged and protruding, clinging to the flesh and skin, full of a ferocious and brutal look.

"Open it for me!"

Chen An's body rotated, his hands pulled the sound of the wind, and slashed through the air, leaving a trace of scorching thunder and lightning.

The fog around him dissipated suddenly, and even the invisible dampness and pressure were much smaller, but it didn't take long for that feeling of pressure and dampness to strike again, pressing on Chen An's body.

Faintly, the faint voices around sounded again.

"Life...... The Power of Life ......"

"Life...... Life...... Give me the power to live. ”

"O power of life...... Yes......"

At first, it was still one or two voices, but it didn't take long for a lot of voices to sound, which made Chen An frown when he heard it.

Suddenly, Chen An found that a face made of fog appeared in front of him again, but this time it was not a human face, but seven or eight, all of which were blurred facial features, floating in mid-air, although there were no eyes, but they were staring directly at Chen An.

Bang!

Chen An kicked out a pit on the ground with the force of his feet, and quickly pounced forward, smashing those faces.

The surrounding fog flickered, then churned wildly, churning constantly.

The faint voice of speech sounded again, unable to distinguish the direction, as if in every corner, everywhere, densely packed, whispering.

"Soul ...... Pure ...... Soul ......"

"Soul ...... Target...... Breath ......"

"Soul!"

"Soul!"

"Soul!"

The voices grew louder and louder, and finally became the same words, no longer blurred, audible and reverberating in the mist.

Chen An's face was ugly, he felt the increasing pressure on his body, kept retreating, and suddenly, he found that the fog around him was thick, and it was almost about to turn into substance, wrapping him.

In the mist, there were all palm-sized faces, all staring at him directly, with blurred facial features and expressionless faces.

"Soul!"

"Soul, I want soul, give me, soul, give me soul!!"