This "air kick", Ding Xiaocong gave full play to his weight advantage, Guo Yunxiang finally couldn't support it, exclaimed, was pulled out of the grinding plate, and the two of them flew up and fell to the ground, rolling into a ball.

As soon as he stabilized his figure, Ding Xiaocong hurriedly pushed Guo Yunxiang away, and hurriedly opened the witch's eye again, however, the cry in the grinding plate was still there, but the hand just now was gone. This confirmed his conjecture in his heart that this powerful yang soul was bound in the grinding disc and could not get out.

Ding Xiaocong breathed a sigh of relief and looked to his side, Guo Yunxiang was sitting on the ground, holding her right wrist with her left hand, her eyes were dull and trembling, it seemed that she was really frightened.

"Don't be afraid." Ding Xiaocong hurriedly moved over, put his palm on the back of Guo Yunxiang's head, rubbed it gently, and began to hum a ghost song. The eerie ghost voice came out, soothing Guo Yunxiang's soul, and at the same time causing something else to resonate......

Gradually, Guo Yunxiang stopped trembling, her left hand was released, and there was no trace on her right wrist, which was originally an illusion. Opposite them, the cry in the millstone gradually became softer, and it seemed to be affected by the ghost song.

Finally freed from the boundless fear, Guo Yunxiang's body went limp, fell on the hay, and fell asleep. At that moment just now, her mental tension was extremely high, and her soul was extremely tired, and now she was soothed by Ding Xiaocong's ghost voice, and she couldn't support it immediately.

This is the soul's sleep, and it is difficult to wake her up until she sleeps soundly.

Seeing Guo Yunxiang asleep, Ding Xiaocong began to get nervous again, when a person is asleep, the soul will become basically defenseless, and it is easier to be disturbed by external factors, so she must be taken out quickly.

Although Ding Xiaocong was almost tired just now, fortunately, Guo Yunxiang was very light, and he still had the strength to carry it.

Now that the two of them had fallen into the innermost part, there were only two ways to escape, one was to walk through the stone mill, and the other was to simply jump off the stream. There is no wall on the side of the water mill facing the stream, so he jumps casually, but Ding Xiaocong doesn't dare to ......

If you are hit on the shore, you can still take a beat, but if you are hit in the water, you can only feed Wang Ba.

Ding Xiaoming knew how powerful that yang soul was, but he was carrying Guo Yunxiang, so he had no choice, so he gritted his teeth and rushed over from the stone grinding edge. The moment he passed by, the sharp cry was loud, and the noise made his brain "buzz", and he almost fainted.

This is the resonance of the soul, and the closer you go, the more obvious it becomes.

Ding Xiaocong ran over just now, taking advantage of the inertia, his eyes went black, and he recovered in an instant, and finally did not fall. It was only when he rushed to the door of the mill that he breathed a sigh of relief, listening to the strange cry behind him, and secretly rejoicing that his soul power was okay, and he survived.

At this time, he had already begun to regret it, he really shouldn't have come rashly, let alone brought Guo Yunxiang with him. But this is also something he didn't expect in advance, what is the concept of yang soul? It's basically the level of those heads of the big sects, who would have thought that they would meet in this remote mountain village!

This yang soul must be bound in the stone mill by something, otherwise Ding Xiaocong is like this, 10 are not enough to see.

"Howl, no one will take care of you if you break your throat!" Ding Xiaocong viciously squirted at the stone mill, carried Guo Yunxiang and rushed out of the water mill, and then froze.

I saw that it was gray outside, and I couldn't see my five fingers, and I didn't know when it started to fall in a thick fog.

"Oops!" Ding Xiaocong's heart immediately jumped to his throat, just now he was coaxing him to think that he had made great progress in cultivation, but now it seems that he is purely self-deception, and he is clearly tricked.

Just ten seconds ago, he glanced outside the waterwheel, a moon and stars were sparse, the sky and the earth were clear, and it was impossible for the fog to rise so quickly. How to describe it? The mist was as thick as milk, heavy as lead, and you could even feel the resistance when you stretched out your hand.

Ding Xiaocong didn't act rashly, he stood in place, trying to adjust his breathing while thinking.

The fog must not exist, it must be the means used by the trapped yang soul.

There are two possibilities, one is that some kind of spell instantly summoned this fog, which is very small, almost zero. Directly caused a fog in the sky, that is a means in fantasy novels, and it should not exist in reality, unless you really meet an immortal, and that yang soul is obviously not.

As for the second possibility, and the only reasonable explanation, when he rushed over the mill just now, he was subjected to a nightmare (hypnosis) in his soul by that yang spirit, and this fog was simply an illusion. In fact, this possibility is amazing enough, a bound soul can scare Ding Xiaocong in that instant, which shows how strong the soul power is.

You must know that Ding Xiaocong's soul strength is much higher than that of ordinary people, and it is impossible for ordinary hypnotists to hypnotize him at the mercy of any way.

After making a preliminary judgment, the next step is to find a solution.

With Ding Xiaocong's current ability, even if he opens his eyes, he can't see his soul, just like it is difficult for a barber to cut his hair, unless he can reach the realm of out-of-body soul one day. If you can't see your own soul, it is almost impossible to directly clear the nightmare spell, that is, the spell cannot be used, and you can only rely on technology.

After thinking for a while, Ding Xiaocong took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and began to walk forward. His idea is very simple, the nightmare is a very superficial interference, there is no initiative, since this nightmare is to interfere with the optic nerve, then simply don't look at it, just walk in a straight line.

Outside the water mill is the main road in and out of Woniu Village, and if you go straight down, the most likely thing is to walk into the rape field on the side of the road.

The truth is simple to say, but when it comes to doing it, it may not be the same thing......

Ding Xiaocong was ready to wrestle, walked straight with his eyes closed, and just like that, step by step, a minute passed, and his feet were still stable. He began to feel a little anxious in his heart, could it be that his judgment was wrong? Does the other party really know some kind of magical spell? Can't you......

After settling down, Ding Xiaocong endured without opening his eyes, and continued to carry Guo Yunxiang forward, he firmly believed that it was impossible for that yang soul to have this ability. Witchcraft is a very serious science, and as a witch, he will never believe in unreasonable things.

After walking for another minute, Ding Xiaocong's confidence began to waver hopelessly, his feet were still very steady, and there was no sign of change, should he really meet the top master? Then this is a lot of fun......

Ding Xiaocong thought to himself, changing the terrain and landform, his master may not be able to do it, right? For 50,000 yuan to fight such an unborn master, I am really tired of being alive!

Just thinking of this, when Ding Xiaocong was about to open his eyes, suddenly, a familiar exclamation came from not far away, "Master shallot, be careful!" ”

Who is this voice? Red Flower Fairy Red Flower! Ding Xiaocong was overjoyed in his heart, and then he noticed that his front foot stepped into the air, the sky was spinning, and he threw himself into the cold water.