For cultivators, stepping on flowers and leaves is just a small skill, and shrinking the ground into inches is not a profound spell, the problem is that from the beginning to the present, it has lasted half an hour, and it has been a journey of nearly 100 miles.

On the other hand, this young mage was full of energy, without any tiredness, and he didn't see any magic weapons displayed.

It is taboo to not concentrate during the spell casting, but he has been scolding and cursing the heavens and the earth all the way, and the spell of shrinking the ground into inches is at his fingertips, as if it is not something that a low-level mage can do.

This has gone beyond the Hinayana realm of words and dharmas, and has reached the superior realm of the heart.

Although the world has changed hands and the power has fallen, mages still have a lofty position and play a pivotal role in the Terran world, especially in the north.

Those high-level soul beasts thought twice before acting, judged the situation, and left in time, it was really a wise move.

The rise of the soul master has made the relationship between the human race and the soul beast more tense, in the eyes of the soul beast, the soul master can eat it, but the mage must not mess with it. The new generation of mages has inherited the arrogance of their ancestors, and they have never compromised, and the mages of the superior realm are all important figures in the school palace and the seven great families.

If you rashly launch an attack, even if you are lucky, I am afraid that you will have to bear the surging anger of the Seven Great Families in the near future, and you may even violate the legendary Starry Sky Contract, bringing boundless disasters to the soul beast clan.

Based on all kinds of signs, the background of the young mage's net worth is about to come out.

In today's world, there are not many mages who can cultivate to the realm of mutual self-birth, and there is only one person of this age.

Si Mingqin is true!

A mage who is loved by the heavens.

At the age of three, he entered the Fa, awakened his true eyes, his heart was clear, and he was known as the son of runes by the Xue Palace.

At the age of six, he summoned Milin, broke it and then became superior, born from his heart, and became a high-ranking mage, famous all over the world.

At the age of Huangkou, he has reached a height that is difficult for all living beings to reach in their lifetime, and his ascension to Mahayana is just around the corner. Coming to the Sanctuary was no laughing thing for him, and he might go even further, to the starry sky where none of the ancient sages had ever set foot in it.

The saint on Xiaoqingshan also woke up from his slumber because he opened the eyes of heaven, and the disciple Nan Zongyue descended to Tiemu Cliff to send the gospel.

At the beginning of his birth, Si Mingqin really attracted much attention.

After becoming famous, his every move implicates the breath of tens of millions of people, and his safety is even more related to the life and death of tens of millions of people.

However, he appeared alone in the Wounded Qi Forest, far away from the mundane people, and claimed to have been to the black gate, which is intriguing.

If his whereabouts spread out this time, not only would the Academy Palace and the Seven Great Families be uneasy, but the high-level leaders of the Southern Imperial Capital, the Holy Court, and the Secret Sect would probably have more ideas.

But Si Mingqin really didn't seem to think about it that much, and he didn't care what others thought, at this time he just wanted to keep up with the mysterious little boy in front of him.

It's getting late.

After turning over a mountain, Si Mingqin really stopped on the branches, and saw that the ancient trees were sparse ten miles in front of him, and a large area of emptiness was rarely exposed in the Wounded Qi Forest, and the dilapidated wall under the cover of grass and trees shone in the blood-colored sun.

His eyes searched the wooded area in front of him to find the little boy's small figure, and he smiled with relief.

The light and shadow in the space in front of him were distorted, and the light was brilliant and dreamlike.

Then, Si Mingqin really disappeared into the illusory light and shadow in front of him and disappeared.

Night falls.

The gloomy and bleak twilight shrouded the Wounded Qi Forest, as if everything was sleeping in the fear of death, so quiet that it was suffocating, and even the insects and birds deliberately lowered their voices, so that the sound became extremely distorted, and the trance had a bit of the taste of hell, which was really creepy.

Facing the starry night, there are floating lights in the jungle out of thin air, like a dark fire, flickering in the mist, some still, some wandering around.

I had the courage to take a closer look, but it was a series of broken figures, covered with a halo, in a thousand postures.

The world is not peaceful in broad daylight, how can it be peaceful and peaceful when the sun and moon are not bright?

At this time, day and night alternated, and the spirit appeared.

This race, trapped between life and death, is a mysterious existence than soul beasts, and there are too many phenomena that people can't explain.

Since ancient times, no one has been able to pinpoint exactly where they have gone during the day.

Of course, that doesn't mean that wraiths won't haunt during the day.

Most of the resentful spirits in the Wounded Qi Forest are concentrated near the jungle ruins, whispering all night.

They repeat syllables that the Terrans cannot understand, cry like songs, and have an irresistible strange power that confuses people's hearts. People with low morale and low cultivation can easily get lost and unable to extricate themselves, and eventually lose their souls and become a walking corpse.

When there is no external disturbance, the wraith does nothing, floats in the air, aimlessly swaying in the wind. But as soon as they are stimulated, they will fall into madness, attacking everything that disturbs their peace in a unique way.

After the resentful spirit appeared, the little boy had some scruples and landed on the surface of the jungle, becoming a little more cautious and slowing down a lot.

He suppressed his breathing and heartbeat, and his body temperature slowly lowered.

After a while, a layer of frost formed on the surface of the little boy's body, and the cold air was enveloping, blocking his breath.

The exposed skin was dead gray, and his face was as white as a demon.

The little boy blends in with the jungle at night, disappearing in the mist.

He has been in the Wounded Qi Forest since he was a child, knows the laws of the jungle, knows the horrors of these alien races, is in awe, and has also practiced a lot of self-defense skills to avoid them.

Every creature here, including powerful soul beasts and treacherous spirits, has its own weaknesses.

In order to survive, not only must you hide yourself and remove traces in time, but you also need a pair of discerning eyes to identify your opponent's camouflage and traps.

The positions of hunters and prey in the jungle often reverse dramatically, but not at all, and no one can guarantee their absolute safety.

But at this time, there was a high-level soul beast a hundred miles away who ignored the law of the jungle, and became extremely irritable after nightfall, revealing its true body.

From a distance, it looks like a rampaging mountain, rampaging between heaven and earth, and the whole body is surrounded by cyan flames, like an ancient demon god, which is particularly eye-catching in the night.

This thing has nine heads on its neck, spraying water and spitting fire all the way, summoning thunder and lightning, which is the nine babies of the wandering corpse.

Wherever the Nine Infants passed, everything was in dire straits, and there was no life at all.

Compared with several other neighbors around who are about the same wealth, the temperament of the Nine Babies is relatively mild, they like to travel and wander, they are alone, they are a strange flower in the soul beast group, and they don't bother to make a big deal about things that are weaker than it.

Why are you so angry tonight?

The earthquake trembled, the beasts in the forest scurried, and the resentful spirits that had just shown their faces rose into the air, staring at the west together, whispering endlessly, like a mourning song, and I don't know who to sing it to.

In the darkness of the night, the little boy emerged from the jungle and walked silently among the relatively empty rocks, using the cover of shrubs and weeds to quickly approach the dilapidated ruins of ancient buildings in front of him.

The earth inherited the anger of the Nine Infants, and there were many mountains in the west, and the cracks on the surface of the ground spread to the ten miles behind the little boy, and water and fire were born together.

The beings with low skills were engulfed by fire and water, and they had no power to resist resistance, and the scene was very tragic.

The corpses of many animals and plants that were doused with fire and water emitted different smells, which were particularly disgusting, and the ashes fluttered for thousands of miles with the wind, covering the sky.

The destructive power under the wrath of the Nine Infants was indeed terrifying, and some of the ancient tribal villages located in the Wounded Qi Forest heard its angry roar and immediately strengthened their vigilance, and the remote towns could also feel the shaking of the earth and panic.

Under the stars, the little boy never looked back.

Everything that happened at the moment was only the tip of the iceberg in the vast Wounded Qi Forest, and compared to the Northern Regions and even the entire continent, the hustle and bustle of the land was nothing to worry about.

There are many similar incidents every day, and I don't think the big people of all ethnic groups and all walks of life will take it to heart.

Legend has it that the starry sky contract promoted by the ancient mages has turned into a supreme will to envelop the world, restraining the fate of all living beings in the dark, protecting the human race in an unpredictable way, and intimidating the three alien races for 10,000 years, but it seems that it has never shone on this land.

Was it the negligence of the ancient mages?

The earth will heal!

Hasn't this old world under the stars always looked like this?

The world in the little boy's eyes is probably only the Wounded Qi Forest, and he can't touch the world outside.

But who knows what lies beneath his immature but cold exterior.

Not even the wraiths who were only three feet away from him could detect his breathing or heartbeat.

At this moment, a kind and sentimental voice came to the little boy's ears.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time. ”