Yan Luoniang had a delusion, if she hadn't found that she was still dry, and what she was standing on the ground was also dry, she would almost think that she had just stood here and had a dream.

Glancing at the senior brothers and sisters behind him, he only felt that they were all weak, and he was scared and worried in his heart, and said, "Senior brother and sister, let's go." No one answered her, and she went into the darkness alone.

Today's night seems extraordinarily dark and extraordinarily long.

She walked about ten steps, and suddenly thought of seeing the dead Fifth Senior Brother, the disappeared Seventh Senior Brother, and the skinned Eighth Senior Sister in the Wind and Rain Pavilion, and looked back in shock. But he found that the senior brothers and sisters behind him all had faces like ashes, and their eyes were firmly fixed on the lamp in their hands. She was horrified in her heart, exclaimed, turned around and ran, stepped out, and rose into the air, like a swimming dragon.

From a distance, I only saw a green lantern burning with a red flame passing through the dark world.

Yan Luoniang didn't dare to look back, her intuition told her that the senior brothers and sisters behind her were still following closely, and she could already feel the cold breath around her neck, and she faintly heard a crow scream in her ears, like a resentful soul asking for her life.

She didn't know what happened to her brothers and sisters, or what spells they had fallen into, but at this moment, she realized that stepping into the cultivation world did not mean being free, but stepping into the life and death training ground.

After the rain the night was exceptionally dark, dark and silent.

Yan Luoniang tried her best to escape, and when she came to the Jinghe Embroidery Spring Bend, it was already the time when the sky was shining. There was a distance of 100 miles from the abandoned mountain temple to Xiuchun Bend, and their group walked for a night, if they hadn't been delayed in the wind and rain pavilion for so long, they would have already arrived at the Xiuchun Bend River Temple. From a distance, she saw the vast white expanse, and her heart was overjoyed, thinking it was the Jing River. But when she flew in, she found that it was not the Jing River, but a white mist belt, which was filled with white fog and soared in the air, making her mistakenly think that it was the surging Jing River. However, she also knew that the Jing River was in front of her, and she was almost there. Looking down, I saw that even the village in front of the river was shrouded in white mist.

Yan Luoniang was only slightly stunned and had already plunged into the white mist, the mana in her body was almost exhausted, and the senior brothers and sisters behind her who had changed and didn't know what it was no longer allowed her to think about anything else.

Plunging headlong into the white mist, she immediately felt a thick dampness, as if entering an invisible river, and the white mist was not moving, but rushing rapidly. It was not clear in the white mist, but the red flame of the glazed green lamp in her hand drove the white mist out of a two-zhang square circle. It's just that Yan Luoniang looked at the glass lamp in her hand and was worried, only she knew that her mana was about to run out, and once she entered this white mist, the mana consumption required to drive this soul-fixing lamp was even greater, and the flame of the lamp at this time was as big as a little red bean.

The wind rose behind her, and she knew that it was her brothers and sisters who had also fallen into the white mist. Unable to find out the direction in the air, she descended to the ground only to find that it was next to Heqian Village. Quickly ran towards the embankment of the Jing River in front of Heqian Village, only a few steps, and the light in his hand suddenly went out. It's like a fire being extinguished by water, extinguished silently, without shaking.

Yan Luoniang exclaimed, she heard the evil wind behind her ears, and a chill surged from her back in the back of her head, and she waved a clear light behind her without looking back, and her body was already floating forward. With this spell, she really discovered that this white mist was unusual, and the power of the spell had been greatly reduced. And the further you go inside, the white mist seems to have become a substance, which can envelop people and walk, as if walking in a rushing river.

Just when she was frightened, the river fog in front of her suddenly rolled out to reveal a road. Looking at the thick white mist on both sides that were rolling and churning like river waves, I thought to myself if this was the river god, if so, then this method was really amazing.

She also ran forward quickly along the unclear road in the white mist, and after a while she had reached the river embankment, she still couldn't see the river temple, but faintly heard a human voice whispering in the white mist, and only heard someone say: "I can't imagine that this little river god has this means to apply the spiritual power of the river and the power of the river so cleverly." ”

Another person said: "I don't think he is necessarily inferior to Ye Qingxue." ”

"Hehe, you've just seen Ye Qingxue make a move, and if you haven't faced her in person, you'll never be able to feel the ingenuity of her thunder technique, many people only know that she defeated the young heroes of Obsidian in the first battle of Koulongpo, but they didn't notice that none of the defeated people were seriously injured and died, one by one, they just didn't have the strength to fight back at that time, in fact, they were unscathed, this wonderful control is a few in the world."

"No matter how good she is, it's been gone for years now. Some people say that she has been trapped in Kunlun Mountain, I can't be wrong, last year, Chen Jing was so desperate to follow the Jiaolong King to meet the thunder into Kunlun, he must have wanted to rescue Ye Qingxue. ”

"Hey, there's a way here." Suddenly, someone was startled and said loudly.

Yan Luoniang was shocked in her heart, and said secretly: "It's not good, they found out." Just as she was about to run up the embankment, the road ahead disappeared, and there was a white expanse around her.

"Gone." Someone said unwillingly. Yan Luoniang listened to the sound and looked to the left, looking towards the place where the sound came from, she could faintly see a little yellow light like a lamp, I don't know what kind of magic weapon emitted the light. She didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of being heard by them. At that moment, she heard another exclamation, followed by an exclamation, "Who." ”

Then I felt the white mist rolling, like a raging river.

"It's a group of people who have fallen under the spell, let's just avoid it." Someone said.

Yan Luoniang was shocked in her heart, and secretly wondered if they had met their senior brother and sister. When I was worried and scared, a pale blue butterfly, about the size of a palm, suddenly appeared in front of me, fluttering in the white mist. She suddenly remembered the pale blue butterfly she had seen in the Wind and Rain Pavilion. The butterfly flew towards the front master around her, and Yan Luoniang immediately followed the butterfly quickly.

In a short time you have reached the top of the river embankment, and after a few steps you will see the river temple.

Butterflies fluttered through the white mist, heading straight for the river temple. The door of the river temple was open, but the white mist in the temple was thicker and denser, rolling around, as if all the white mist was coming from the temple. The butterfly disappeared into the temple, and Yan Luoniang also ran into it, and as soon as she entered the temple, her eyes suddenly opened up, where was there any white mist. In front of him, a blue-robed man stood outstanding, with a long sword hanging from his waist and black hair high, who was it not Chen Jing.

In addition to Chen Jing, there is a big red shrimp and a shell standing on the left and right sides, and a little farther away there is a woman in an ink skirt, wearing paper flowers on her head, with a slender waist, looking soft and weak, as if a gust of wind can blow her away. There was also a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old, holding a green brick in her hand, blinking her eyes and looking at her curiously. She was the first to speak, only to hear her say: "Are you the big sister who left with the immortals?" ”

"You know me?" Yan Luo didn't know this little girl, and no one in the village knew her.

"I saw it when you were taken away by the gods, and you were still on the clouds looking at the ground, right?" Yan Luoniang was surprised, she had been away from here for more than ten years, and this little girl looked like she was only in her teens, how could she see herself at that time. The little girl continued: "I was grazing cattle over there, and when I looked up, I saw it. ”

The little girl said while pointing in the direction, Yan Luoniang immediately knew that this little girl was extraordinary, and felt that she did not have the slightest mana on her, but she also knew that she must not be an ordinary person.

"You've got something unclean on you." Chen Jing said suddenly.

Yan Luoniang heard Chen Jing's words, and her heart suddenly soured, and she had the urge to cry. For her, these days are a nightmare, especially last night, that bone-like fear stuck to her soul, seeing her brothers and sisters die one by one, and watching them become strange and terrifying, her heart has already panicked and feared, if she didn't keep thinking that the river temple is not far ahead, she is only afraid that she will go crazy.

Yan Luoniang's throat was stiff, and she couldn't speak for a while, but lowered her head. Suddenly, I felt a warmth on the top of my head, as if a hand was on my head, and then the warm current flowed down from the top of my head, dispelling the chill of my body and mind.

"It's just an evil spirit, and I've driven it out."

Yan Luoniang looked up and saw Chen Jing's retracted hand, and immediately understood that it was indeed his hand on her head just now.

"Your brother and sister are dead." Chen Jing said.

"Ah......" Although Yan Luoniang felt that her senior brother and sister were weird, there must be a big problem, and just now I heard someone in the white mist say that there was some evil spell, but she didn't think about the fact that her senior brother and sister were dead.

"How could it be, someone in the white mist just now said that he had fallen under some evil spell!" Yan Luoniang hurriedly said.

Chen Jing was silent for a while and said, "I know, but I can be sure that your senior brother and sister's consciousness has been extinguished. As if in response to his words, a strange cry suddenly came from outside the River Temple, and there was a chill and terror in the chirp.

"It's the crow." Yan Luoniang exclaimed.

"What crow?" Chen Jing asked.

Just as Yan Luoniang was about to speak, she saw Chen Jing suddenly wave his sleeves towards the outside of the River Temple, and a light blue sword light rolled out like the wind, and at the same time, his figure had already rushed out of the River Temple in a flash. Yan Luoniang immediately turned around and looked outside the river temple, only to see the billowing white mist, and one after another light appeared in the sky, and a person shone out of the light.

"Ah......" Yan Luoniang snorted lightly and covered her mouth with her hand, she could naturally see that those rays of light were the magic weapons of her senior brothers and sisters, and the people shrouded in light were naturally her senior brothers and sisters, of course she knew that her senior brothers and sisters' magic weapons were powerful.

But when her exclamation was hidden, she saw a light blue light suddenly appear in the white mist, piercing straight into the crowd, and the light blue sword light bloomed and burst out, shining in an instant, angry and fierce. Rushing from front to back, wherever he passed, neither magic weapons nor spells were ineffective, just like a sword entering a flower, and no one could resist it.

Everywhere the sword light passed, the blood in the throats of Yan Luoniang's senior brothers and sisters bloomed like flowers, and the magic weapon in his hand still radiated light, but the person had already fallen to the ground. The sword is deadly, no one can send out magic weapons, and no one can wave the spells that have been gathered.