Time goes back to when Ji Linxing and the others just met the "Black Rabbit".

This was not the first time that their group had fallen into an illusion, and Jiang Xiaoyue came to her senses faster than before.

The special blessing of the power of the earth for the earth-based talents, coupled with several hits along the way, has allowed her to completely awaken the entire team in a very short period of time.

However, this time, as soon as everyone's perception was restored, they heard Yan Ling exclaim in disbelief: "This is the cold mountain?"

"What? Are you sure?" Ji Linxing's eyes suddenly locked on her.

Yan Ling was also a little surprised, but after she was completely calm, she took a closer look at it, and finally nodded affirmatively: "I also practiced here some time ago, and the mountain trend is exactly the same as all the layouts."

Li Yuzhi said in a deep voice, "Then it seems that this time it is an illusion created by using the memory of the word spirit."

Along the way, almost everyone's memories have been used as creative material.

"Yan Ling, when you were practicing, was the aura here as strong as it is now?" Wen Jinfang's hand removed from the plant next to him and asked softly.

Yan Ling was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that something was wrong around him: "No...... No, although the aura of Hanshan is much more than that of the outside world, it is definitely not thick to this extent."

As she spoke, her gaze moved to the vegetation beside Wen Jinfang, and her eyes suddenly paused: "And these spirit plants, the ones in my memory are not so vibrant."

"It's not that the illusion is true or false, then this slight difference is reasonable, right?" Wen Hanchi said softly.

This statement is obviously in line with everyone's thinking at this time, except for ...... Wen Jinfang.

The latter was still looking around, with some wariness and inquiry in his eyes.

"Dr. Wen, do you have any concerns?" Ji Linxing knew that Wen Jinfang was special, and he couldn't help but get closer when he saw this.

Wen Jinfang shook his head: "I just think that this cold mountain may not be the other cold mountain."

A few people were stunned, but before they could ask more, several figures in the sky rushed in their direction. Fun Cabinet

Obviously, one second it was still far away in the sky, but the next moment it was already in front of you.

So fast!!

Ji Linxing's pupils shrank.

At this speed, they simply can't avoid it.

However, unexpectedly, these monks, dressed in gold-trimmed white robes, landed on the ground and went straight through their bodies.

Unaware of their existence.

Several people's eyes widened in shock.

Yan Ling squeezed his palm in a trance: "Why ......?"

In the previous illusion, they could obviously touch people.

And—

Ji Linxing raised his hand and patted a tree beside him, and felt a tangible touch in his palm.

Now everyone was even more puzzled.

"Let's go and have a look." Wen Jinfang gestured to a few white-robed monks not far in front of him and proposed.

Probably because this is Hanshan, everyone is always a little more curious, so they all nodded to follow.

The white-robed monks deliberately restrained their breath since they landed, and walked inside with a vigilant expression.

Because they didn't have to worry about the hidden problem, Yan Ling and the others simply walked directly to them.

"The robes on their bodies and the spiritual weapons they carry are all of a good level." Li Yuzhi suddenly spoke up, "You can see the token on their waists, it seems that they belong to ordinary disciples of a certain sect."

"Sect?" Everyone was stunned for a moment, and their eyes suddenly looked over.

I saw that on the iron token, the names and positions of several people were written in some rough terms.

There was a token facing them head-on, and the three big characters "Luoxia Sect" were clearly written.

Iron is the most commonly used material in the Lingwu world, and the iron tokens of these people basically show that they are just the most ordinary disciples in this so-called "Luoxia Sect".

However......

"What year is this?" The word "sect" was useless when my grandfather was wearing open crotch pants, right?" Ji Linxing twisted his eyebrows and said.

"And ordinary disciples can have such a strong magic weapon as Lingyun, then the scale of this sect must be definitely not small." Li Yuzhi continued.

Looking at the expressions of several people who frequently turned back in horror, Yan Ling was a little puzzled: "Who are they hiding?"

As if in response to her words, one of them, a slightly thin monk, asked his companion in a somewhat panicked manner, "Will those brutes still chase after her?"

"Shhhh Be quiet!" Beside him, a slightly gray-haired monk B exclaimed, "This is a cold mountain!"

"Hey, don't worry, it's been hundreds of years here, and no evil beast has ever dared to come in." Monk C looked ahead with a solemn look in his eyes.

The mountains and forests are extremely quiet, even the sound of the wind can't be seen, and the sound of a few people stepping on the broken branches and fallen leaves is extremely obvious.

A few people cautiously walked in for about a few hundred meters, and a fog emerged at some point.

The breathing of several people became heavier and heavier.

"Something isn't right, stop first!" A middle-aged man walking at the end suddenly spoke.

Several people stopped in response.

They mobilized their spiritual power to protect their bodies, but the cold sweat on their heads became more and more, and their backs gradually bent.

"Body, good, heavy." Monk Jia spoke with difficulty.

The white robes on their bodies lit up slightly, but the protective power on them could not withstand the mist rising from the mountain forest.

The sound of kneeling sounded one after another, and several people were already pressed to the point that they could not move an inch, their faces were red, and their muscles were bursting up.

At this moment, the creeping mist suddenly paused, and then quickly faded, and the silence of the mountains and forests returned.

Several people were suddenly able to breathe, their bodies lost their balance, and they were planted in a heavy fight.

After a while, a few people got up with hindsight.

"Just ...... What's going on?" Monk Armor muttered in horror.

Monk Bing crossed his legs and breathed twice, and then said, "It is said that Hanshan has a master, and its cultivation is extremely terrifying, so for so many years, no one dares to come to Hanshan to disturb."

The gray-haired monk B stood up, "I heard from my master that Hanshan seems to be the abode of the gods......

"God? More than 600 years have passed since the post-spirit era...... Haven't god-level powerhouses been extinct a long time ago?" Monk Armor muttered softly in disbelief, "Is it really okay for us to stay here?"

It doesn't seem like it's okay.

"But the beast tide outside won't pass in a few days." Monk B's expression was heavy.

Looking at it this way, it turned out to be a dead end left and right.

And the few people who could only watch the play next to them were also unbelievable.

"This illusion realm is actually the era of the end of the law?!" Jiang Xiaoyue's expression was solemn.

Nowadays, in addition to the Yan family in the Lingwu world, the oldest inheritance family can only be traced back to the end of the law era.

"Could it be—" Yan Ling's gaze turned to Ji Linxing, "The foundation of this illusion is your memory?"

Ji Linxing shook his head: "After telling me about the Dream Swallowing Flower, she patted something on my shoulder, although I don't know what it is, I'm sure these demons have no way to extract my memories or dreams."

This "she" naturally refers to words and joys.

It's not Ji Linxing's, so who still has this memory?

People on both sides, for different reasons, fell into deep thought.

Suddenly, there was a rustle of leaves behind everyone, which was very obvious in the empty and quiet mountain forest.

Everyone quickly turned around and looked over—

But in the next moment, he was stunned.

An ancient tree behind them had a leafy branch hanging down.

And when they looked over, a slender white hand was delicately pulling away the branches, revealing the face of a woman.

She was dressed in azure plain clothes, and her long inky hair was like a waterfall, and she was loosely tied behind her by strips of cloth.

At the moment, he tilted his head slightly, looking at them detachedly from behind the green leaves.

What shocked people was not only the timing of her appearance, but also the beautiful face.

The skin is better than snow, the eyebrows are arched like the moon, the eyes are slightly narrow, the nose bridge is high, and the lips are outward, which is a very aggressive beauty.

It is as if the spirits of the mountains and forests have absorbed all the favors of heaven and earth.

However, her eyes were black and white, and there was no emotion, as if the clear spring water had faded away the sense of oppression brought by Sheng Ji's appearance.

Suddenly, it seemed that the spirit had become a fairy, and it was awe-inspiring.

"This aunt, senior! We have encountered a tide of beasts, and we have no choice but to enter the cold mountain for temporary refuge, and we have no intention of offending the owner of the cold mountain, please forgive me! Take care of it!"

Monk B, as the oldest man, immediately confessed.

He bowed respectfully, not daring to look at the woman again.

The others are not stupid, and they have followed suit.

The sound of some robes rubbing the branches and leaves sounded, and the monks looked up to see the woman with a calm expression and an outstretched right hand, her slender index finger pointing straight to the southeast.

As she moved, the mountains and forests revealed a new long path like Moses dividing the sea, reaching beyond the cold mountains.

"Let's go back." The woman lowered her hand and did not speak, but her voice sounded in everyone's ears.

The voice is as cold as frost, but the tone is soft, with some soothing.

With that, she slowly put down her left hand, which was holding the branch, and turned to leave.

「……」

Several white-robed monks glanced at each other, and finally agreed to leave the path the woman had pointed out.

And as they left, Yan Ling and the others felt a distortion of space-

In the next moment, the scenery in front of them suddenly changed again.

"Where is this?"

Yan Ling looked around: "It seems to ...... It's still Cold Mountain, only this time, we are at the foot of Cold Mountain. Whoa—"

Yan Ling pointed behind him: "It's just that Hanshan has opened the protective formation, so outsiders are not allowed to trespass."

「……」

When these words came out, the scene was silent for a moment.

This kind of protection, Yan Ling may only have seen it in Yan Fenghuan.

But—

"Who is that woman just now...... the first to speak out was the shy Wen Hanchi.

"Could it be that the previous owner of Hanshan was not Miss Yan?" Jiang Xiaoyue asked softly.

「……」

For a while, no one could answer such a question.

In fact, they all had a vague guess in their hearts, but no one said it.

After all, the woman just now and the words they saw, whether it was in appearance, voice, or temperament, could not find any similarity.

Except for the fact that they are both the owners of Hanshan, which is very suspicious, there is no trace of anything else to prove that these two people are related.