Just as he wanted to take a step, Shen Qingyi suddenly came back to his senses.

Shen Qingyi, who had woken up, looked over again, where was there any white world, leaving only something strange suspended in a gray mist.

The black-brown wooden stick, standing in the gray mist, looks bad, not to mention what kind of treasure it looks like, even the burning stick in the kitchen, maybe its appearance is not comparable.

Shen Qing looked around, but he couldn't see anything, and there was a gray mist all around him.

After looking to no avail, Shen Qingyi looked at the inconspicuous wooden stick again.

Frowning slightly.

Shen Qingyi exhaled and cautiously approached the inconspicuous wooden stick.

When there was only one step left before the stick, Shen Qingyi finally stopped.

The stick remained still, quietly staying in its original place.

Shen Qingyi slowly stretched out his hand, and when his index finger touched the rough wooden stick, the wooden stick shook slightly.

Shen Qingyi immediately withdrew his hand and took a few steps back vigilantly.

It was only after Shen Qingyi retreated that the wooden stick was quiet again and no longer trembled.

Shen Qingyi calmed down his heart.

This is the first time Shen Qingyi has faced such a strange side alone.

All kinds of scientific ideas in the previous life, under this strange wooden stick, seem to be unable to find a reasonable explanation.

Shen Qingyi told himself that this was the world of cultivating immortals.

After a while, Shen Qingyi finally calmed down his mood.

Courageous again, he walked towards the stick.

After all, in this space, it seems that only this wooden stick is somewhat special.

When the familiar roughness came from his fingertips again, Shen Qingyi felt the trembling of the wooden stick again.

Although this time it was not as strong as just now, the tremor still came from the place of contact.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The faint trembling sound, unconsciously, seemed to merge with Shen Qingyi's heartbeat.

"Bang!"

Shen Qingyi's heart couldn't help but tremble.

Looking at the wooden stick suddenly, Shen Qingyi's eyes were a little incredible, she had just ......

Seems to have sensed the emotions of this stick just now?

There is a certain kind of ...... in the joy Sadness?

But how can a wooden stick have emotions?

Could it be that this inconspicuous wooden stick is a magic weapon with spirits in the world of cultivating immortals?

All kinds of doubts hit his heart, but Shen Qingyi couldn't get his doubts solved because of his lack of knowledge in this area.

It's just that Shen Qingyi didn't feel any malice from this wooden stick just now, which made Shen Qingyi breathe a sigh of relief.

It's just that she didn't dare to completely put her mind at ease, after all, the place where she was staying now was really strange.

"Shhh

Shen Qingyi withdrew his hand suddenly, but it was already a step too late.

The bright red blood, the moment it invaded the black and rough wooden stick, the light had already spread out in all directions.

Pale golden holy light enveloped Shen Qingyi, and Shen Qingyi's body seemed to be firmly bound by some kind of force.

Shen Qingyi was a little flustered for a while, and wanted to break free, but he couldn't move.

And just as the golden light enveloped Shen Qingyi, a milky white light also emanated from Shen Qingyi's body, and the light was also mixed with a faint inky cyan.

Shen Qingyi immediately felt that some kind of confinement on his body had loosened a lot.

I saw that the pale golden light quickly rushed towards the light the moment the light appeared on Shen Qingyi's body.