He gasped, pale, and breathless.

Bright red blood trickled down the corners of his mouth, and the strength of the spiritual power emanating from his entire body was weakened, as if he had just experienced a big battle and had been severely injured.

What's wrong with you?

Feeling the weakness coming from various parts of his body, Han Yun looked a little confused, and he didn't know what was going on.

In his memory, he meditated and cultivated halfway, and it was precisely because of the fact that his cultivation did not advance but retreated, and his heart continued to be a little restless, and then, the world in front of him suddenly turned blood-red, and then he didn't know anything.

After a few moments of stunned breath, he finally reacted.

I'm going crazy!

Hell, he was obviously just coaxing Ye Song, saying that the attacking technique he practiced had a chance to go mad.

I didn't expect it to become a prophecy, but I really bumped into it today.

Obviously, he was just in ordinary cultivation.

Although there is a certain chance that you will go crazy, in general, the probability of this happening is extremely small.

As long as you keep a calm mind, it will be difficult to encounter it for decades, and generally only when the monk first enters the threshold, will he encounter it a few times because of impatience.

Thinking of this, Han Yun's expression suddenly changed slightly.

Peace of mind...... By the way, I was a little upset because I had been cultivating for a few hours, but as a result, my cultivation had not advanced but retreated.

Now that I think about it, eighty percent of it was because of this incident that I went crazy.

Strange, what the hell is going on.

Han Yun felt that his brain was not enough.

He had lived for decades, and it was not only the first time he had encountered it, but it was also the first time he had heard of such a situation.

The more you cultivate, the more your cultivation falls.

That's outrageous!

Han Yun was extremely depressed, but since Ye Song was sitting next to him, although he was desperate to figure out what the situation was, he could only temporarily suppress his restless heart.

Thinking of Ye Song, the white-clothed monk turned his head to look to the side.

I saw that the other party's eyes were staring at him coldly, and his breathing was slightly short.

Looking at its appearance, it should be because it took a lot of effort to help channel the spiritual power in the body.

Thinking of this, Han Yun couldn't help but feel grateful in his heart.

If it weren't for the help of the other party, I am afraid that my state of going crazy would have lasted for a long time before I could wake up.

The longer this state is maintained, the more dangerous it becomes.

If you wake up naturally, I'm afraid it's not just as simple as a slight damage to your cultivation.

At the very least, you have to suffer a serious injury to your vitality, and you can only recover after a month or two of cultivation.

Han Yun suddenly felt a little remorse in his heart.

Ye Song was so dedicated to himself, and he actually suspected that he was cheating on himself behind his back in the battle with Lei Xinghe.

It's me who crosses the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain.

Thinking of this, Han Yun arched his hand and was about to thank Ye Song.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a black mist looming behind Ye Song's head.

Seeing this, the white-clothed monk's heart suddenly tightened, and his pupils shrank.

Mr. Jin is here.

He was a little apprehensive in his heart, not knowing if his performance with Ye Song was enough to deceive the other party.

No, for the sake of insurance, I have to say a few words to prove that I am indeed an ally with the other party.

Ye Song saw Han Yun saluting to him, looking ready to thank him.

But after the other party opened his mouth, he didn't make a sound, but looked behind him with a strange gaze.

He subconsciously followed Han Yun's gaze and turned his head.

However, there was nothing behind him.

Looking back again, Han Yun's expression had returned to normal.

I only heard him say to himself:

"Ye Song, tonight's incident is thanks to you, if it weren't for you, I was afraid that if I would suffer a big crime, you, an ally, are really worthy of my Han someone's trust."

Hearing this, Ye Song nodded.

He was extremely puzzled in his heart, and always felt very strange, but he couldn't find a reason, so he replied casually:

"It doesn't have to be that way, it's just a gesture."

When Han Yun heard his reply, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

The other party is still quite good, and he didn't sarcastically say a few words to himself intentionally or unintentionally as usual.

With these two sentences of dialogue, this Mr. Jin must not be doubting himself.

Thinking of this, Han Yun was afraid that Ye Song would say something that he shouldn't say later, so he continued to speak:

"Tonight, because of the cultivation of this attack technique, I accidentally went mad and broke my heart, and I can't continue, so let's stop here for the time being."

"Next, I'm going to recuperate alone for a short while...... If you want to leave, you don't have to wait until noon. ”

When Ye Song heard this, the strange feeling in his heart became stronger and stronger.

But now I don't have the energy to explore the hidden mystery behind it.

When the other party went mad before, the names that he inadvertently said were the focus of his investigation at this stage.

Thinking of this, Ye Song didn't have the heart to stay.

He immediately got up, said goodbye, turned and left.

Han Yun saw that he was resolute and resolute, and he did not doubt it.

After all, the impression that Ye Song left in his mind has always been a person with this kind of character.

After Ye Song left, on the opposite side of Han Yun, the mist of the black mist slowly condensed into a human form, it was Mr. Jin.

Ignoring the pain in his body, Han Yun bowed his head respectfully and saluted:

"I've seen Mr. Jin."

The black mist figure nodded, and he saw Han Yun's embarrassed appearance, and there was a slightly puzzled tone in his hoarse voice:

"What's the matter with you, you've only been seen for twelve hours, why did you get like this?"

Han Yun replied:

"When I was cultivating before, I accidentally went mad......

"Gone mad? No wonder ......"

The black mist figure was relieved, he no longer dwelled on the matter, and instead asked:

"The monk in the bloody robe before is the Ye Song you told me about last time?"

Han Yun naturally nodded.

Hearing this, the black mist figure bowed his head lightly and exclaimed in a hoarse voice:

"Although the strength is so-so, it is barely enough, and this ally you have won over is not bad."

Han Yun breathed a sigh of relief in his heart when he heard Mr. Jin's words.

He knew that he had passed this level.

Han Yun replied respectfully:

"Thanks to the spirit stone funded by Mr. Jin, otherwise, if you want to win him over, you will have to work hard."

Hearing this, the black mist figure's eyes flickered, noncommittal.

With a wave of his hand, he threw out a large pile of glittering things from the black mist and piled them on the floor in front of Han Yun.

Han Yun fixed his eyes and saw that all of them were spirit stones.

The height and diameter of the pile on the floor is about 5,000.

His heart moved, and he vaguely guessed Mr. Jin's thoughts, secretly swallowed his saliva, and asked with some hesitation:

"Mr. Jin, what are these?"

The figure of the black mist let out a hoarse laugh that was extremely harsh and ugly, and then said:

"In view of the fact that you were quite useful before, the old man gave you another five thousand spirit stones, and you continue to use them to win people's hearts."

After saying this, he paused, and his tone suddenly became cold:

"Remember, use them where they should be."

Han Yun hurriedly bowed his head and replied respectfully:

"Mr. Jin, don't worry, I will never make the same mistake last time!"

Hearing this, the Black Mist figure nodded in satisfaction, and then he waved his hand again, summoning two scrolls in the air in front of him and unfolding them.

"I'm going to give you another task to find these two people."

Han Yun fixed his eyes and saw that these two scrolls turned out to be two different portraits.

The portraits depict a boy and a woman.

The woman in it, with a mediocre appearance, belongs to the kind of existence that is thrown into the crowd and can no longer be found.

The other man had a greener face.

The moment Han Yun saw this portrait, he was shocked in his heart.

Isn't this the mortal slave who was killed by himself with a ground rift talisman pit?