Two days passed......

Zhao Lin and the Yin Soul traveled to the south of the Yin Wind Realm.

There is no sun or moon in the sky, and it is difficult for newcomers to distinguish between east, west, north and south, but they can judge the direction and approximate time according to the stars in the sky.

There is a detailed description in the task details, and Zhao Lin quickly mastered it after a period of comparison.

The mountains in the southern part of the country are undulating, and there are no particularly high mountains, but they are steep and steep, and the jungle is dense, and the demon beasts are gradually increasing.

Although the demon beasts have low intelligence, they also have the instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm, and when they see Zhao Lin and Yin Spirit, most of them will flee or hide.

Zhao Lin had little interest in these demon beasts, and they could neither be eaten nor used as materials for talismans and refiners.

In the past two days, I went over the mountains and mountains, and only found two Yin Wind Grass and one Star Peony Grass, and the harvest was very small.

"Li Ting, we'll rest here tonight."

Zhao Lin took out the tent and said to the Yin Spirit.

Lee Stung is the name of a ghost.

The Yin Soul looked like a jellyfish, and Zhao Lin gave it the name of a white sting in order to make it easier to call it.

The Yin Ghost said, "I want to be surnamed Li." ”

Zhao Lin felt very strange and asked, "Why is the surname Li and not other surnames?" ”

The ghost was stumbling and couldn't answer.

Seeing this, Zhao Lin was even more suspicious that it had ingested the soul of a certain monk, so that its perception of himself was skewed, and asked, "You...... Who the hell is it? ”

The Yin Soul was stunned for a long time, and there was a hint of confusion in his tone, "I...... I don't know. ”

Zhao Lin didn't explore any further, and after two days of getting along, the relationship between him and Yin Ghost eased a lot.

Along the way, it was its several reminders that allowed Zhao Lin to avoid the other monks in time, and it was precisely because of this thousand-year-old yin soul that those yin spirits without spiritual intelligence did not dare to come to harass.

Yin Ghost seemed to be slowly getting used to staying with Zhao Lin, and never mentioned leaving again.

Zhao Lin became more and more sure that there was human nature in the Yin Soul, and he was not as strict with it as he was at the beginning, and the amount of Sanyang Pill fed was reduced to a quarter.

However, when resting, Zhao Lin still tied up the yin soul, and the necessary vigilance was indispensable.

The twilight is deep, and the stars change.

Zhao Lin meditated in the tent, and "Li Sting" stood guard at the door.

The yin spirit didn't need to sleep, so Zhao Lin simply let it be on guard.

After finishing the exercise, Zhao Lin looked at the spiritual cultivation map in his mind, thought about it again and again, and erased the Thousand Illusions and Mind Twisting Technique.

Although these two spells are magical and can interfere with the enemy's mind during combat, they belong to the crooked and evil path after all, and with the improvement of cultivation, the role that this illusion can play is getting smaller and smaller.

Another important point is that the space for spiritual meditation is limited, and it is not realistic to occupy two squares to practice illusions.

On the fourth day, continue southbound.

"Li Ting, this world is not big, what is the end?"

Zhao Lin looked at the changing nebula in the sky, and suddenly thought of a question.

"There is an invisible barrier, you can't see it, you can't touch it, but you can't break through it."

Lee replied.

Zhao Lin bowed slightly, he had heard a saying: the small world is compared to a walnut, the inside is the world itself, and the hard shell outside is the barrier.

The sect used a powerful formation breaking technique to open a small hole in the walnut shell, which was the entrance to the small world.

"If you push it from this, the Xuanyuan Continent is probably just a walnut in the eyes of a higher-level world."

Zhao Lin pondered for a while, feeling that this question was too profound and not something he could figure out at the moment, so he shook his head and smiled to himself, and continued to move forward.

Passing through a foothill, the roar of fighting was heard below.

"Boy, why didn't you run away? Obediently hand over the Yin Wind Grass to me! ”

With a loud laugh, a rough voice said.

Zhao Lin didn't want to get involved in this kind of thing, and was about to leave immediately, when he heard the words.

Why is this sound so familiar?

After thinking about it for a while, he remembered that the owner of the voice was the fat monk he had met on the spirit boat.

Don't ask, it must be this guy who is relying on his advanced cultivation and doing things to rob others of their gains.

Zhao Lin is not capable of this kind of thing, the only thing he can do is to leave as soon as possible, so as not to get into trouble.

"Get out, I won't give it!"

A stubborn voice sounded.

Wei Shi!

Zhao Lin was stunned for a moment, and thought, "It's not good, Brother Wei let people block it." ”

"Very good, I'll see how long you can be hard-mouthed! Say it again, hand over the lock bag and obediently pick the seven-day spirit grass for Lao Tzu......"

Zhao Lin hesitated for a moment and moved down the hillside, while gesturing to Li Sting, asking it to follow.

Walk up the hill and look down.

I saw that the fat monk was controlling a small magic weapon "Antler Blade", patrolling in the air, constantly attacking Wei Shi.

Wei Shi was quite embarrassed, his clothes were torn in many places, and there were several wounds on his exposed skin, which was constantly oozing blood.

It stands to reason that even if you are not defeated by physical cultivation, you can at least choose to flee for your life.

But the fat monk already had the means and performed a thorn technique.

Countless thorns grew madly from the ground, like a long snake dancing wildly, and pounced on Wei Shi.

There were sharp spikes on the thorns, and Wei Shi was also extremely jealous, and it took a lot of effort to break one piece, but then new thorns were born.

The fat monk calmly manipulated the law, and from time to time took advantage of Wei Shi's unpreparedness to sneak attack, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, looking like a cat playing with a mouse.

Zhao Lin could see that although this fat monk had a good character, he was an expert in fighting and knew how to deal with physical cultivation.

"Hurry up and surrender, after cleaning up you, Lao Tzu will go and catch that martial artist again, and slowly concoct the two of you!"

Hearing this, Zhao Lin's face sank, and he finally made up his mind, turned his head to Li Ting, and said, "This person is my friend, help interfere with the illusion, and I'll go and rescue the person." ”

"Friends?"

Li Stung was stunned and asked, "What do you conjure?" ”

Zhao Lin's heart flashed quickly, and he said, "You turn into two monks to scare him." ”

Li replied: "Okay, I'll go around from the side, it's a little far from here." ”

Zhao Lin didn't stop him, looked at the back of the yin ghost, and suddenly asked, "You won't take the opportunity to run away, will you?" ”

Without waiting for it to answer, he added: "Even if you want to leave, you will finish the illusion before leaving." ”

I made up my mind that if the Yin Soul ran away, it would have to harden itself.

"Who?"

Zhao Lin quietly moved downward, and when he approached the distance of seventy or eighty zhang, the fat monk suddenly looked over and shouted coldly.

"Which friend is it, trying to meddle with things?"

The fat monk withdrew the magic weapon with a vigilant expression, but he still used the thorn technique to entangle Wei Shi.

"It seems that after all, it's not my race, I'm afraid it's already run away......"

Zhao Lin sighed lightly, and was about to rush out when he suddenly saw the aura fluctuating around the fat monk, and two monks appeared out of thin air!

The two monks each held a flying sword in their hands, and without saying a word, they drove the flying sword to stab at the fat monk in the air!

(End of chapter)