The spring breeze begins to rise, and the willows are green first, and the poor people are looking forward to returning before they go.

The dust of the small courtyard is particularly imprinted, and the past commercial buses are deep.

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The Pingfeng sea ship is really passing through the sea of mist with calm waves, although the fog obscures the sky and the sun, there is no light, and things do not change, but each cultivator has his own time pattern, and two full days have passed, and the crew members who were originally worried about hitting the reef have slowly relaxed their vigilance.

The fog of the Forsaken Lands makes everyone seem to return to the chaotic world, and they don't even know where they are.

"Childe, the spirit stone is gone?" The crew member of the Hirakaze suddenly shouted loudly.

"How can there be no spirit stones? Are you kid hiding? Feng Tian, who was the captain of the ship, was the first to feel incredible, and walked back to the cockpit from the bow of the ship.

Feng Tian walked out after only a while, his face full of horror, "Childe, there are really no spirit stones left." ”

"I still have it here" Song Er took out a storage ring from his body, opened the prohibition and handed it to Feng Tian. However, Feng Tian stood still and didn't move, "Childe, you don't have it here." ”

"What?" Song Er sensed that something was wrong, and when he took it out, it was obviously still a ring of top-grade spirit stones, and he checked it when he opened the ban, so why didn't he hand it to Feng Tian?

Quickly took it over and investigated, and sure enough, it was empty, and there was not a single speck of dust.

He quickly searched for the storage ring on his hand, and to his shock, there was also nothing in the storage ring, nothing left.

"Brother boil, what is the situation in your gourd?" Song Er asked again and again.

But strangely, he was standing on the side of the ship, but he didn't move.

It's not good, Song Er walked over in a few steps, his eyes closed, his body soft but unresponsive. He didn't dare to move indiscriminately, turned around and shouted to Feng Tian, "Feng Tian, come and take a look." ”

However, there was no response but his voice. Looking at it, Feng Tian was standing where he was talking to him just now, and he was also motionless.

This time, Song Er felt that something was wrong. One by one, he went to check on the people on the side of the ship and in the cabin, only to find that there was no one who could move on the entire ship except him, everyone had their eyes closed and their bodies were soft. But there was no breathing, no internal breath, and all physiological reactions and self-protection of the cultivators were gone.

Perhaps because the Flat Wind lost power, the sea was calm, and the Flat Wind was still.

Everything seemed so weird, and it happened in an instant and without warning.

Song Er suddenly remembered what the saint said, the abandoned place seems to be illusory, like a dream is not a dream. I couldn't help but wonder deeply in my heart, did I have entered the abandoned land? Or did all these people around them enter the Forsaken Land first?

Forcing himself to calm down, Song Er thought about it carefully, except for the helmsman who controlled the ship and Feng Tianhe, who was responsible for keeping an eye on the route, it seemed that the others had really not moved for a long time. Could it have happened since then, but I was too focused on probing around and didn't notice it.

But this state is also too weird, silently changing, there is also a transition in the spiritual attack and control of the overlord, at least the change can be seen, but the state of stillness in front of him, as if time has also stood still, everything on the ship has lost its dynamics. Looking inside his body, the mini Ji Shance is still there, but the faith spirit bead is gone, and what is even more strange is that his own qi sea does not exist, the mini Ji Shance is still in his Dantang, calling softly, and the voice of the old ginseng came, "Childe, how do I feel that I am weak." ”

A spirit orb-like existence will feel powerless?

Look inside and know the sea, empty as if it were empty. The poisonous spirit fetus is missing, the natal spirit fetus is missing, and the fire stagnation sword used as a belt is still there, but there is no trace of the sharpness that the fire stagnation sword should have, just like a mediocre soft sword.

The shock and vigilance in Song Er's heart were raised to an unprecedented height at this moment, so that he never relaxed his sensitivity to the changes around him.

I don't know how long it took to be in a high-intensity state, Song Er felt that he was also a little tired, his spirit was in a trance, a burst of dizziness hit, and his eyes involuntarily closed slowly.

"It hurts!" Song Er opened his eyes again.

"I still know that it hurts!" A female voice rang in her ears.

A little girl flashed with a pair of big eyes, slowly clear in her field of vision. The round little face is slightly like an apple and has a little baby fat. The two little sheep's horn braids dangled behind the ears, which was cute.

"...... you" Song Er was still a little confused, why did a little girl suddenly appear in the cabin of the sea ship. But before he could finish speaking, the little girl reached out and pulled him up by the shoulder.

"Let's go, it's too late to get home, and you're going to be hit again."

Song Er realized that the little girl in front of him was less than three feet tall, and he was only half a head taller than the other party. What's going on?

But he was not allowed to think about it, and the little girl had already taken his hand and galloped.

It was the top of a small hill, and the top of the hill was lush with vegetation, but there were not many big trees, so that he could see his surroundings clearly.

They ran from the top of the hill to the bottom of the mountain, and strangely enough, the little girl walked lightly, and he was completely dependent on the little girl's pull like a burden, and was carried up again every time he did not have a firm foothold.

Song Er had to stabilize himself first, but there was no spiritual power available in his body, and his physical fitness was even worse, so it was certain that if there was no little girl with him, he could only roll down the mountain at this speed.

I have forgotten how many years I haven't used my feet to run, but this run can be said to be an embarrassment that my feet don't touch the ground, so I have no choice but to give up stabilizing myself and let the little girl take him.

The speed of the little girl is roughly equivalent to that of the Enlightenment Realm, but the age of this little girl is not more than ten years old. This, this is definitely the top position of super talent in Blue Star.

Blue Star? No, this is an abandoned place, not in the ocean.

The surrounding scenery is pleasant, and there is a magnificent building in the middle of the mountain, surrounded by green smoke, like a legendary fairyland.

"Wait, I can't run anymore." Song Er felt that his exhalation could no longer keep up with his intake, and his brain was dizzy for a while!

"No, if you don't go back, the master is really going to play the board." Although the little girl stopped, her face remained unchanged and her breath was steady. Seeing Song Er's embarrassed appearance, he gritted his teeth and squatted down, and put Song Er on his shoulder, "Senior brother, bear with me for a while, I'll be here soon." ”

In the bumps of the stomach, the little girl took him to finally reach the high wall of the building, put down Song Er on his shoulder, and opened a hole blocked by grass, "Senior brother, hurry, you go in first." ”

After saying that, regardless of whether Song Er agreed or not, he grabbed him and pulled him over and stuffed it into the hole, and pushed him hard on his buttocks. Song Er felt a force coming, and squeezed into the hole, his shoulders and arms were in hot pain.

Before he could see what was in front of him, he received another blow on the back, this time not a hand, but a bamboo board. Although it wasn't particularly painful, it also surprised him, and his tired legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground.

Before he could stabilize his body, he turned around and was startled again, and a middle-aged man in a gray robe with no expression on his face stood beside him. Although his face was expressionless, his eyes revealed helplessness and a little reproach. "If you don't practice well, where did you take your junior sister Ye?"

Song Er's heart sank, no need to ask, this person is definitely his master.

The little girl was also startled when she got into the hole, and just as she was about to explain, the middle-aged man glared at her, "Don't speak." ”

The little girl could only shut up and purse her small mouth, her big eyes full of worry.

"I know how to play all day long, why don't I die outside? It also saves me from worrying about being ridiculed by my peers every day. The middle-aged man finally spoke, his tone was cold, but Song Er heard a trace of helplessness.

Song Er didn't speak, now his condition is unknown, not only is his cultivation gone, but even his age seems to have changed, and he is at most eleven or twelve years old.

"Still not up? I went to the ashram and thought about it behind closed doors! Day by day, can you have a little interest! After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he threw down the bamboo board in his hand, but the little girl was quick to catch it, as if it was a baby.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man pointed his finger at the little girl's head and said, "Yan'er, if you protect your senior brother like this, I don't think you will regret it in the future." ”

From this short conversation, Song Er seemed to feel some information and his own status.

However, it seems that what is more serious is that he is still an unsuccessful disciple.

In this forsaken land, are you in a fantasy or a dream?