What separates the Spring Language Country and the Xia Yang Country is precisely the forest that Qiu Wuyan and his party passed through before.

Stepping into this dense forest again, everyone's mood was extremely heavy. Everyone was silent, and walked down the riverbank.

Not long after walking, Mochen noticed that something seemed to be floating on the river in the distance. "Watch ahead!" Mochen reminded everyone in time.

Before he could finish speaking, the sky suddenly became dark, and Mo Liyan looked up, and found that a dark cloud was slowly approaching, enveloping the whole ground with the sun, and a gust of wind swept in the flat ground, accompanied by the violent shaking of the leaves, and the trees on both sides of the river let out a wailing roar.

Almost at the same time, two puffs of smoke rose from the surface of the river and the ground, instantly enveloping everyone.

"Smoke and water with the earth's qi, what a powerful formation!" Mo Liyan secretly exclaimed in his heart. "This seems to be the formation of the Earth Spirit Clan, but it seems to be better, now that Leng You is dead, could this formation be laid by him before his death?"

Between the silence and the silence, an illusion appeared in front of everyone's eyes for no reason. For a while, it was a rushing river, and then it fell into a waterfall ten thousand feet deep, and before I had time to catch my breath, I suddenly sank into a bottomless pool, my eyes just adapted to the darkness, and suddenly I came to the yellow sand desert with the scorching sun, and the water vapor on my body seemed to evaporate in an instant, and I was in a cave of ice and snow.

Every scene brings people to the brink of collapse, grinding people's will, biting their souls, pulling the last bit of strength in their bodies, and driving people to a desperate situation of madness.

Everyone seems to be struggling with what little sanity they have left.

"Everything is an illusion, follow your heart and don't believe what you see. Mo Liyan deeply understood the power of this formation, but he didn't know how to get out of this formation, how to get rid of this endless predicament and torture.

"The sea, the sea lotus is born, the edge of the water is from the sun, chasing the wind and waves and bathing in the moonlight, and ten years of faintly holding the lotus heartbreak. Lotus, born on the sea, rock climbing to wait for the clouds to open, chasing the sun and looking at the moon and dancing with the waves, trickling ten years of lotus blossom self-growing fragrance. A beautiful sound of the piano drifted from afar, accompanied by a beautiful singing, and the sound pierced through the layers of mist to the eardrums.

"This voice?!Is it ......" Xingzhuo and Mochen's hearts moved at the same time.

The most gratifying thing is Mo Li, this song is like a life-saving straw, allowing him to see the hope of getting out of the predicament. "Listen, everybody, close your eyes, whatever you feel you can't open your eyes and let your heart go for the direction of the song. Mo Liyan struggled to condense his true qi and reminded everyone.

Finally, following the singing, everyone felt that the footsteps gradually became brisk, and when they opened their eyes again, the fog in front of them had dissipated, and when they looked up, a woman in white in front of them was sitting in the midst of flowers, with a guqin in front of her, and she was stroking the qin and singing. The figure was elegant and vulgar, like a fairy.

"Sister Fairy, it was Sister Fairy who saved us. Qiu Wuyan happily ran forward.

"What fairy sister, where are you cute. Although Mochen muttered, he couldn't help but speed up his pace, smiled happily, and stepped forward to hug the woman in white in his arms.

"Stinky Qichen, what are you doing? I don't allow you to bully the fairy sister. Qiu Wuyan, who didn't know why, stepped forward and grabbed the corner of Mo Chen's clothes, trying to pull him away.

"Why, speechless, you shouldn't be jealous, I bullied her, you can see clearly, she is happy to be held by a handsome guy like me. Mo Chen took the opportunity to deliberately ridicule Qiu Wuyan.

"Okay, okay, brother, just escaped and started to be serious again. The woman in white gently pushed away Mo Chen and looked at everyone.

"What about the Twelve Princes, why don't you see him, isn't he with you?" a trace of panic flashed on the calm face of the woman in white.

"Could it be that the Twelve Princes are still trapped inside and haven't come out?" The words of the woman in white caused everyone to be shocked, and when they looked around, they found that Xingzhuo's figure was missing.

Qiu Wuyan just wanted to turn around and look for Xingzhuo, when a white shadow flashed by, and the woman in white had already taken the lead in breaking into the fog.

"Mo Yang...... You ......" Mochen hurriedly chased after him, but was pulled back by Mo Liyan. "Why do you want to die again?"

"It's a shame that you're still a member of the Sea Clan, how can you be so cold-blooded and abandon Mo Yang!" Mo Chen shook off Mo Li's arm and strode forward angrily.

"If you want to save them, stay honest with me. Mo Liyan's words made Mo Chen stop. "You, do you have a way to save them?"

"How do you think we just got out?" Mo Lixian reminded.

"The sound of the piano, the singing, Mo Yang's cultivation of the Immortal Ascension Technique is unmatched, but now Mo Yang is also in a maze, how can he save it?" Mo Chen frowned, and looked at Mo Li with a questioning expression.

"I can stroke this piano a few times, this singing, it's better to let Wuyan try. Mo Liyan remembered the beautiful and melodious voice of Qiu Wuyan in the underground passage of the sand sea.

"Mo Yang's divine power is very strong, and he has been cultivating for more than ten years, but Wu Yan is just a mortal after all, how can he do it?" Mo Chen shook his head in disappointment.

"How can you know if you don't try? There's no other way around now. Mo Liyan looked at Qiu Wuyan firmly.

"Girl, believe in yourself and sing with your heart, whether Xingzhuo and Mo Yang can get out of the fog is up to you. Mo Liyan sat down next to the guqin as he spoke, and the beautiful guqin sound trickled out with his fingers.

"Butterflies fluttering, flowers are difficult to leave, fish run through, drifting with the waves, swallows chirping, clouds chasing the moon, sons are romantic, choose the wind and perch, sideburns are pale, leaning on the door and looking alone. Qiu Wuyan cleared her throat and sang affectionately while standing beside Mo Liyan.

The voice is clear and pure, sometimes like a murmuring stream, sometimes like a crane in the sky, sometimes cheerful and hearty, sometimes tearful, like a breeze like a bright moon, people empathize, intoxicated in the song, do not ask the way back, regardless of the future, but want to listen.

As soon as Mo Yang heard that Xingzhuo was still trapped in the fog, he immediately rushed in, and with the guidance of the tear stone, he soon found Xingzhuo's figure.

Xingzhuo, who was originally in the mist, heard Mo Yang's singing, and although he was confused in his heart, he still followed the song.

Seeing that he was about to get out of the fog, but at the last moment, he was told by the winter chopping wind who was chasing after him in a hurry: "I can't find Qiu Wuyan's figure anywhere", and Xingzhuo had to return to the fog again in a hurry.

"Speechless, wordless" A figure resembling an autumn dance swallow flashed in the mist, and Xingzhuo trudged through the fog with difficulty, chasing the figure ahead.