With a few people behind him stumbling forward, in addition to the demon cultivators and evil cultivators, there are also some fierce beasts on the Black Wind Mountain, a pair of green eyes like fireflies closely follow a few people in the dark, under the shroud of this black fog, the divine sense cannot be expanded, and the sword naturally can't do it.

Fight with fierce beasts at night, and are afraid of using too dazzling spells to cause too much movement and anomaly and attract more and more powerful beasts.

On several occasions, Chang Ling had to lightly lower the person on his shoulder to the ground, lift the Yuan Sacrifice Sword, and engage in close combat with those fierce beasts.

The road didn't go far, but their group was very embarrassed.

Finally found a relatively gentle place halfway up the mountain, Chang Ling stopped, and the monks behind him who were already out of breath sat directly on the ground without any image.

"Unexpectedly, this Taoist friend looks like a fairy, and he is so heavy. Lin Junhua said breathlessly.

The rest nodded in agreement.

Chang Ling looked at them sitting paralyzed and panting one by one, and didn't say anything more, smiled softly, and got up to investigate the surrounding situation.

The night is often not silent, the sound of insects chirping in the distance and near is buzzing, Chang Ling clenched the Yuan Sacrifice Sword in his hand, and dispersed the pressure of his own spiritual power, intimidating the surrounding creatures.

Many creatures who came in search of popularity looked at Chang Ling from afar, and Chang Ling simply cut down a few swords like a monkey and neatly cut down the black wolf that had been circling around her with fierce eyes.

Some fishy but warm blood was exposed to the air, and its large turquoise eyes were still wide.

Chang Ling looked around for another week, then turned around and walked back to the place where his companions had repaired.

She had barely taken a few steps out when a small sound sounded, and shadows approached the black wolf's corpse, and a moment later, only a pitch-black skeleton was left lying alone on the ground.

The breeze blew, bringing with it a disgusting fishy smell.

Chang Ling walked up to Lin Junhua and the others, and said in a low voice: "You guys repair it as soon as possible, you still can't stay here for a long time." ”

The few people sitting there, with their backs to Chang Ling, were not born to answer.

Chang Ling took a few more steps forward and gently patted Lin Junhua on the shoulder.

Lin Junhua turned his head violently, and his empty eyes looked at Chang Ling directly.

Chang Ling's hand shook, and the whole person stepped back a few steps.

The rest of the people also turned around at this time, and only white bones remained on their originally handsome faces.

Chang Ling took a few deep breaths and kept telling himself that this was all an illusion, but he still couldn't suppress his palpitations.

The scene where her companion turned into a hollow skeleton at some point, and would turn back to look at her, was really terrifying and terrifying.

I was tricked unconsciously.

Chang Ling's face was ugly and tight, she raised her hand into her hood and rummaged around, it was indeed empty.

Abi, who had been following her, was also gone.

Chang Ling forced herself to calm down, and the 'Lin Junhua' who had already turned into skeletons had already attacked her unceremoniously.

Their attacks were extremely fast, and even Lin Junhua, a medical cultivator who was good at healing before, was able to use a few powerful spells to constantly greet Chang Ling, and they all lost their flesh and blood, leaving only extremely hard bones, and rushed towards Chang Ling's body everywhere.

Chang Ling was a little restrained, these attacks were not hallucinations, and they were fatal if he was not careful.

But she couldn't be sure if these 'skeletons' were her companions, and what if she broke up the skeleton and fell.

The superior swordsmanship is naturally both offensive and defensive, but Chang Ling has a blank for how to use sword moves to defend.

She barely relied on Ling Feng's body and her own strong physical fitness, barely resisting the impenetrable attacks coming from all directions.

Before, I sighed that I was tired after walking a few steps on my back, but now I have become a skeleton, and my physical strength is very good.

Chang Ling was forced by them to retreat a little bit, it was still pitch black everywhere, and their huge fight didn't attract any living beings.

Chang Ling had a little understanding of the current situation in his heart, and he bit his fingertips violently, smearing the warm blood on the blade of the sword.

She really didn't have any more means to deal with the evil things, and at such a time, the blood of the living was the best she could think of at the moment.

After years of tempering, her body was already vigorous in qi and blood, and after the blade of the Yuan Sacrifice Sword was smeared with her blood, it slashed at the bones that were exposed to the air again, and the sound of metal colliding was no longer the previous clanging sound of metals.

She deliberately retracted some force, and the blood stuck to the bones, making a corrosive sound.

Those skeletons looked at their somewhat charred bones, and they all stopped in place, and at the same time, the flesh and blood on their bodies also grew little by little in Chang Ling's sight.

It didn't take long for the figure standing in front of Chang Ling to become a scarred Lin Junhua and a few others.

"Hush. Lin Junhua's handsome face also had a few blood marks, and on his left shoulder, a large piece of flesh and blood bloomed directly, and Sen Sen's white bones could be faintly seen.

"Chang Ling, you are not soft on us at all. Wang Biru said.

From their point of view, several of them were fighting with zombies who were more than eight feet tall, with extremely strong bodies and black fur on their skin, and this zombie's body was quite good!

Moreover, their bodies even rushed straight forward regardless of the control of their own consciousness, and they actually fought like individual cultivators.

The most terrifying thing is that they don't feel any pain in the process of constantly colliding with the zombies, as if they already have a strong body.

Chang Ling looked at their injuries and scratched his head wryly.

They just sighed a few words, the most dangerous situation just now was never Chang Ling.

They lost consciousness unconsciously, and they couldn't control their bodies at all, if it weren't for Chang Ling's blood that could break some of the evil delusions and let their consciousness break free, then the consequences would be unimaginable.

Fortunately, Chang Ling, who was fighting against them, still had a few points left, otherwise, if those skeletons were scattered, they would not survive.

Lin Junhua's face was also extremely solemn: "The formation on the Black Wind Mountain is extremely complex, all kinds of effects may have, maybe from the moment we stepped on this Black Wind Mountain and breathed a breath of the air here, we have already fallen into the effect of the formation, I suspect that just now is just the beginning." ”

Chang Ling suddenly took a few steps forward, turned around and said eagerly, "Have you ever seen Bai Jinnian and them?"

At least they are still awake and have some combat effectiveness, but what kind of danger will they encounter when they are in a coma?

Lin Junhua and the others hurriedly got up, not caring about their image at all, and followed Chang Ling towards that side.

The effect of this formation was unguardable, and Lin Junhua sacrificed several array flags around everyone, but they still walked extremely slowly and carefully with each step.

After not being able to use the divine sense, it is simply impossible to break through the illusion with the naked eye, and once you enter, you have to consider yourself unlucky.

Chang Ling's luck was obviously not very good.

As soon as I walked around, the scenery in front of me suddenly began to blur.

Why don't you get up yet, you're a big girl, you can't sleep like this. A gentle voice sounded in Chang Ling's ears.

She opened her sleepy eyes and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar scenery around her.

And the figure who pulled the curtain behind her back.

For a moment, her eyes were a little moist.

She tentatively shouted, "Mother." ”

The gentle-eyed woman looked back, and the years had left an indelible mark on her, and the corners of her forehead were already gray, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were clearly visible.

"Eh, hurry up, Mrs. Wang is going to come to our house to show you today! In a blink of an eye, my mother's girl will grow up, and she will grow up and get married. She laughs.

"Marry. Chang Ling repeated in a daze.

"Yes, we will be fourteen years old after the New Year, and now we have set it, and we can marry it the year after tomorrow!

Yes, she is an ordinary peasant girl who grew up in Shishui Village, fortunately, her father and mother are only her children, and she has never suffered much since she was a child, and she will discuss with the little sisters in the village all day what style of rouge to buy in the county next time, and she will also help her parents work on the ground when they are busy with farming.

As she grew up little by little, she also learned needlework with her mother, she was very talented, a purse that could be embroidered in a few days and taken to the county seat could earn dozens of lines of money and labor fees, and they took time to work all day to make up for the family, and their family's life was getting better and better.

What is inconsistent with the script is that she doesn't have a playmate who grew up with her childhood sweetheart, but when she is a cardamom year, she also has a favorite teenager.

Every day, after finishing the work from the county store, she would quietly gather some fine brocade and put them together, and in her spare time, she would use a wooden stick on the ground to figure the imaginary 'mandarin duck', thinking about how to embroider it on the purse, and when to give it to the boy she liked.

As she thought, the woman had pulled her out of bed, and the chair next to her was covered with a new cotton garment.

"I want to see Mrs. Wang today! You have to pack up yourself, this new clothes made during the New Year, hurry up and put them on, you are reluctant to wear them for so long, young girl, just dress up beautifully. ”

Chang Ling picked up the dress in a daze, put on the flower skirt that only a cardamom girl would wear, her hands moved faster than her brain, and as her hands flew up and down quite dexterously, her smooth waist-length hair was tied into a beautiful long braid.

She was dragged out of the room door by her mother in a daze, and on the dining table, a simple but clean meal had already been placed, and at this hour, her father had already finished breakfast, and now he should have been working in the fields.

The rough rice grains were in his mouth, and Chang Ling still had a strong sense of trance.

"What's wrong with you this morning, did you have a nightmare?" her mother's concerned voice rang in her ears.

Yes, I have nightmares, I dream that you are all dead, and I am the only one left, constantly struggling between life and death again and again, constantly forging ahead, thinking that one day I can get justice for all this.

The tears in Chang Ling's eyes couldn't be suppressed, and in an instant, she burst into tears.

"It would be nice if all this was true. Chang Ling hadn't shed tears so indulgently for a long time, she couldn't even speak.

"Nannan, what are you talking about? Isn't there anything uncomfortable, mother. The woman stretched out her hand to her, but she held it firmly at once.

As soon as Chang Ling exerted his strength, the woman's face turned a little red: "Oh, Nannan, the force of pinching my mother's mother is too great, it hurts, this child, let go quickly." ”

Chang Ling gritted his teeth, the strength in his hand increased, and the face of the woman in front of him suddenly distorted due to pain.

The resentment in her eyes deepened little by little, and the constant screams of pain in her mouth were like knives, piercing Chang Ling's heart one by one.

Chang Ling had a cold face, watching her struggle a little bit, and then her eyes rolled and she fainted.

Chang Ling closed her eyes, endured her grief, and bit her lower lip, the smell of blood made her barely stay awake.

After a few moments, she opened her eyes again, and all that was left was the pitch black forest.

She blinked vigorously, and after realizing that no matter what she saw, the tears still slipped from the corners of her eyes.

If she could, she wished that the scene just now was her life.

You don't need to be magnificent, you don't need to cultivate immortals and live forever, as long as you can be by your parents' side and live a leisurely but warm life.

She's never been an ambitious person.

At the age of thirteen or fourteen, he only needs to embroider and embroider, quietly raise his eyes to see the young man he likes, and the only thing he needs to worry about is whether the private money he has saved is to buy rouge or lipstick.

Chang Ling shook his head violently, forcing himself to calm down, and the rest of the monks must have also fallen into the illusion, at this time, they were constantly dancing in place one by one, and even Su Yujin's hands were pinching his own neck, and as he continued to exert force, his face turned a little bruised.

Chang Ling hurriedly took a few steps forward, no matter how she shouted, they didn't have any intention of coming back to their senses, and even she drew her sword and smashed it on them a few times, but it still had no effect.

At the same time, Lin Junhua and the others also began to move towards themselves.

Chang Ling was forced to have no choice but a few sharp knives to slash them all out.

Chang Ling put Lin Junhua's bodies flat on the ground, and he sat down cross-legged rather depressed, panting heavily.