Probably because of this poisonous mist, in this wilderness, except for the swarms of reptiles on the ground, Chang Ling did not see any large fierce beasts.

But in the face of these strange insects, she hated why she couldn't resist the sword.

The insects that grow in this area are all poisonous insects, and as for why there are no large beasts, it is because a group of insects will be gnawed to the skeleton no matter how big the beast is.

Although she had already prepared an insect repellent and applied it to her body according to Luoyue's instructions, stepping on the thick slimy insects on the ground still made her heart tremble slightly.

Before entering the Heavenly Mystery Realm, she had always thought that she was a person who loved cleanliness, but then she kept smearing her body with juices with various smells, and she gradually saw it, and even her extremely sensitive sense of smell was a little numb.

It's still the most important thing to live.

But there's more to this wilderness than just bugs.

There was a loud bang, and it seemed that something heavy had fallen from the sky and hit the ground.

Chang Ling suddenly found that the insects under his feet were surging in one direction, and a half-human-high pile of insects quickly swelled not far away.

Just a moment passed, and the pile of insects immediately dispersed, Chang Ling held his breath and walked a few steps over there, and on the ground where the group of insects had dispersed, there was a pile of white bones.

The smell of blood mixed with the mist was particularly fishy.

"Gross. Chang Ling finally couldn't hold back, bent down and retched.

Not far away, a figure gradually became clear.

When Chang Ling raised his head, the figure was standing a foot in front of her.

He was a tall and handsome young man, dressed in a pure white robe, which was out of place in the environment.

Chang Ling's heart was cold, but he found that his body was no longer able to make any movements.

The young man looked Chang Ling up and down, suddenly bent down, sniffed Chang Ling's clothes, and said happily: "The smell on your body is so good, how did you make it?"

Chang Ling was stunned for a moment, and didn't know what to say for a while, so he had to take out two spirit grasses from the storage magic vessel and hand them to the person in front of him.

The man took the spirit grass, the smile on his face was even bigger, he thanked Chang Ling happily, and turned around to leave.

"Chang Ling, you follow him. Luoyue's voice trembled slightly.

The man seemed to be walking in an ordinary way, but he walked so fast that Chang Ling hurriedly followed before he had time to ask the reason for the falling moon.

He didn't seem to notice that there was someone behind him, and he still walked forward slowly, his slender fingers lightly holding the herbs Chang Ling had just given him, and humming a little song in his mouth.

It was an extremely strange tone, and she couldn't hear the specific lyrics clearly, but listening to this faint music, Chang Ling's eyes gradually began to ghost, and a pale scene emerged......

"Chang Ling!" Luo Yue's sharp cry brought her back to her senses, and she pinched her arm violently to keep herself awake.

"He should be the soul of a friend of mine. The sound of the falling moon sounded softly in her ears.

"Don't be afraid, he's not a bad guy, he should have lost his original memory, but his temperament won't change!"

Chang Ling nodded suspiciously.

"He has the aura of Soul Grass on his body, and the direction he is walking in that direction is also in that direction, you follow him, this road will be much safer. ”

Chang Ling looked at the path that the 'Split Soul' had walked in front of him, the insects on the ground had avoided him from a distance, and the occasional howl of the fierce beast that could be heard was also calm in an instant.

A split soul can also have such a powerful deterrent, so what kind of powerful person is this person in life?

With this person opening the way in front, Chang Ling walked to his destination very smoothly.

There is no need to be reminded by the falling moon, standing in this realm, Chang Ling himself understands.

It was also sunny weather, and it was obviously very hot a moment ago, and when I took a step forward, the whole person was like falling into an ice cellar in an instant.

In this extremely sunny place, a thin layer of frost was attached to the ground, and a few silvery white low grasses grew here and there.

The appearance of these little grasses is really not good-looking, as if they have been beaten by frost, and they will wither in the next moment, they are not good, and the leaves are pitiful.

Usually extremely precious spirit grass was guarded by powerful fierce beasts, Chang Ling looked around vigilantly, as if there were no other living beings.

"Chang Ling, you take off the Falling Moon Chain and put it on a Xuan Soul Grass. Falling Moon spoke.

Chang Ling took off the necklace that still had his body temperature on it, and pressed it against the Xuan Soul Grass beside him, which seemed to be trying hard to grow and still sick.

The Xuan Soul Grass suddenly turned into fine ice flowers and scattered in all directions, and the little ice flowers seemed to be pulled by a special force, and they melted into the moon chain little by little.

A dazzling white light flashed, and Chang Ling opened his eyes again and saw another black shadow in front of him.

Unlike the solid, clear figure of the man in white, this black shadow was more of a black mist in the shape of a human.

"Is it the moon?" Chang Ling asked tentatively.

There was no reply.

Instead, the white-robed man turned around and looked at the black mist fixedly.

"Have we met? There was a little smile on his face, and his cold facial features softened all of a sudden.

"Star Danger. The hoarse voice of the falling moon came.

The white-robed man's expression on his face froze suddenly, and he kept repeating: "Star danger, star danger ......"

"Is that my name, thank you, I feel like I've forgotten a lot of things. ”

"I seem like I've always been here, I can't leave, these little white grasses are important. ”

In the silence for a long time, Chang Ling only felt a nameless pathos permeating the air, it turned out that the extreme emotions really had such a powerful contagious force.

The black mist moved forward a little, and then slowly dispersed, gradually enveloping the white-robed figure, and with a long excuse of excuses, it was easily dispersed by the cold wind that whistled by.

Chang Ling, who was standing aside, couldn't help but widen his eyes slightly.

The white-robed figure in front of him seemed to have been wiped away out of thin air, starting from the palm of his hand and gradually turning into a black mist.

Until the end, the man's face showed a request for relief, and his lips murmured as if he wanted to make something, but in vain.

The black mist, which was a little thicker, gradually solidified, and little by little turned into the appearance of a black-robed man.

He had sharp eyebrows, an indifferent look, and two lines of tears crossed his angular cheeks.

"The moon sets. Chang Ling called.

The man nodded slightly.

After a long time, he spoke: "Chang Ling, kowtow, his name is Xingwei, he is a peerless kendo genius, the sword scripture you got is made up by him, you should call him a master." ”

Chang Ling knelt down in the direction of nothingness, and in a trance, he could still see the man's gentle smile.