The realm of this snake is often incomprehensible, at least it is the Jindan realm.

Unifying her thoughts, she didn't show her might.

Falling Moon has made a move.

She saw a wisp of black mist drift into the snake's head.

In the next moment, the snake stopped in mid-air—only a few inches away from Chang Ling's neck.

Its expression froze on its face, and the letter it spat out swayed up and down a few times by inertia before it fell silent.

Chang Ling tentatively stretched out his hand and grabbed the snake's seven inches, throwing the stiff snake corpse away.

Is this a divine soul attack, can you withstand such an attack? Chang Ling's face turned slightly pale.

The figure of the falling moon over there faded a little, he pointed to the falling moon chain, and then turned into wisps of black mist and drilled in.

Chang Ling walked over with considerable effort, put the necklace on his body, took a deep breath, and walked forward with a shallow foot.

There are two separate consciousnesses in my mind, each of which is her, and each of which does not seem to be her.

The way back was very quiet, the soul of Xingwei seemed to have been shocked here for a long time, and the 'weird' death of the little snake before, the fierce beasts who had opened their minds early did not come to disturb Chang Ling.

Waiting for Chang Ling to walk to the empty city, the night was already deep, and with the call of the yin wind, she wrapped the quilt tightly.

Lying on a soft bed, I still feel a strong sense of unreality.

He is already a monk in the Condensing Realm.

In the eyes of mortals, he is already an immortal.

Soon you will be able to resist the sword and be able to open the valley......

In just three years, she has gone from a little girl who plays with mud and catches butterflies all day under the knees of her parents to an immortal cultivator who struggles on the edge of life and death several times in a foreign world.

Once longed for this immortal world, little by little, the gorgeous coat was torn apart, and the bloody truth made her unable to turn a blind eye.

She thought of Shishui Village, which was shrouded in smoke, and those people didn't find Lin Yu, and they were in a bad mood, so they casually took the lives of 100 people in the village.

She remembered that when she absorbed the Xuan Soul Grass, the distorted human faces, and the people who cultivated the Xuan Soul Grass must have been happy that they had cultivated such a precious spirit grass, and they did not feel heartache for the accumulated corpse bones at all.

The saddest thing is that he who has absorbed the Xuan Soul Grass is not as sad as he imagined.

She has borne this karma, and she has to go down this road.

The only thing she can do is to do what she can to save more lives in the future.

She sniffed and couldn't sleep.

The two consciousnesses in her mind were still colliding, and she was sleepy to death, and on the other hand, she was fighting for control of her body.

............

【Outside】

The Yuanhua Sect would recruit new disciples after each great competition between the sects.

There is no other reason, the results above the big ratio are the best enrollment publicity, and the Tianjiao of the appropriate age has rushed to Yuanhuamen to accept strict assessments.

The first condition for recruiting disciples is the innate Daozi.

The Yuanhua Sect has a lot of resources, but there are also a lot of people in the sect who need resources, and they will not pour resources into the disciples who still need to open the pulse.

This time, nearly 100 people came to the Yuanhua Sect, and in the end, only 30 people could be recruited into the sect.

On the last day of registration, a dusty figure hurried to the registration office.

"Lin Yu, open the pulse realm. She smiled at the disciple in charge.