The Yuan Sacrifice Sword also stood in front of her as if guarded.

Because there are many entrances to the tombs, and most of them are extremely hidden, no one has ever entered the entrance at the end of the tunnel.

And as time went by, the power of the formation mechanism in the tomb became even more powerful, and when ordinary Forehead Condensing Divine Realm monks came in, only one or two out of ten could go back alive, and even if they were lucky enough to get out, they were injured and fundamentally injured.

I'm afraid that the future immortal path will be ruined like this.

When the elite disciples of the Condensing Realm sent by the sect family who heard the news of the tomb arrived, no one dared to enter this tomb easily.

There were also many Jindan Realm monks who had gone in to investigate before, and no matter the specifications and structure of this tomb, it didn't look like a place of inheritance, so it was shelved for a while.

There are fewer and fewer people in the tombs.

Even when Chang Ling woke up three months later, she was the only living person in the tomb.

Chang Ling only felt a dry pain in his throat, and opened his eyes and blinked for a while before he could barely see the scenery around him.

This is, this is the previous road.

Only then did she realize that she was lying in a filthy piece of flesh and blood, and after all these days, the smell of decay came to her face.

She couldn't help but turn and retch.

Looking at the appearance of these 'corpses', I am afraid that a few months have passed.

Did she kill all these zombies and puppets?

Her memory was blank.

Chang Ling's face changed, and he instantly remembered the huge energy that erupted after the remnant soul of the falling moon took control of her body, and now the falling moon was no longer by her side, so who was controlling her body at that time?

The wounds on the bodies of these zombies and yin golems seem to have been hit hard with one punch, and they are obviously not something that Ah Bi, who is good at soul attacks, can do after controlling her body.

Chang Ling's gaze focused on her sea of consciousness again, and the light cluster formed by the remnant soul of the previous evil cultivator seemed to have shrunk a few points, and there were still wisps of blood lingering on the surface......

She opened the storage artifact and found that Ah Bi inside was still asleep, presumably the previous injury was also extremely serious for him, and she couldn't wake it up to ask about these things for a while.

She sighed softly and tentatively touched the ball of light with her spirit.

Some of the warmth was surprisingly good to the touch.

Chang Ling simply didn't bother about this matter, after such a long time, his group of companions at that time didn't know where to go, the exit was close at hand, it was better to leave the tomb first.

After this period of time, presumably the formation mechanism in the tomb has further recovered, and who knows when this corridor will become dangerous.

Chang Ling leaned against the wall and slowly stood up, only to feel that her limbs still had a strong sense of detachment, although her body was not as good as before, but after three months of recovery, she could still feel like this, what a terrifying power her 'self' had used that day.

When she walked out of the tomb, it was late at night, and when she looked up, she could see the crescent moon hanging high.

After looking at her surroundings, her face was ugly and tight.

It was a completely unfamiliar place to her.

Based on a cursory look, this should not be a place close to the residence of the righteous monks.

She naturally has a rough map of Youzhou, but after comparing the places shown on the map, she didn't even find where it was.

Not far from the exit was a pitch-black dense forest, and occasionally a few pairs of turquoise eyes flashed in the darkness, as if they sensed the disgusting aura on Chang Ling's body and then turned away mercilessly.

Quite embarrassingly, Chang Ling's storage weapon no longer has a clean robe, and the robe on her body, which is known as impenetrable and invulnerable, has been soaked in those yin blood for so long, and it has also changed color, exuding a disgusting smell.

Chang Ling couldn't care about her image at this time, and she couldn't wait for everyone to avoid her because of this.

There was nothing within her sense of consciousness that could be found on the map.

Youzhou has an extremely wide area, and the map Chang Ling got is only an area close to the residence of the righteous monk, obviously he doesn't feel very far away in the tomb...... The tomb set up by the mighty of the Mystic Law Realm probably also involves the laws of space.

The step she took in the tomb fell outside I don't know how far it was.

Ordinary monks can still communicate with their fellow sects or clans using magic weapons when they arrive here, but Chang Ling not only has no magic weapons to contact now, but also no one who can be contacted.

The most troublesome thing is not this, there is only one immortal boat in Qingzhou that has come to Youzhou, and it will leave after stopping here for a year.

The time I spent recuperating from my previous injuries plus the time I was in a coma, if I couldn't return to the station as soon as possible, I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to catch up with the Xianzhou that went back!

And with her alone, how can she survive the immeasurable sea that cannot be transported in the sky?

Chang Ling's steps towards the dense forest suddenly stopped, and within the range of her divine sense, a strange monk appeared!

Those people had no place to hide their aura, they were all demonic cultivators of the Condensation Realm.

Two are in the contemplation realm, and one is in the contemplation realm.

Chang Ling looked in the direction they were traveling, and quietly hid above the pitch-black trees on the side.

She had a good calculation in her heart, and she took advantage of their unpreparedness to sneak attack a demon cultivator first, and then fight with the remaining two and kill another person, leaving the remaining one to ask for directions.

Chang Ling held his breath and stared, motionless on top of the pitch-black tree that was five feet high.

Those demon cultivators were still walking forward quickly, getting closer, and Chang Ling could see their appearance and state clearly.

They were all embarrassed, and it looked like something was chasing them behind them.

Chang Ling's face changed, looking at the appearance of those people, he was quite afraid of what was behind him, and the situation looked very urgent.

But within the range of her divine sense, there was no other breath.

I'm afraid it's not a monk or a demon beast in the Jindan Realm.

Of course, she couldn't expect that her clumsy disguise on this tree would not be recognized, Chang Ling scolded secretly, and immediately chose the opposite direction of those monks and quickly ran away.

This time, it can be regarded as a blessing from heaven.

She ran all the way to a 'city' occupied by a demon cultivator.

If it weren't for the crooked writing of the word 'Lincheng' on the low wall, Chang Ling really didn't want to call this humble place in front of him a city.

There was no one guarding the city gate, and there were people constantly coming in and out, including monks from the Pulse Opening Realm and mortals.

Chang Ling blended in the crowd and walked forward little by little.

She blended into this crowd without the slightest sense of disobedience, they were all the same thin and sloppy, embarrassed and gray-faced.

However, some mortals walking around them carried a large basket on their shoulders.

Chang Ling could occasionally hear them talking to each other.

"How was your harvest this time?"

"I can barely change a steamed bun. ”

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

Chang Ling couldn't help but raise her eyes to look at the basket behind them, there was no obstruction, she could easily see the pitch-black stones inside.

Her pupils narrowed.

This turned out to be Xuanyu.

Xuanyu is a rather strange material on the mainland, in addition to its own incomparably hard, it can also limit the spiritual power of monks, and is often used to make cages for monks.

It is useless for ordinary monks to ask for Xuanyu, but looking at the situation in front of them, the mortals in this city actually collect Xuanyu to exchange for food.

Presumably, it should be these demon cultivators in this city who should be exchanged with them.

After entering the city, Chang Ling's face became more and more ugly.

Occasionally, there were a few low grass huts, in which monks came and went, and mortals, most of them, lay on their stomachs on the ground.

Some of them were just asleep, others had lost their lives, and when the people around them found him rotting, they would have carried him out with a curse.

Chang Ling had seen the most difficult life in the mortal world, and no one was like this.

Even in Qingzhou, where the status of mortals is extremely low, they also have a shelter that can shelter them from the wind and rain, and they can walk on the streets in a dignified manner.

I have long heard about the difficult situation of mortals in Youzhou, and when I really saw it, I still couldn't help but be shocked.

Some of the people who walked into this city had a little harvest with baskets on their backs, and hurried to the huts, not knowing how many people's arms and legs they had stepped on along the way.

There were also mortals who were eyeing them closely, and the basket behind them was not someone who swept past them, slammed them hard, and stretched out their withered and thin hands behind their backs.

The men also did not show weakness, grabbed the hand that wanted to steal, and kicked the man's body straight out.

In this city, only the strongest people can dig up some jade, exchange for some food, and continue to maintain the strength of their bodies to continue to live.

Therefore, what annoys those demon cultivators is that every once in a while, they have to go out again to collect mortals.

Because Xuanyu will limit the spiritual power of monks, so when mining Xuanyu, there is no difference between a monk and a mortal, and they have used spiritual power for many years to get used to this feeling of losing their power, not to mention that doing this kind of thing always feels that they have fallen into the identity of a monk.

That's when mortals are the best tools.

If you are alive, you can mine the jade, and if you die, you can use their flesh and soul to refine something.

Chang Ling tried his best to avoid stepping on the limbs and bodies around him.

Her divine consciousness was released, and she was also sensing the situation in this city.

There are quite a few Open Pulse Realm cultivators in the small city, but a few of them live in one room, and they can barely live there.

There are four monks in the Condensation Realm.

Among them, three are in the contemplation realm and one is in the contemplation realm.

They are better to find.

Everyone has a decent stone house, and Chang Ling's divine sense swept over, and two of them were still pulling the mortal woman, doing unruly things.

As if deliberately to listen to the women's cries, they were extremely heavy, and from time to time they poked long needles at their delicate skin.

Terrible screams kept coming.

Chang Ling was furious.

She forced herself to calm down, these Condensing Realm monks didn't live together, but they gave her a good chance to start.

Chang Ling quietly leaned towards the stone house closest to her.

The evil cultivator inside was deceived by a thin woman, and his face was deranged.

Within two or three feet of the stone house, no one dared to lie on the ground.

Chang Ling sat at the edge of the crowd, staring coldly at the figure inside.

It was the middle of the night, and most of the rest of the people, except for a few mortals who had just returned from outside, were in a dream.

It was at this time that the Yuan Sacrifice Sword turned into an invisible streamer and pierced straight into the monk's heart.

Blood splattered the woman's face.

After a brief pause, she continued to scream.

But the scream was no different from her previous screams, and no one noticed anything unusual for a moment.

Chang Ling quickly withdrew the Yuan Sacrifice Sword.

As he could, he walked to the door of the next stone house.

She stood there coldly with her long sword, like a Shura asking for her life.

But this time she wasn't so lucky.

The demon cultivator sent the signal to the two remaining companions before his head rolled to the ground.

In the end, it still alarmed them.

Chang Ling simply directly activated the Ling Feng Body Method to the extreme, and rushed towards them with the air current.

Quick.

If it weren't for the fight here, those demon cultivators wouldn't take care of the mortals all over the ground, and the struggle between them, any move that fell on these people would be enough to kill them instantly.

The demon cultivator who was the leader exhaled a breath of black gas, and a pitch-black grimace appeared behind him.

Several black rays of light instantly bloomed where Chang Ling flashed.

Naturally, she relied on her agile body to dodge.

The combat power of monks in the same realm can also be very different, and after experiencing so many battles, Chang Ling was quite handy in dealing with the two demon cultivators in front of him for a while.

She flickered quite dexterously between the two, and a few times the two of them even failed to communicate well, and their moves directly hit each other well.

As the black qi continued to surge on their bodies, the figures of both of them were a little taller, and their complexions were also a little blue.

One of the demon cultivators used the same sword, but only reluctantly.

Even Edgeworth was a little reluctant.

Chang Ling also did not spare the talismans, several talismans smashed on them, and suddenly a miserable scream came.

Take advantage of his illness to kill him.

Chang Ling went directly behind the remaining Demon Cultivator of the Condensing Realm, and the Yuan Sacrifice Sword pierced through his solid skin effortlessly.

It seemed to take him a while to discover his death.

His throat squirmed up and down for a few moments, but he couldn't make any more sounds.

In the end, there was only one monk left in the Contemplation Realm, who turned around and wanted to run away, but Chang Ling suddenly grabbed his collar and lifted him up, and then threw it fiercely on top of their stone houses.

There was a loud bang, disturbing the dreams of many people.