It is the appearance of a young man, and his eyebrows and eyes are very similar to Chang Ling.

It's not even accurate to use the image to describe it, this is obviously copying Chang Ling's facial features to another more angular face, and the twins will not look like this.

The person in front of him turned his head again, and now his face with facial features showed an innocent look.

"Like it?"

Chang Ling was in a complicated mood and didn't want to answer for a while.

Things had gone beyond any of her expectations, and she could only stand there a little stiff.

"You're so weak. The demeanor and tone of the person in front of him were too calm, and Chang Ling couldn't even see the slightest ridicule or contempt.

He's just stating a fact.

Chang Ling also nodded indifferently, compared to the nightmare who didn't know how many creatures she had controlled, she was simply weak and pitiful.

In the face of such an existence, she didn't even have a chance to resist, and could only hope for the 'pity' of the person in front of her.

Such a long-lost sense of powerlessness made Chang Ling seem to see himself with red eyes many years ago.

After a long while, Chang Ling took a long breath and said, "My name is Chang Ling." ”

The figure in front of him was stunned for a moment, as if he was recalling the etiquette of mortals, and said, "I don't have a name, well, I'll take one now." ”

"Forget it, you better get one. ”

After such a heavy task fell, Chang Ling tentatively said, "How about calling it White Mist?"

It's too embarrassing, Chang Ling's knowledge can't make her come up with a good name in a short time, and in the end she can only barely say a white mist.

The white mist was supposed to be the embodiment of Nightmare's abilities, and any creature that had been in the white mist could be manipulated by him in an instant if he wanted to.

This is also the source of Chang Ling's familiarity.

Around her, it can be said that it is a soul body, or it can be said that it is not.

There is still a difference between being manipulated by nightmare and being manipulated by evil cultivators, and people who are manipulated may not be able to find out that they are being manipulated for the rest of their lives, and they are still living 'freely'.

It's terrifying.

After saying this, Chang Ling lowered his eyebrows and did not forget to quietly look at the nightmare expression in front of him.

Looking at a face that was almost exactly the same as himself and smiling, Chang Ling was also in a trance for a while.

"It's good. The white mist's voice inexplicably made Chang Ling feel a little happy.

It's not that he has this emotion in his own voice, but that he can easily influence Chang Ling invisibly.

Bai Wu lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking, and after a while, he spoke, "I'll take you around? I've lived here for many years. ”

Without waiting for Chang Ling to answer, he turned around and walked forward with layers of white mist.

Chang Ling followed almost without hesitation.

Although the white mist was able to have a great impact on her perception and emotions, at least at this moment, her intuition that had been honed for years between life and death did not feel the killing intent.

Looking at the behavior of the white mist in front of him, Chang Ling actually thought of the scene where the child had just made a friend and couldn't wait to show his good baby to his friend.

Bai Wu didn't walk slowly, but following him, Chang Ling couldn't feel the resistance and suppression that existed before.

I can keep up with him.

Bai Wu walked casually, almost anywhere he looked, he casually said a few words to Chang Ling.

Every grass and tree next to this road may be sealed with living souls inside.

Bai Wu has been living in Wuliang Mountain all these years, and has not been discovered and encircled by any forces, the first is that he is strong and can change the monk's thinking and mood by himself, even if a monk passes by occasionally, he will only feel that there is nothing special about this ordinary mountain in front of him, and when Bai Wu is bored, he will use various means to lure the monk here.

Once you come in, you can't get out.

The corpse will rot here, but the soul will live on under the power of the white mist.

There is no interesting, dirty soul, he will swallow it unceremoniously, and the rest will be sealed all over the mountains and fields, Chang Ling's premonition is not wrong, the flowers and plants she saw along the way, the land she stepped on, and the souls that screamed silently.

White Mist was in no hurry to show off his big treasures, the countless intertwined souls.

It's just that the mountains can't let go, and some souls are tired of playing.

There are some extremely interesting ones, and the white mist will be pulled out to show Chang Ling as if he was offering treasures, and Chang Ling watched the monks keep telling their stories with dull eyes.

The story has to be passionate and exciting, and every time it has to tell something new to ensure that the short time is not disliked.

Chang Ling walked all the way down, her breathing became more and more rapid, and her expression was almost unbearable.

Of course, Nightmare can make these people not feel their own state, and still think that they are living enthusiastically, but why does he have to do that kind of time-consuming and laborious thing?

Just detained them like this, under the pressure of survival, won't they be obedient too?

As for their suffering, what does that have to do with him?

Chang Ling's changes naturally couldn't be hidden from Bai Mist's eyes.

After taking a few more steps forward, Bai Mist turned around and said firmly, "You are taking pity on them." ”

Chang Ling could only respond to him with silence, she couldn't deceive him.

Bai Wu tilted his head from a familiar angle and said, "Then why don't you pity me? ”

The same outliers.

Chang Ling didn't know for a while whether to tell him first that we are not the same kind, that I am obviously a human being, or that she can actually pity him.

Bai Wu didn't care about her response, and continued to talk to himself.

No creature born and nurtured in heaven and earth is world-weary, or disgusted with everything in between.

As a spiritual creature born and nurtured by heaven and earth, he should have been as kind to all things as the Great Dao.

But......

After all these years, he can rarely think about the events of that year.

It is nothing more than that an outlier is constantly subjected to all kinds of discrimination and insults.

He clearly understood his strength, so he stood cautiously in front of those people, but in exchange for countless abuses and beatings.

He was so keen, he could clearly feel the emotions in everyone's heart, and those thick dark malice could easily entangle him tightly, and he couldn't even breathe.

He was also curious at first, obviously he was constantly helping them, he was friendly and powerful, why did they all dislike him in the first place?

The reason was so simple that he couldn't believe it, just because he was an outlier.

He's not like them, so he's at fault.

He had traveled many places, but he had received the same answer, and the human fear of unknown and powerful creatures turned into a deep disgust when he saw his kind actions.

However, after his first slaughter of a town, he finally realized everything he wanted when he stood behind the scenes and calmly controlled the operation of the town.

As so many people, he negotiated with outsiders, and left here to go farther away to talk to more people.

Maybe it's asking for directions, maybe it's doing business, and there are many, many reasons he never thought of.

It's so fun, it's so lively.

They talked on an equal footing and cheerfully.

And then ......

Even if it is a creature born and nurtured by heaven and earth, if he kills too much, he will be punished by heaven, and the fact that God favors him does not mean that he can do whatever he wants.

I forgot how many people he had manipulated, and he was hit by a thunderbolt.

A few thick bolts of lightning struck down, almost knocking him apart.

After losing control of those people, they suddenly came back to their senses, forgetting what they had done when they had been manipulated, and slapped their heads back into their respective tracks, and no one cared about him.

His situation was no different than before, and he had never improved in any way.

No one likes him, no one really wants to fellowship with the cold soul beneath his false skin.

After barely surviving the thunder, he was also tired of such a false life, and he also learned to be a man for a period of time, but his arbitrary nature often exposed him unintentionally.

And then there's the overwhelming......

It's so tiring.

Later, after many years of wandering, he was already extremely powerful, and he simply occupied a mountain, constantly changing the environment in it, and slowly operating.

The power of heaven and earth continued to weaken, and the restrictions on him became smaller and smaller, and as the years passed, more and more monks stayed here forever.

constantly told him about the ups and downs of life that he had never experienced.

Bai Mist spoke of all this in an extremely calm tone, except for a somewhat stiff wry smile attached to certain sentences from time to time.

It was so conspicuous that it was difficult for Chang Ling to ignore it.

Bai Wu said with some annoyance: "After so many years, what I have learned is still not very similar, but it is not as good as you." ”

"How did you do that?"

How did you manage to suppress your nature, laugh hypocritically, and say false things......

Chang Ling looked at his confused appearance, smiled bitterly and said, "Because I was like this." ”

I am a human being, an extremely weak creature between heaven and earth, but I am still a creature of the same kind who first targets himself after mastering a little bit of strength.

Bai Wu looked at Chang Ling rather strangely.

"You don't want to be a fool, you're not a human, who else can master the soul division except our race?"

"You haven't been in the world for a long time, you have really suffered. He stepped forward and reached out to rub Chang Ling's head.

Knowing that his emotions and thoughts might be manipulated, Chang Ling was still greedy for the warmth that came from the palm of his hand in this moment.

In fact, Bai Mist's hands are not warm, how can a creature without a physical body have a temperature.

When he touched Chang Ling, the two reacted at the same time.

There is a substance and a temperature, Chang Ling is so weak that he can't control his senses at all, so the only answer is ......

"Could it be that our clan can still intermarry with people, and you are still a half-blood!" Bai Mist's eyes widened slightly.

The pity on his face could not be concealed.

If you are half-blooded, wouldn't you be more pitiful than him?

If you don't have a strong strength, you're still plagued by dual identities.

On the one hand, he lives in the world of mortals, believing that he can fit in with them, and on the other hand, he discovers his abnormality, and if he is not careful, he will be treated as an alien.

No wonder Chang Ling has always believed that he is a person, he has lived in that mortal world for so long, and his sensitive identity is coupled with self-hypnosis, no wonder.

Looking at the white mist with pity on his face, Chang Ling didn't know what to say.

Over the years, he has seen too much, causing Bai Wu to think that he has a deep understanding of human thinking, and in the face of the 'same kind', he is not good at monitoring in depth at all times, so he can only barely feel whether Chang Ling in front of him has violent mood swings and some guesses of his own.

He didn't think he would be wrong.

The situation was developing in a gradually strange direction, and Chang Ling completely gave up the idea of correcting it.

The white mist in front of him is like a child messing around, and he has to make people identify with him.

Even after all the hardships in the world, after all these years, he is still as innocent and willful as he was at the beginning, and his heart is pure.

This is innate.

With this kind of mind, they will not be disturbed by the demons of their hearts for the rest of their lives.

Moreover, they are born and raised in heaven and earth, and live the same life as heaven and earth, and almost as long as they continue to live, their cultivation strength will continue to grow.

How enviable.

And she, a despicable mortal, never had the courage to admit that I was not of your kind or a half-blood, just because of the exercises.

After confirming Chang Ling's identity, Bai Wu walked forward with Chang Ling like a seductive elder, also taking into account her identity as half of the human race, and didn't let her look at those spirits anymore, but he kept telling it himself.

He's lived too long, too long, and has so much to say.

Chang Ling listened to him with a smile, and his heart was still faintly tingling.

It's all someone else's story, the story of the monk who died at the hands of the White Mist.

No one is innocent in this matter.

Countless people have caused harm to the White Mist, and later he has also hurt many people.

The same is true of the causal cycle.

However, Bai Mist, because his body was full of karma, as soon as he left Wuliang Mountain, which he had entrenched and operated for many years, he would be discovered by the Heavenly Dao, and he would immediately suffer from Heavenly Punishment.

Heaven and earth have given these children unlimited tolerance and care, and when they make mistakes, they will also be punished very severely.

Even the Heavenly Dao of the Heavenly Xuan Realm, which is now weak, looks at the white mist and goes out, I am afraid that all the strength will kill him.

They are all in the same vein, with a pure heart, happiness and revenge.

Looking at the white mist chattering in front of him, Chang Ling couldn't help but sigh slightly.

He never made a move on her, and even she felt the long-lost concern and warmth in him.

Will she be the first to do it?

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

The white mist walked fast with Chang Ling, Wuliang Mountain was not too big, and the white mist had no ability to manipulate space, the scenery Chang Ling had seen before was actually just an illusion that was too real, and Chang Ling still hadn't reacted to when he kicked him into the illusion.