In fact, the old woman's description before, many mortals died here, she didn't have much waves, mortals are too fragile, everything in nature seems to make them fall easily.

Although he hadn't really experienced a head-on battle, Chang Ling didn't dare to say that he would definitely win against the Yuanying Realm cultivator, but it shouldn't be a problem to fight and escape with his life.

Especially the owner of this cave is still Dan Xiu, Dan Xiu, who is notoriously not good at fighting.

Chang Ling didn't worry much about the safety of his trip.

But standing here, looking at the situation of this white mist, she instantly understood that this could never be as simple as the cave mansion that a Yuanying Realm monk once was.

Standing on the edge of the mountain, Chang Ling took a few tentative steps.

The whole person walked into this peak, only to feel that the white mist around him was much thicker than he imagined.

She stepped on solid ground, barely seeing the trees a foot away with her naked eye, and her consciousness spread forward, but within her 'line of sight', there was also a haunting mist.

The operation of spiritual power in the body does not seem to be affected in any way, but the move is released, and it feels like there is a real obstacle in the air.

Every move and style is stiff and solidified.

Chang Ling took a few steps back, but he still didn't get out of the range of this white mist land.

Her expression changed, and she suddenly pulled out the Yuan Sacrifice Sword from behind her back and held it tightly in her hand.

The moment she stepped into the ground, she closed her breath, did not inhale the white mist, and was not affected by any additional effects for a while.

The woods under the white mist were not much different from the previous peak, except that it was too quiet.

There was no chirping birds, no beasts passing through the jungle from time to time, not even insects chirping.

Chang Ling had a vague premonition that maybe in this mountain peak, there would be no other living beings besides her.

It felt vaguely familiar to her, but she had seen so many things in the places she had traveled over the years that she couldn't think clearly for a while.

Behind her should be the way of space, and the moment she walked into this mountain, she was destined to be impossible to return the way she came.

This Wuliang Mountain can be said to be unknown in Jizhou, where the Nine Yin Sect is located, if it weren't for hearing the news from these Jindan Realm monks this time, Chang Ling was afraid that he didn't even know what the name of this mountain was, so he quickly passed by.

Walking alone, news and intelligence are still extremely important, and Chang Ling does not forget to carefully collect news everywhere he goes, which is unheard of for Wuliang Mountain.

It shouldn't be......

Chang Ling held the long sword in his hand, and his heart was also a lot more steady, and he walked forward little by little, but he did not encounter any abnormalities.

It should be noon, but the white mist shows no sign of fading, and no sun shines in.

Chang Ling felt a chill for no reason.

This feeling, this feeling......

Chang Ling's eyes widened violently, this Wuliang Mountain gave her the feeling that it was like the mountain where the demon punishment operation was in Youzhou, and she was trapped by those demon cultivators and evil cultivators.

Time was too long ago, she couldn't remember the specific name of the peak, but she clearly remembered that every inch of land there was soaked in blood, and after a few steps, she could vaguely see the white bones exposed under her feet.

However, these white mist are definitely not yin qi.

That weird feeling......

Suddenly, the wind picked up between the trees.

The white mist seemed to freeze in place, and the wind did not blow it away.

If it weren't for the chill from the shop and the slightly raised hair, Chang Ling wouldn't be sure if there was any wind in the end.

The consumption of the Imperial Sword or the volley here is extremely high, and with her current cultivation, she can support it for at most half a quarter of an hour, and once the spiritual power is exhausted, she will not have the Spirit Breath Grass in her hand now.

She had to concentrate on walking forward step by step, one foot deeper, one foot shallow.

Chang Ling didn't know if it was because of his excessive psychological pressure, but this way, he was obviously very calm.

Several times, she jerked her back, and the long sword flew in mid-air a few times, all of which were empty of her strength in the void in front of her.

I don't know if it's the subconscious voice in her heart, a soft and firm voice keeps saying in her heart, it's that she's too nervous, there's nothing wrong here.

Chang Ling didn't walk very fast, and every few steps forward he didn't forget to leave a little trace on the trunk of the tree next to him.

But as she walked forward, the deep traces left before began to heal, and it didn't take long for them to disappear completely.

Behind her, in the layers of white mist, countless miserable white shadows moved rapidly.

Chang Ling walked forward for a while, turned around suddenly, and took two steps in the direction he came.

It's too weird, from the outside world, this Wuliang Mountain is a towering and steep mountain, but she has been walking here for so long, and she has always walked on the ground.

No, it should be said, she just walked on the smooth ground.

As soon as she turned around, the white mist behind her unexpectedly retreated a little like a tide, and only came up again a moment later.

It's as if it's being manipulated.

Chang Ling's face continued to walk forward as usual, clearly remembering that he had carved a cross on the big stone next to him just now, and now you have a stone that is as smooth as ever.

Chang Ling's hand rested on the stone, only to feel that the chill seemed to soak her whole body.

A somewhat bold idea gradually took shape in her mind, and she thought about it a little further......

Chang Ling didn't know how much effort he used to force himself to calm down, so he turned around calmly, and walked forward with his feet raised as if nothing had happened.

Chang Ling constantly observed the situation around him, trying his best to find a suitable place for him to fight.

Her swordsmanship is known for being light, fast, and changeable, and the location she wants to choose is naturally not so empty, and there are more places to borrow strength and dodge, and for unknown opponents, the most suitable way for her to fight is grappling.

Soon, Chang Ling chose a forest in front of him.

There were a few sparse trees standing inside, each of which was very thick.

Chang Ling quickened his steps, and after a few steps, he dodged in and walked in, turning around suddenly, looking coldly at the 'empty' jungle in front of him.

"Come out. She said coldly.

The only thing that responded to her was a silence like water.

She stood stubbornly, still staring straight ahead of her.

I don't know how long it took, but the white mist in front of her began to condense gradually.

Unexpectedly, a figure was sketched in mid-air.

Tall white.

"Hello. He said stiffly.

It seems that he hasn't opened his mouth for many years, and he is extremely uncomfortable.

Chang Ling felt that her heartbeat was constantly accelerating, and she had to keep running her spiritual power in her body over and over again, and her stiff body barely felt a little warm.

What the hell is this stuff.

In the face of this man, she couldn't even think of fighting.

Chang Ling could clearly feel his retreat, which was an experience he had never experienced before, no matter what kind of opponent he had encountered before.

Having lost his indomitable momentum and fighting spirit, Chang Ling could easily see his fate.

When her thoughts were flying, the white shadow in front of her tilted his head, and his face was also white, Chang Ling couldn't really see his expression.

"It's been a long time, it's been a long time since I've seen anyone. ”

"It's a pleasure to meet you. ”

"Would you like to play with me?"

Stay, blend in, stay with us, never separate.

This person's voice was obviously not outstanding, and his tone did not change significantly, but if there was a strange aura in it, it still made Chang Ling subconsciously want to nod.

"Chang Ling!" Abi's sharp voice came from her sea of knowledge.

After a sharp pain, Chang Ling shook his head violently.

Completely unconscious, she wanted to listen to the man in front of her.

She shook her head a few times, just to sober herself up, but in the eyes of the white shadow in front of her, it was a refusal action.

Chang Ling only felt that the atmosphere in his body quickly became a little colder.

"Why don't you want to stay?"

When Chang Ling had already put on a posture and was ready to run away at any time, the figure in front of him didn't make any other movements, and just asked.

Chang Ling was stunned for a moment, and didn't know how to answer for a while.

Without waiting for her to say the answer, the white fog in front of her dissipated a lot in the next moment, and pictures appeared clearly in front of her eyes.

It's an innumerable figure.

They are glued to each other, but they seem to have never heard of each other.

Every body is mutilated, some are only half a body, some have only one leg.

No matter how twisted and intertwined they were, everyone had a smile on their faces.

That smile that comes from the heart, brought by genuine happiness.

This scene was so weird that Chang Ling couldn't say a word for a while.

A faint voice sounded behind her: "These are all the people who have stayed here all these years, but no one has come here for many years, and I am already very lonely." ”

Every figure here is not an illusion, but the spirit of a monk.

Mortals who have not condensed their souls must not be able to leave even the slightest trace, and the person in the mouth of this white shadow is naturally also a monk.

Through the changes in the clothing of these monks, Chang Ling could easily see that they all belonged to different eras.

The spirit of the monks who are dressed like the current monks is the least, presumably because almost no monks have come to Wuliang Mountain in recent years, but monks who will come to Wuliang Mountain.

Chang Ling suddenly thought of the three Jindan Realm cultivators he had let go.

Countless images quickly connected in her mind, and she carefully recognized the faces of the crowd in front of her.

She remembered their clothes clearly, and it didn't take long for her to find the faces of the three men.

The heads of the three of them shared the same body, each in a different direction, and they all grinned.

They had been dead for years, and perhaps they had lost their lives the first time they happened to pass by Goliang Mountain or wanted to explore it.

And what did she see?

How could it be so coincidental that the monk she happened to meet could tell her what she wanted?

"Chang Ling, this is, Nightmare. Abi's Divine Soul Transmission also trembled a little.

Chang Ling didn't know what this nightmare was, and he waited for a long time and didn't hear Abi's explanation.

Instead, the white shadow in front of him spoke.

"Well, I don't know when, some of you call me the Lord of All Souls in the world. ”

Unlike the weak human beings, there are many mysterious and powerful spiritual creatures born and raised by the heavens and the earth.

Perhaps even earlier, in the uncivilized lands, they were called gods.

Nightmare is one of them.

The ancestors of the monks did not deviate in the slightest from his description, and the only and most powerful ability of the Nightmare was to control the divine soul.

Unlike the clumsy magic of human beings, the nightmare seems to be a natural artist in this aspect.

There is no deviation in the slightest.

Such a legendary creature, Chang Ling never thought that he would be able to meet it one day.

The situation in the Heavenly Xuan Realm is not clear to others, can she not know.

In such a weak world, how can there be strength to support strong spiritual creatures.

The three Jindan Realm monks I met earlier, the mortal villages I saw at the foot of the mountain, and those living people, must have been more than the hands of the nightmare.

Their spirits are imprisoned here, but their bodies can move like ordinary people, and they still have a strong mind......

"Are you my kind?" the figure in front of him tilted his head, and there was a little more excitement in his tone.

The principle of controlling the soul is actually to split his own soul into countless sub-souls, and then each to control the minds and minds of different people, in the early days, his pleasure was to build a city by himself.

Everyone in this city is his will, and they are entangled with each other, and they grow independently.

It's very interesting.

He had long forgotten how long he had been in this world, but all these years, he had been his own.

He's an outlier.

I don't remember how many years ago those weak humans shouted at him.

He was strong and friendly, but the men kept throwing their weak weapons at him.

And today, he looked at the person in front of him who had been lured in by his own distraction.

Along the way, she naturally discovered the flaws he deliberately created.

But she didn't panic and didn't scold, it's really funny.

And just now, she stood in front of him, and he could easily see the condition of her body.

She turned out to be like him, with a number of souls.

Although her strength is very poor, it seems that there are only three soul splits now, and one of them is bound to a sword, which is really a waste.

In his heart, he suddenly took care of the cubs, and when he was a teenager, how he wished that an elder could follow him to guide and protect him.

Maybe if he finds his kindred, he won't be alone.

Chang Ling inexplicably felt a trace of joy and excitement from the bare face of the figure in front of him.

Is it his kind......

Chang Ling hurriedly shook his head.

The person in front of him didn't say anything more, and the white mist on his body gradually began to condense again, and this time his face was completely outlined.