A month later, the sound of the white mist suddenly sounded in Chang Ling's ears.

"You little fox, wake up. ”

Chang Ling's spiritual power operating in her body was suddenly interrupted, she forcibly swallowed the salty salt in her mouth, and hurriedly got up and walked over there with the white mist.

In fact, it was not far from the cave where she was, on the cliff on the side, and if she kept walking inside, she could see the faint fluorescence inside.

In the deepest part is a milky white pool.

The little fox with turquoise eyes lay wet inside, its eyes rolling drippingly, as if it was constantly probing the surrounding situation.

It watched Chang Ling and Bai Wu walk in together, and there was naked defense in its eyes.

It didn't know her anymore.

Even though he had thought about this result a long time ago, Chang Ling still breathed a sigh of relief.

She took a few steps forward and asked in a low voice, "Abi, how are you feeling now?"

The little fox could barely sense a vague familiarity from the person in front of him, but no matter how much it thought about it, it could not find the slightest trace of her in his own life.

If you feel it carefully, oh, the familiar source should be the contract between the two of them.

They were able to conclude a contract of life and death, and they should have a good relationship in the past.

But it couldn't think of anything.

It's sorry, but there's nothing it can do.

But it still opened its mouth to respond to Chang Ling's concerned inquiry: "I don't feel like there's anything wrong, thank you." ”

After completing the reshaping of the soul and soaking in such a soul liquid, the little fox felt that he was full of strength.

Benefit.

Chang Ling opened his mouth and wanted to say something more, but he could only shut his mouth in a sneer.

What could she say? Now she's just a stranger, a stranger to be wary of.

Instead, Bai Wu took a few steps forward, lifted Ah Bi out of the pool, and said, "Since everything has recovered and is still soaking here, my soul liquid is a priceless treasure!"

After he dragged Ah Bi out, his face was disgusted, and he accidentally let go of Ah Bi's hand, and the fluffy little fox chased after the ground at once.

Knowing that such a move would not cause any substantial harm to Abi at all, Chang Ling couldn't help but glare at Bai Mist.

Bai Mist's face was suddenly full of grievances.

"Chang Ling, it doesn't remember you anymore, but it's okay, I will always remember you. He looked down at her, and there was sincerity in his countenance, which resembled hers.

Chang Ling smiled at him gently, and didn't forget to turn around and say to Ah Bi: "These days, I still need to bother you to live with me on this Wuliang Mountain, you can walk around and pay attention to safety." ”

She didn't want to step forward and take the little fox in her arms, dry its fur little by little, and rub its furry ears and tail, but the guard and vigilance in its eyes stabbed her all the time.

Tell her bluntly that this is a completely strange and brand-new soul in front of her.

Chang Ling suddenly thought with some sadness that Ah Bi was indeed dead.

If she is saved like this, she can't deceive herself no matter what.

Earlier, she still had a little hope, expecting to wait for it to open its eyes, it was still the soft little fox that belonged to her, and the white mist successfully cured it, and they were together again.

But the reality is always so bloody.

Chang Ling sniffed hard, holding back tears.

"Su Bicheng, hello, I'm Chang Ling. Her voice still trembled.

The little fox was still vigilant, but he also raised his head to greet Chang Ling.

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

After seeing Ah Bi, Chang Ling really couldn't bear to face it with its unfamiliar expression, and after admonishing it again, he walked out with Bai Mist.

The white mist quietly followed behind Chang Ling, and a little joy grew in his heart for no reason.

Behold, the little fox has turned his back on her so easily, and he is the only one who can keep her company and remember her for a long time.

Chang Ling walked aimlessly, his mind was very chaotic.

In the end, she still didn't have the courage to say to Abi, if you don't want to, just break the contract with me.

She was so despicable that she wanted to be with it for a while longer.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Chang Ling realized that Bai Wu had been following behind her, she calmed down her thoughts, turned around and thanked sincerely.

"Thank you. ”

And that's all.

If it weren't for the ichor, Abi wouldn't be ......

"Are you complaining about me?" asked Bai Mist in some surprise.

"Why do you blame me? Since when? The spiritual liquid? Didn't you take it and drink it yourself? It was you who chose to save Abi, it could have been with you forever, but you couldn't open your eyes again, but it will always be the same thing it used to be. ”

"Everything is your own choice, your own actions. ”

Every time he said a word, Chang Ling's face turned pale.

She didn't know.

It seems that it has become an instinct to shirk responsibility and make oneself less guilty, so it was bluntly punctured, Chang Ling had to laugh bitterly.

How transparent and ruthless this person in front of him is.

But she couldn't refute every word of him.

Chang Ling slowly squatted down, buried his head in his knees at once, and let the tears flow down little by little.

She couldn't hide any emotions in front of the white mist, so she wasn't suppressing any of her feelings.

It's so sad.

Bai Wu on the side looked at Chang Ling who buried his head in his knees with great interest, and he could feel a strong sadness from her.

He also seemed to be a little puzzled as to why there could be such a huge amount of emotion in such a weak body.

How much he envies these people, obviously he knows all kinds of emotions and perceives all kinds of situations in the world, but he can never empathize.

Chang Ling didn't know how long he cried, his whole person was groggy, so he simply leaned directly on the big stone behind him and slowly closed his eyes.

How ridiculous, these are the most painful things in her life, but they have all become a help for her to move forward.

After such mood fluctuations, her solid mood bottleneck was also slightly loosened.

After concentrating on cultivation for a few more days, she would surely be able to further advance her divine consciousness and cultivation.

Now she is so tired that she just wants to close her eyes and get a good night's sleep.

A long sleep.

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

Waiting for Chang Ling to wake up again, there was no longer a figure of Bai Mist beside him. 135 Chinese

She exhaled a long breath, sensed the direction roughly, and flew away in the direction of the cave.

She didn't even have the opportunity or qualifications to choose to stay.

Back in the cave, Chang Ling found a suitable position, closed his eyes and began to meditate.

After a little more practice, she will need endless actual combat again.

In this Wuliang Mountain, it is actually too easy to seek actual combat, and if Bai Wu controls some former monks, it is enough for her to drink a pot.

Such resources do not have to be used in vain.

This time, Chang Ling's cultivation only took a few months, which was a tiny amount of time for a Jindan Realm cultivator.

She shouted that Bai Wu was already quite familiar, and after waiting for him to appear, Chang Ling briefly explained his intentions, and Bai Wu agreed very easily.

Anyway, this accompanying Chang Ling to practice fighting, what he consumed was only a small part of his energy, a very small part of his life.

It's one of the few things he has fun in life.

What's more, as his kind, how could Chang Ling be so weak!

Without saying much, several figures began to condense in front of Chang Ling.

They are all Yuan Infant Realm monks.

Chang Ling's eyebrows raised slightly, Bai Mist's insight was much stronger than hers, and the opponent he chose was ...... Bao can't still have fun watching her jokes.

However, being able to fight with the Yuan Infant Realm cultivators, Chang Ling was warm when he thought about it.

The Yuan Sacrifice Sword was firmly held in her hand, and Ling Feng's body method was activated instantly, and her whole person turned into an afterimage, and she quickly swept forward.

Several more swords flew high behind her, straight at this side of the battlefield.

A middle-aged man flew up to meet him, and the two touched straight in mid-air, and the two sides quickly separated.

I don't know if this is in the illusion of the white mist, the middle-aged man's feeling is extremely real.

It was as if she was really fighting with the same Yuan Infant Realm monk.

Her eyebrows raised involuntarily, and her fighting spirit rose little by little.

Stretched out his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth casually, and continued to lift himself and run forward.

This middle-aged man turned out to be a rare physical cultivator, and Chang Ling's every move was a real collision with him.

After all these years of forging and fighting, for a while, a Yuan Infant Realm monk couldn't have the upper hand in front of her.

However, as a Yuanying Realm monk, his spiritual power operation is much more accurate than Chang Ling's, every move and style is extremely accurate, and his cultivation is not purely based on resources, he can become a Yuanying Realm monk, and he doesn't know how many battles he has passed.

The fists are windy, and the legs are sharp, Chang Ling has some intentions to practice moves, but he didn't try the power of those souls, and he kept sharpening his moves when fighting with this person.

After a hearty fight, Chang Ling waved at the white mist, and as she expected, the attack of the person in front of her did not stop.

Chang Ling had no choice but to control the long sword with several split souls, running towards this person from all directions.

The sword light surrounded him impenetrably.

She'd never tried to get so many distractions out at once.

Although they are all separated from her soul, each of them has an independent consciousness, and it still needs to be constantly honed to cooperate with each other.

As soon as it was implemented suddenly, there were many long swords that collided directly in mid-air, and his own swords hit his own swords, Chang Ling touched his nose with some embarrassment.

But soon she adjusted her mood again, although the split souls already had their own consciousness, but the suppression of the main soul was still there, and it was still possible to roughly control the direction.

With the addition of these swords, the wind of battle changes in an instant.

Waiting for the long swords to continuously cut through this person's defenses and completely knock him to the ground, Chang Ling's eyebrows and eyes couldn't hide the joy.

Now, does she already have the combat power of the Yuan Infant Realm?

Of course, she also knew that in the battle just now, she was using her magic weapon hole cards, but the monk in front of her was indeed bare-handed, and she had not even sacrificed her infant to fight.

But such a battle can undoubtedly add a lot of confidence to her.

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

She didn't have to be happy for long, and behind the unconscious body on the ground, a beautiful woman slowly walked up.

As her body continued to writhe, Chang Lingdi's eyes were involuntarily firmly attracted to her.

Her every move seems to be able to easily affect other people's thoughts.

This is a cultivator who is proficient in the Divine Soul Land Yuan Infant Realm, and it just so happens that Chang Ling also wants to see what kind of power his own Divine Soul can have together.

The expected encounter with the illusion or the attack on the divine soul did not appear, Chang Ling intuitively felt that his breathing was a little heavier, and the cause was naturally the woman in front of him.

I don't know if it's the spices attached to her or some strange secret method.

Chang Ling actually felt a little drowsy, this was already a feeling she hadn't experienced for a long time since she stepped into the immortal road.

Just as her eyes were half-open and half-closed, a soft sword appeared in the woman's hand, and the whole person turned into a fragrant wind and galloped towards her.

Chang Ling barely manipulated his body to dodge her attacks, but this person's moves and fighting style were extremely fast and spicy.

A few couldn't dodge, and Chang Ling had a few more blood holes on his body.

Real, a wound that constantly bleeds outward.

But the pain made her sober up a little.

Thinking about it, the woman's exercises in front of him were somewhat similar to some of the characteristics of the white mist.

Inadvertently infiltrated and manipulated, if it is really a real battle, first use words to drag on for some time, and wait for your own breath to continue to infiltrate, the other party will be constantly weakened.

None of the Yuan Infant Realm monks have simple means.

Chang Ling took a deep breath, and the joy on his face was replaced by a dignified color.

It seemed that the blow could not be achieved, and the woman's rapid retreat distanced herself from Chang Ling.

Obviously, she didn't grow with her physique and melee combat, and the blow just now was just a test at the beginning of the battle.

Chang Ling didn't know the arrangement around her, and she didn't dare to rush forward, anyway, she wasn't a close combat.

The long sword flew like a swimming dragon towards the woman.

This time, she used the three-talent sword formation.

She hadn't learned a new sword formation in the Sword Sutra, but with the refinement of her divine soul and the realization of the sword path these days, she faintly felt that maybe she could also create a sword formation.

However, now, in the current battle, it is still necessary to use the most basic and extremely subtle three-talent sword formation.

The long swords cooperate with each other very well, covering each other and borrowing each other's strength, and only by constantly using them can we continue to see the wonders of this most basic sword formation.

It contains almost any part of a sword array, and each transformation is the most basic change of the long sword in the sword array.

The more complex sword formations can't escape these basic things, but more parts are assembled and coordinated with each other.

Chang Ling looked at his three Split Soul Envoys and wrapped the woman tightly with their long swords.

The shawl on her body suddenly skyrocketed.