At the end of the day, her mother's pain, complaining, and looking at her looked at her as if she was overpowered.

Chang Ling also realized that his crimson cloak had fallen off his body at some point, and Abi's trace was invisible for a while.

However, with the induction between life and death contracts, she knew that Abi was not in any danger now, and she obviously couldn't leave the situation of Lin Junhua and the others in front of her.

It is estimated that because of the strength of her divine soul, this formation did not control her body, but the illusion that was too real still made her heart palpitate.

She didn't know how many such illusions she could survive clearly.

She couldn't stand such 'temptations' again and again.

Constantly tearing open her deepest and heaviest wounds, she faced the bloody pain again and again.

The saddest thing is that she could have had that life, she should have had that life.

But whether she is indulging in illusions or having a mental breakdown due to the huge gap, it is a dead end for her.

Chang Ling took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, the mountains and forests that were still noisy just now were very quiet, as if they were dead.

In the dark, I don't know what kind of means are still waiting for Chang Ling.

Suddenly, the silence was pierced by the melodious sound of a flute.

The sound of the flute was in her ears, Chang Ling was stunned for a long time, and what made her come back to her senses was that Lin Junhua's bodies slowly got up from the ground and walked towards the front stiffly.

At first, their movements were a little uncoordinated, but after taking two steps, the pace began to pick up.

It was manipulated by the sound of the flute.

It's clear that they are all people who are already in a coma, but they are still recruited.

Chang Ling's face changed, and he tried his best to hold Su Yujin, who was walking last.

The strength of this 'Su Yujin' is also very great, but his body obviously can't withstand such force, Chang Ling heard a crackling sound of bones coming from his body, I am afraid that if he continues to pull like this, one of Su Yujin's arms can be dragged down by Chang Ling.

Chang Ling was helpless, so he had to hold his breath and concentre, and walked towards the dense forest behind these people.

The steps of several people were not fast, and Chang Ling followed from afar, maintaining their position at the edge of her line of sight, constantly looking at the surrounding situation.

Black Wind Mountain was full of rich yin qi, and the abnormalities on Lin Junhua and the others must have been the result of continuous erosion by yin qi.

The yin qi naturally penetrated into Chang Ling's sea of knowledge, but before it could play its role, all of them were divided by those 'karma' in Chang Ling's sea of knowledge.

Yin Qi is a great supplement to the kind of yin evil things born of bloody killing and resentment.

But although this is a solution to Chang Ling's urgent need, it is a completely bad thing.

The yin qi did not erode her, but the black fog in the sea was more condensed, and even now Chang Ling's soul could faintly hear the mournful wail coming from the black fog.

In the future, Chang Ling would have to be more cautious in his cultivation, and the dangers he encountered when breaking through the Great Realm would also increase exponentially.

Now was not the time for her to worry about these things, she continued to walk forward with Lin Junhua and the others, through layers of gloomy forests, and soon arrived at a fairly wide territory.

There was a large clearing, no vegetation to obstruct it, not a single black fog shrouded in it, only the cold moonlight sprinkled on it.

A figure wrapped in a black robe stood there, playing the flute in his hand.

His bare skin was covered with dense and intricate red lines.

Behind him, Bai Jinnian and the others stood with their heads down.

Lin Junhua and a few people kept walking towards him.

Suddenly, the man raised his eyes suddenly, and looked in the direction of Chang Ling through the layers of branches and leaves.

As soon as the tune in his mouth changed, the passionate music instantly reached Chang Ling's ears.

Chang Ling's heart was shocked, only to feel that her eyes were dark, and countless sharp and noisy roars erupted in her mind.

She hurriedly stepped back.

There are also various types of cultivation in demonic cultivation, and the person in front of him can barely be regarded as entering the music cultivation.

In addition to the evil Requiem, he naturally mastered other ordinary attacks of Le Xiu.

Chang Ling closed her hearing, but the sound waves still hit her with the continuous vibration of the air.

Unable to use her divine sense, she couldn't resist the sword, and she didn't have any long-range attack methods at all, and the position of that person was obviously weird, and she didn't dare to approach rashly.

For a while, she could only use her strong physical fitness to leap on the branches of trees by keenly capturing the fluctuations of air currents.

As this Le Xiu continued to attack, Chang Ling's consciousness gradually appeared blank for a moment.

No, it can't be said to be blank, in those vacancies, distorted faces filled Chang Ling's gaze.

Those evil cultivators are not fools, the conditions for refining human stiffness and yin puppets are extremely harsh, and things that should be invincible at the same level were restrained to death by Chang Ling's Yuan Sacrifice Sword, and they naturally would not use them against her again.

With the recovery of the formation little by little, supplemented by a little attack on the divine soul, sooner or later, at a certain moment when Chang Ling is not careful, she will die without a place to be buried.

The immortal cultivation world in Youzhou is not very peaceful, and Black Wind Mountain has been able to occupy the top of the mountain stably for so many years, and these evil cultivators have a calmness that ordinary evil cultivators do not have, in addition to some backgrounds.

Now, the most important thing is not to deal with Chang Ling's little minion, but to send those monks who have been eroded by yin qi and lost consciousness to the yin cave as soon as possible, today is the full moon.

While the flute cultivator continued to attack Chang Ling, the previous few evil cultivators wearing crimson robes quietly appeared behind him, leading Bai Jinnian, Lin Junhua and the others towards the deeper darkness in the distance.

In the thick of the night, a snow-white petite figure followed them slowly.

It's Abi.

The formation on this Black Wind Mountain limited the divine sense, and it had no way to transmit the sound to Chang Ling, this formation was quite strong, and even it was almost touched before.

When it came back to its senses, it was already separated from Chang Ling, and just happened to see a few hurried figures hurrying through the dense forest, it also followed, so it came to the only piece of land bathed in moonlight on the Black Wind Mountain.

Then, naturally, I saw Chang Ling from afar, but instead of following Chang Lingdong to hide in Tibet and be embarrassed, it was better to follow these evil cultivators in front of him and see what the hell they were doing.

When it matters, you still have to rely on it.

Chang Ling's state was really not good, and after the distance was widened, the evil cultivator's musical attack had also weakened a lot, but at this time, her biggest trouble was the dense black mist that was constantly surging in her sea of consciousness.

The vicious words continued to sound in her sea of consciousness, and Chang Ling's face suddenly turned pale.

In such a helpless situation, she couldn't help but resent.

Although she used the Soul Grass, she didn't know that the cultivation of this elixir required so many lives, which was not what she wanted.

Even a little further, after cultivating the Sword Sutra, there was no other choice......

Chang Ling shook her head violently, her mood was so seriously affected, if she continued like this, her Dao heart would even collapse, and the whole person would directly become a madman.

Chang Ling had to brace her spirits, barely discerning whether the scene in front of her was the memory of those thoughts or the sinister status quo she was facing.

That evil cultivator can still use such a fierce attack method, it seems that their divine souls will not be affected by this formation, so no matter what kind of disguise she is, as soon as she gets close, she will be immediately discovered by him.

Chang Ling's brain was spinning rapidly, how to break the 'dead end' in front of him.

Earlier, when the black fog had temporarily faded, she had also used her divine sense to look at the whole of the mountain, but she had not found the clearing where the Le Xiu was standing before.

Chang Ling's few reserves of knowledge quickly crossed her mind at this moment, and the moon that she barely glimpsed there just now was like a silver plate hanging in the sky.

Today is the Full Moon.

The red lines on the man's body......

Chang Ling's face changed, and he hurriedly turned around and swept in the direction of the clearing.

Her knowledge reserve could not solve her doubts, but she intuitively felt that the person's actions and behaviors were like a means often used by evil cultivators.

Blood Sacrifice.

Whatever the blood sacrifice was for, it wouldn't be a good thing for her.

The way back is also very difficult.

The music that sounded from time to time coupled with the various images that kept flashing in my mind, and the occasional beast passing by.

Enduring the discomfort, Chang Ling reluctantly walked to the edge of the clearing.

The scene in front of her made her eyes widen.

The man in black who kept playing the flute already had a pool of blood under his feet, and more blood continued to fall down the blood-red lines on his hands and face.

The blood that had spilled onto the ground had not seeped into the soft-looking ground at all, and was piling up under his feet.

"You dare to come back. He threw the flute on the ground and laughed twice.

"Are you, disciple of the Miaoyin Sect? Chang Ling casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and asked in a low voice.

The man was stunned and looked at her in a daze.

From the time he started to use music attacks before, Chang Ling felt that his tunes were somewhat familiar, and a few years ago, in the Great Competition of the Nine Great Sects, there were disciples of the Miaoyin Sect, and the repertoire played was from the same origin as him.

Immediately, he raised his eyebrows: "Oh? ”

"A casual practice. ”

"If you need it, I'll save you. Chang Ling raised his eyes to look at him.

The man burst out laughing and laughing, tears streaming down his mottled face.

More precisely, blood and tears.

After so many years, someone finally said that they wanted to save him.

Too late.

He greedily looked at Chang Ling's 'ordinary' face, looking at her tenacious, vivid state.

It seems that through her, you can see the figure of many years ago.

His parents are both disciples of the Miaoyin Sect, he was born in the Damen sect, and he has a good talent, so he should have had a smooth life.

Until one time, a team of evil cultivators attacked the Miaoyin Sect and planted 'Yin Ghosts' on him, and the sect that had just been looted was at the time when they were most resentful of evil cultivators, they resented evil cultivators, and they also resented their own incompetence.

As a result, he became a target of public criticism, and the others were afraid of the 'means' left by this evil cultivator, and they were unwilling to try his hand to prove that they were not helpless against the evil cultivator.

Then he was scarred and banished from the sect, rejected by his parents, and scolded by his peers.

When he was disheartened, the evil cultivators of the Condensing Realm who had passed all the way coveted his special physique and outstanding talents, and tried in vain to refine him into a puppet, so he tricked him into coming to Youzhou.

Under the guidance of that 'good Samaritan', he began to practice sorcery.

Although he was young, he had a good mind, and at the last moment when he was about to be refined into a puppet, he used his flute to penetrate the body of the evil cultivator.

That was the first time he had killed someone.

Then he got more and more complete evil spells from the corpse of that evil cultivator.

It wasn't until he also had blood on his hands and regarded human life as a mustard and became a well-known evil cultivator that he realized that the so-called 'Yin Ghost' was just the most basic means of those evil cultivators, and it could be removed with the help of some medicinal materials that replenished qi and blood.

It's so simple and easy.

But it was his most tragic turn.

But if there is a person who wants to save him, he will not end up in such a situation.

If there was a choice, who would have thought that they would end up in such a situation.

For many years that followed, he wandered aimlessly in Youzhou, practicing the exercises so that he could not suppress his bloodthirsty thoughts, and every time the demon punishment operation was carried out, he would deliberately find some disciples from the Great Gate, and then watch them struggle in front of him, and then die in agony.

Occasionally, there were moments when he would envy them for dying.

He was already very old, and it wouldn't be long before the hundreds of years of longevity in the Condensing Realm would come to an end.

I thought that in the end, I would use my body to infuse those monks with yin blood and make them stiff.

He still hated, he wanted everyone to taste his pain, to see that they were not as good as him.

He had been hiding in the shadows before, but he had actually eavesdropped on many of the monks' conversations.

He knew, her name was Chang Ling, she would have had so many opportunities to kill her companions and then seize the treasures, she would have had so many opportunities to give up on them, and she might be able to easily seek a glimmer of life by herself.

Now she stood in front of him and said she wanted to save him.

If someone had told him so firmly and sincerely a hundred years ago that he would save him, he would rather die than live like this.

After all, he became the most disgusted appearance of his youth.

Chang Ling looked at the terrifying face of the person in front of him who was constantly distorting, and for no reason, he actually felt a trace of sadness.

In this world, who does not have his own suffering, but no matter what kind of suffering, it cannot be a reason to excuse evil.