But no matter how they cried and begged along the way, the leading Xianmen disciples did not pause at all.

After two days, even the people sitting in the carriage were pale.

Counting Chang Ling, there are less than twenty people who are still running around.

With Chang Ling's help, their state is not much better.

All of them are already in the shape of running out of oil.

Even from a long time ago, they were only moving forward with perseverance.

In order to ensure that the team that followed them conserved their strength, the heavy salute had long been discarded, and they didn't even bring much food and water.

If they fall here, they won't be able to go back home.

And there is a long way to go, and no one knows how long they will be able to hold on.

Suddenly, the person walking in front of Chang Ling had a soft foot and fell straight to the ground.

Chang Ling quickly helped him up, only to hear a weak thank you.

"Put, put me down. ”

The man's heavy, burning breath was close to Chang Ling's ear.

He wanted to live.

But how could he ask his equally tired companion to take him?

It is his life to not be able to persist here, and he can't drag others down anymore.

Chang Ling didn't speak, put the man on his body, and continued to walk forward little by little.

One of the leading monks glanced back lightly, then turned away with a cold snort.

He could already imagine the end of these two people.

It's ridiculous to be a good person if you don't have the ability.

From the carriage in front of her came the head of a little girl, her face pale and haggard, and only a pair of big eyes were still very bright.

She looked at Chang Ling and the others without blinking.

"Mom, let them come up too, I, I'm skinny, and there's a place. Chang Ling, who had a keen sense of five senses, naturally heard the little girl's words clearly.

A somewhat shrill female voice came: "They are slaves! The Immortal Elder is willing to take them to the gathering place with him, which is already a great creation." ”

Their voices were actually very small, but the immortal cultivators present could hear them clearly.

The three of them frowned at the same time, and after a long time, no one said anything.

Immortal cultivators are not allowed to use magic at will in the 'mortal world', nor can they interfere in the affairs of the family and country, systems and regulations in the mortal world, everything in the world has its own independent operating rules, just like mortals often sigh 'fate is determined by heaven'.

Immortal cultivators intervene at will, often not bringing any good results, and they will themselves be contaminated with cause and effect, and the slightest carelessness will turn into karma.

Chang Ling exhaled a long breath.

When she first set foot on the immortal path, she thought that she had embarked on a path to heaven and would have supreme power.

But with the passage of time and the improvement of her realm, she can see her powerlessness and limitations more and more.

I can't even handle my own affairs.

The layers of black fog in the sea of knowledge also echoed one after another.

I know that all my efforts may be in vain, that I can't change myself, I can't change the world, I can't save myself, I can't save sentient beings.

Chang Ling, what are you holding onto?

She suddenly felt the person next to her constantly pushing her.

This strength is really not enough for her.

"Let me go. ”

Chang Ling was also a little staggered for a while because she was stunned, and this person naturally thought that he had dragged her down.

Chang Ling came back to his senses, looked at the mountains in front of him, the endless blue sky, and said softly to the empty air in front of him.

"At least I'm willing to change now. ”

Recognizing one's own insignificance and powerlessness cannot be an obstacle to facing the known destiny and being able to walk calmly and fearlessly, which is probably where the great brilliance of humble beings lies.

If she looks back on her life a hundred years later, she doesn't want to see herself who chooses to be mediocre because she 'sees through everything'.

Hot-blooded, impulsive, brave, persistent.

That's what they look like as young people.

She has never lost her innocence.

She still hasn't, surrendered to life.

Chang Ling chuckled: "It's okay, I'll help you for a short while, and when you recover a little, you can go by yourself, we will be there soon." ”

As he spoke, a trace of spiritual power quietly spread into the man's body, nourishing his depleted meridians.

Chang Ling did the same, quietly approaching the 'slaves' who were following the team, and in the end, seventeen people, none of them arrived at the gathering place.

But when you arrive at the gathering place, will it be the beginning of a stable life?

Chang Ling looked at the chaotic realm in front of him and frowned slightly.

She could feel the aura of the enchantment, this gathering area was very large, and correspondingly covered such a large area of enchantment, and the effect of the enchantment was not strong.

You can even easily peek inside from the outside.

Chang Ling wondered for a while if he had never walked out of Youzhou.

The situation in the barrier is very similar to that of the city.

Countless people lay on the ground at random, gray and unkempt.

Looking at the carriage that arrived at the gate of the barrier, many people got up directly from the ground, and a pair of eyes were firmly fixed on those who got off the carriage.

Chang Ling figured everything out in an instant.

The disciples of the Yuanhua Sect Open Pulse Realm can't enter the mountain gate at all, and their lives outside are no different from mortals, and the sect will not care about their food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Even if the gathering place was established, Yuanhuamen could not take out what mortals needed to live and survive.

Of course, I don't ignore it, but the food, clothes, robes, and so on sent in are obviously not enough.

There will also be Xianmen disciples to manage the gathering place, but in the face of the demon shadow between heaven and earth, the entire Yuanhua Sect is on strict alert, and the meeting is held all day long, not to mention, how to organize the disciples to escape smoothly has to be practiced countless times.

They often have no time to take care of the gathering place, and the whole sect also turns a blind eye.

When their own lives are at stake, who has the opportunity to care about other people.

Not to mention mortals.

With the passage of time, the first batch of mortals to arrive at the gathering place had already exhausted the food and water they carried, and the materials issued by the Yuanhua Sect depended on when those Immortal Sect disciples remembered it, and there was no fixed number.

They had to look at the newcomers, who seemed to be well stocked.

Before entering the enchantment, Chang Ling quietly hid his figure and did not enter with them.

Those two disciples couldn't find any trace of her, and she didn't think that this barrier couldn't be detected.

Chang Ling quietly hid in a big tree outside the barrier, watching the group walk in, and then the rest of the mortals swarmed up.

Through the barrier, she seemed to be able to hear the earth-shattering cry clearly.

She took a few deep breaths to calm her emotions.

She was ashamed of her incompetence, ashamed of her weakness.

She turned her head and looked at the huge figure in the sky, her eyes burning with raging flames.

The long sword in her hand will be able to protect the people of this world sooner or later.

As she breathed heavily, all the spiritual energy within a certain range of her body flowed towards her dantian.

Although the concentration is not high, it cannot stand a large range.

The spiritual power in her body was constantly running, and the rich spiritual energy was squeezed into her meridians, probably because the concentration was too large, and there was a faint posture that wanted to condense into liquid.

She felt the droplets of water condensed by the spiritual power in her body, flowing along her meridians little by little, which was indescribably comfortable.

Chang Ling was stunned.

It didn't take long for her to reach the upper grade of the Contemplation Realm, and there was a saying that the peak of the Condensation Realm was called 'half of the realm'.

This realm does not need to be deliberately broken through, it is just a step to continuously condense one's own aura into a liquid state.

After waiting for all the spiritual power in the body to turn into liquid, continue to condense it, and you can form a golden pill.

In the Heavenly Mystery Realm before, although she didn't deliberately cultivate, the rich heaven and earth aura was also pouring into her body all the time.

From the Contemplation Realm to the Jindan Realm, it is also a major watershed for monks.

Before the Jindan realm, the spiritual power in the monk's body was in the form of gas, and the step to form the Jindan was to use the monk's spiritual power into liquid as a furnace to condense the Jindan at the dantian, and from then on, the Jindan could store the monk's purest spiritual power to provide a steady stream of spiritual power for the battle.

After the spiritual power is turned into a liquid state, it is not only richer, but also more accurate and effective when it is controlled than when it is in the gaseous state.

In the current Tianxuan Continent, the Jindan Realm monks are also barely considered to have advanced to the category of high-level cultivators, and in the Nine Great Sects, it is not surprising that this is the threshold for becoming a true disciple.

Chang Ling has many acupoints in her body and wide meridians, and the spiritual power that she can store is much higher than that of a monk of the same level, but she didn't expect that so soon, she would reach the time to condense her spiritual power, and she was still in this situation.

The surrounding aura was instantly emptied, and it was those monks who couldn't hide it from Yuanhua Gate.

No, there are now several white-clothed people with serious faces, standing under the tree where Chang Ling is hiding.

The leader was a Jindan Realm monk, looking at the style of his robe, he turned out to be a true disciple of Yuanhua Sect.

They didn't bother Chang Ling.

It is not uncommon to take a certain range of spiritual energy, and monks who have practiced special exercises often cause such visions when they break through the realm.

The aura of this person in front of him is pure and strong, if it is not a demon cultivator, no matter why he appears here, it is a big taboo in the entire cultivation world to disturb the monk's enlightenment and enter the realm.

If you are in a hurry, people will jump over the wall in a hurry, and if you blow yourself up, no one present will think about a good end.

It's better to wait for Chang Ling to be too energetic and ask again.

She couldn't run anyway.

Chang Ling complained bitterly, although the change in his mood could occasionally bring about an epiphany and affect the monk's cultivation, but at this time, it happened to him, and Chang Ling really couldn't laugh.

Fortunately, just condensing the spiritual power in the body into a liquid will not be disturbed by the karma of the demons, heavenly thunder, etc., it just takes some time.

Chang Ling simply took out a high-grade spirit stone from the storage magic weapon, and continued to absorb the pure spiritual power inside, just seeking a quick victory.

Five hours passed for this 'quick fix'.

The few disciples under the tree also went to deal with their own affairs, and only the true disciple was still standing there straight.

When all the spiritual power in Chang Ling's body was converted into liquid, before he had time to adapt, he had to jump down and smile at the true disciple.

"Where did Daoyou come from, and why did you come here?" he asked coldly.

As early as when she sensed his breath, Chang Ling removed the things that covered his breath, and Luoyue fell into a deep sleep again, relying only on her own words......

The true disciples of the Nine Great Sects, although they could not be said to be comparable to the Yuanying Realm cultivators, but in front of the Yuanhua Sect, which attached great importance to the divine soul, Chang Ling still did not dare to guarantee whether his disguise would be pierced.

Chang Ling hurriedly bent down and bowed his head, and said quite flatteringly: "In Xia Funing, he is a casual cultivator in Qingzhou, and he went to Yanzhou with his friends a few years ago, and the affairs of the Gu family are ....... ”

Chang Ling paused, raised his eyes to look at this person's expression, and then said in a low voice: "I am not very old, I have been quite smart since I was a child, and I also want to try my luck in the major sects, but I really can't do it, find a family, get some resources, and see when I can condense into a golden pill and become a guest elder." ”

"After coming to Yuanzhou, I saw that a few disciples of your sect were walking towards this side with some mortals, so I followed along the way. ”

Yanzhou Gu's ...... The cold-faced man's eyes flashed.

A few years ago, the patriarch of the Gu clan who cultivated in the Yuanying Realm died suddenly, and he had heard about it.

Does anyone else borrow from Qingzhou in the family struggle?

A small Contemplation Realm monk was embarrassed to put gold on his face.

This person pouted, and he didn't 'pierce' Chang Ling.

The girl in front of her is indeed a condensing realm cultivator, and it is quite good that she can be made like this by casual cultivation.

"Can you know the Dao?" he asked.

The corners of Chang Ling's mouth twitched slightly, and he said firmly: "I know a little bit about it." ”

The man nodded in satisfaction.

"Go over there, there is a gathering place for monks over there, the demon clan is current, my generation of monks should unite together to overcome difficulties. He took an official tone and said lightly.

At this time, the monks who came to Yuanzhou had to make the best use of their resources if they couldn't make any waves.

Chang Ling hurriedly saluted the person in front of him, and hurriedly ran in the direction he pointed out.

Even if she was lucky, she hadn't seen this person before when she was the true legend of the Canglan Sword Sect, and he must have never held the wanted warrant in Youzhou.

After receiving his order, Chang Ling quickly disappeared.

The man stood there for a long time, his face was a little distressed, as if he was contemplating something, and after not getting an answer, he simply waved his sleeves and turned away.

He didn't have time to dwell on it.

One force will drop ten, the strength is here, and many times he doesn't need to think about it deliberately.

Whatever he is, it's a big deal to knock him down.

Chang Ling ran out for a long time, only to breathe a sigh of relief, distracted to check his own situation.

The benefits of condensing spiritual power into liquid had already been experienced by her during the runaway just now.

Its own consumption has become smaller.