In the eyes of the truly powerful, the difference between reality and fantasy may be just a thought.

Chang Ling couldn't help but shrink again.

After Bai Wu led Chang Ling around Wuliang Mountain, he seemed to be a little ashamed that he couldn't show his friends more interesting things, so he threw a bunch of storage magic weapons in front of Chang Ling.

They were all left behind by the monks who had died at the hands of the White Mist.

As an innate creature born and nurtured by heaven and earth, Bai Wu does not need to practice, he just needs to keep living to continuously gain strength.

As for the battle, he couldn't use spiritual power like a monk, and naturally he couldn't control the monk's magic weapon formation, etc., so those treasures that were cherished by countless monks were not as interesting as the toys of mortal children when they came to him.

There were too many people who died at his hands, and even the storage artifacts were piled up all over the mountains and fields.

Over the years, he has also discarded it outwardly.

After looking at the things that Bai Wu took out casually and listening to his complaints, Chang Ling's face froze.

She wouldn't easily covet other people's treasures, but what was delivered to her ......

Bai Mist looked at her interested, thinking that the possession of human bloodline should also be able to use these things, and in addition to envy in his heart, he still did not hesitate to throw these things to her.

Bai Wu has lived for too long, although he can only leave the Jindan Yuan Infant Realm monks at most in recent years, but before, there were still many Mystic Law Realm monks.

Chang Ling opened a few storage artifacts at random, reluctantly recognized the things placed in them, and couldn't help but gasp.

She looked up and was about to say something, but found that she had followed the white mist and unconsciously walked back to his residence.

It should be a place to live.

It was an extremely delicate cave that had been arranged, and the last time Chang Ling saw such a gorgeous and exquisite scene, it seemed that he was still in Hongyan City.

White Mist casually walked in and came out with a plate full of milky white fruits.

He shoved handfuls into his mouth, his teeth chewing haphazardly, making a creaking sound.

He stretched out his hand and handed the plate to Chang Ling, and said vaguely, "Eat!"

Chang Ling subconsciously reached out and pinched one, but her hand passed directly through the milky white fruit.

This......

"Chang Ling, this is a soul crystal!" Ah Bi's voice came with some excitement.

"Soul crystal?" is another term I haven't heard before.

Abi just wanted to explain, but after thinking about Chang Ling's temperament, he swallowed back the words that came to his mouth.

The soul crystal contains an extremely rich and pure divine soul power, and the monk can directly absorb the power of the divine soul from the soul crystal to enhance his divine soul in the same way that he absorbs spiritual power from the spirit stone.

But this thing that looks crystal cute is not so easy to be born.

Unlike the spirit stones that were born from the gathering of spiritual energy between heaven and earth, each soul crystal came from a living monk.

After extracting all the monk's thoughts, wills, and memories, the purest power left behind.

In the past, when a monk cultivated the divine soul, he did not think about directly devouring the divine soul of others to enhance his own path, but a person's previous consciousness and memory would become a great obstacle.

And the soul crystal is a perfect product.

It's just that condensing the soul crystal is another extremely difficult and cruel process, and Abi can't say what it is.

If she told Chang Ling the source of the soul crystal, she would most likely not use it.

However, this kind of spiritual object, which almost only appears in legends, can be encountered but not sought.

Ah Bi didn't explain what the soul crystal was, but said directly: "Chang Ling, you can only pick it up by using the power of the divine soul, and then it will also be taken to the sea of consciousness and handed over to the divine soul to practice like you absorb the spiritual power of the spirit stone, which is of great benefit to your divine soul." ”

Chang Ling did not doubt that he had him, and after he responded, he successfully led a soul crystal to the sea of knowledge according to his instructions.

The figure in the sea crossed its knees, and the white soul crystal floated in the air in front of her.

Little by little, the pure power was drawn into her divine soul, and this kind of 'cultivation' made her feel extremely novel for a while.

Waiting for all this to be completed, she came back to her senses, pointed to the white mist in front of her, and whispered to Abi: "Then how can he make this soul crystal into a look of eating, I thought it was a snack he prepared." ”

The corners of Abi's mouth twitched a little.

Probably because he wanted to be a human too much.

Even though you don't need to eat, you have to act like them.

Also......

Chang Ling didn't ask any more questions, and in the face of Bai Mist's kindness, he also gladly accepted it.

So the two faced each other, one munching heavily, the other smiling lightly, only they knew each other, they were sharing the food like any pair of friends in the mortal world.

Chang Ling's current divine soul is still very weak, at least compared to these soul crystals.

The divine soul who can be selected by the white mist to spend effort to make such a snack is at least a Yuan Infant Realm monk.

Chang Ling hadn't even fully absorbed the energy of a soul crystal, and he felt the feeling of fullness transmitted by his divine soul.

Naturally, a monk cannot be promoted by constantly absorbing spiritual power or soul power, and those who progress with cultivation must also have a state of mind and Taoism.

The two had been chatting here for a long time, and seeing that Chang Ling had reached the upper limit, Bai Wu also turned around and led her into the cave.

Eating these soul crystals was already of little help to him, but he didn't expect it to come in handy here. Thinking of this, the corners of Bai Mist's mouth couldn't help but hook up a smile.

In the mortal world, he often saw close friends get together to share food or watch singing and dancing together, and now that someone is finally willing to share food with him, can they also be regarded as friends?

In fact, he had too much time to kill Chang Ling, and a 'same kind' reason was completely insufficient to support him not to start.

I haven't been able to make a move, probably because I've been too lonely these years.

What's more, after so much time, he has never felt those thick sticky dark emotions on Chang Ling.

It's like the ones that used to be constantly cathartic on him.

Such an insignificant existence, let's raise it by your side first, anyway, it's also interesting and tight.

After so many years, how can he still retain a pure heart.

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

Chang Ling stepped into the entrance of the cave that looked incomparably magnificent from the outside, and when he walked in, he realized how shallow his previous knowledge was.

What is discarded on the ground here at random may be the magic utensils left behind by the monks of the Mystic Law Realm, and on the bed are the rare shark yarn, the hanging curtains, and the cups scattered everywhere......

There are many who can't even name Abi, who has always been well-informed.

When one person and one fox were embarrassed by their shallowness, they couldn't help but think of the falling moon.

If the falling moon is still there, these things must not be able to ask him.

No matter what kind of impure purpose they had, what kind of schemes they had, and even their bloody and cruel past, they had been together for so many years after all.

A much closer relationship than family.

Chang Ling used to go through ancient books often, wanting to see if there was a way to reshape the soul and body......

"Chang Ling, what are you thinking!" Bai Wu interrupted Chang Ling's thoughts rather dissatisfied.

His hand was in mid-air, holding a cup in front of her.

It contains a shiny yellow liquid.

"You're too weak, and I don't know how you can be so weak, but it's really the effect of mortal blood. Seeing her come back to her senses, Bai Wu pouted and said.

"This is something I drink a lot, and it should be of great benefit to you if you drink it. White Mist Nunu mouthed, towards the cup in his hand.

Chang Ling took it from the good and subconsciously drank it in one gulp.

It seems that when he was in Qingzhou, he was in the restaurant with Fu Ning and Gu Siyu, and the three of them handed each other wine and toasted each other.

As soon as this glass of wine entered her stomach, no, it could not be said that it was in her stomach, this glass of wine could not be 'tasted' when it entered her mouth, and the second was to turn into a dazzling light, which suddenly penetrated into her soul.

Chang Ling's soul felt warm for a while.

But with the passage of time, this warmth has not subsided, if the soul has a temperature, then her temperature at this time should be higher and higher.

There was no tendency to stop at all, and soon she felt the boiling of her spirit.

The indescribable pain continued to spread from her soul to the surrounding area.

"Chang Ling, what did you drink just now, how come there is so much divine soul power pouring in!" Abi's voice was eager.

Chang Ling's soul was already a little unconscious under such a scorching, and he couldn't even say complete words, so he could only keep shaking his head.

She doesn't know.

Standing in front of her in the white mist, looking at Chang Ling's face that was constantly changing, he could naturally clearly feel the change in the state of Chang Ling's soul, but what did that have to do with him?

He stood by excitedly, with his arms crossed.

Such a weak divine soul, after drinking a glass of soul liquid in one go, what will it look like?

If there is a high probability, it will still be directly exploded.

It's a pity.

If such an interesting soul had stayed with him, maybe he wouldn't have been so lonely.

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

"Chang Ling!Split the soul!" Ah Bi had never seen such a domineering 'liquid', and even his divine soul seemed to be extremely insignificant in the face of this huge force.

It was the only thing he could think of.

Chang Ling hadn't done soul splitting for a long time, in fact, there was no upper limit to soul splitting, as long as the power of your divine soul was enough to support continuous splitting outward.

And each split soul can also become stronger through cultivation.

With such a huge force, if Chang Ling could persist and continue to divide his soul, no one knew what kind of terrible situation it would reach in the end.

Chang Ling's consciousness was now extremely blurred, and he vaguely heard the word "soul splitting", but he didn't know how to guide it for a while.

She gathered a little consciousness, and was quickly scorched clean by the scorching invisible flame wave.

More and more energy began to rage in her soul.

Seeing this situation on the side, Abi suddenly rushed into Chang Ling's sea of knowledge, and the length of the nine big tails behind the little fox skyrocketed suddenly, and her bright blue eyes stared at Chang Ling in front of her.

He was urging all of his divine soul power to impact their contract, and this was the only way he could think of to try to change Chang Ling's consciousness back.

The only way to break the game is to recall Chang Ling's consciousness back, and then hand over everything that follows to her.

But as soon as Abi's soul touched Chang Ling, it was instantly affected by the heat wave, and the indescribable pain made the little fox's tail stop dancing.

This was only affected a little, so how did Chang Ling, who was tightly surrounded, feel?

Abi gritted her teeth, and a crystal bead appeared in its mouth, and it suddenly stuffed it into Chang Ling's arms.

The bead was instantly steamed into gas.

But at such an instant, Chang Ling, who was constantly fighting, successfully grasped a moment of sober consciousness.

Manipulating a split soul that has turned into a long sword, mercilessly slashing at another split soul.

I don't know if it's because the situation is too urgent, this time the soul split was surprisingly smooth, this sword was accurate and very, and Chang Ling's split soul was instantly divided into two halves.

When they were forced to separate, the edge was about to gradually dissipate, and the huge energy in Chang Ling's body continued to surge towards them.

Soon they were stabilized and condensed, and the most difficult and critical step in the soul splitting 'soul solidification' was completed so easily.

Some of the energy poured into that soul, and Chang Ling's pressure was reduced a little, but she didn't even have the slightest breath for a while.

Concocted in the same way, slashing down sword by sword.

Chang Ling didn't know how many swords he had chopped, so he could only barely glimpse his results from the continuous dissipation of pain.

I don't know how long it took, Chang Ling's soul finally turned from scorching heat to cold, and she collapsed to the ground weakly.

Every sword slash consumed a huge amount of divine soul energy, and although the scorching breath replenished the energy, there was really no way to deal with the exhaustion of Chang Ling's divine soul.

She was so tired.

At the last moment before his consciousness disappeared, Chang Ling glimpsed the crystal light clusters in his sea of consciousness, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously brought a little smile.

Looking at Chang Ling who had fainted in front of him, Bai Wu was also bored with himself, turned around neatly, and returned to his exquisite and soft bed, enjoying everything he couldn't experience at all.

It's been a long time since I've heard a new story.

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

Chang Ling didn't know how long she had been in a coma, and when she opened her eyes again, she was the only one left in the cave.

She didn't dare to act rashly, after all, in this Wuliang Mountain, the white mist could be everything.

Chang Ling felt a pain like a tear in his head.

It was the pain that her Zhihai had endured too much distraction and squeezing.

Looking around, Chang Ling couldn't count how many light clusters there were for a while.

Her joy could not be hidden.