"Click" is the sound of blood falling on the pavement.

Chang Ling reacted at this time, the ice pick was still nailed in his body before, and somehow, the surrounding environment was quite hot, but the ice pick did not show any signs of melting.

She sighed softly, walked into what appeared to be an inn, barely wiped the dust from a room, sat on the bed with the smell of decay, and jerked out an ice pick.

Blood is dripping thinly

She picked a lot of herbs that could stop bleeding in the woods before and put them in the storage jade pendant, but she didn't expect it to come in handy again in less than a day.

She crushed the herbs in the palm of her hand without changing her face, and pasted it on the huge wound a little bit, and a little coolness came from the wound.

Chang Ling exhaled a long breath, leaned on the bed frame beside him, and closed his eyes gently.

The wound ran through her body, and she couldn't lie on the bed, but it was just this kind of rest, which made her quite happy.

Soon, she entered a complicated dream.

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

When Chang Ling opened his eyes again, the sky outside was already pitch black, and in the dark night, this silent city looked even more eerie.

Especially the bones that can be seen everywhere make Chang Ling dare not even go out of the door.

Even if she has embarked on the road of cultivation for only three years, she has not been out of the sect of 'the door does not go out of the second door and does not step out', although the big competition has also seen blood, but the most fierce competitions she fell asleep.

It was the first time she had faced so many bones, and it was conceivable that she might have to live here for the next month.

Chang Ling, who woke up, was not idle, she took out the illustrated book of medicinal materials assigned to her disciples before entering the secret realm, and carefully flipped through it.

Of course, the whispers of the falling moon are indispensable in my ears.

"What kind of thing is this painting, it's wrong at first glance, isn't this a mistake!"

"Ah, you say this thing is called Xuanyu Grass? This is obviously Lingyu Grass! Can the person who painted this thing grow a snack, refining pills or something, and eating dead people!"

.........

The next day, under the guidance of the falling moon, she left the city from the other direction to find the Xuan Soul Grass.

Different from other spirit grasses that are quite common in the Heavenly Mystery Realm, the Xuan Soul Grass is also an extremely rare spirit grass in the ancient period when the spiritual energy is abundant, and the requirements for the growth environment are extremely harsh.

Fortunately, it is not far from this empty city, if you go faster, you can return to this city to rest after picking the soul grass at night.

Beyond the city, there was a large wilderness, and the grass was withered and yellow on the ground, shrouded in a hazy mist, and the smell was quite unpleasant.

This mist is naturally poisonous, but it is not fatal, and there are spiritual grasses in the secret realm that can cure such a slight poison.

The top priority is to hurry up and find the Soul Grass.

The Soul Grass grows in the easternmost part of the secret realm, bathing in the rising sun every day, but the surrounding environment required for growth is extremely cold, and it requires a large number of souls to be crushed and constantly cultivated.

The so-called living soul is the soul of a person who is still alive after leaving the body, thinking of this, Chang Ling couldn't help but think of that strange city...... I don't know if there is any connection between the two.

The spiritual grass cultivated in such a vicious way is a rare thing that greatly replenishes the soul of the monk, and when the ancient aura is abundant, I am afraid that many people's lives are used to cultivate all kinds of treasures.