"Cough cough cough ......" A mouthful of blood spit out, Xiong Lin coughed again and again, and it took a long time to calm his breath, and then he looked up at the surrounding environment.

This is a four-five-zhang sized wing, about two zhang high, and the four walls are a kind of black wooden wall. The room is not big, there is a wooden window on the south side, there is a black wooden table under the window, there is an incense burner on the table, one of the incense burners has almost burned out, a faint fragrance, diffused in the room.

On the north side, against the wooden wall, there was a wooden bed, on which Xiong Lin was lying at this time, and there was an indigo quilt on his body. It's just that Xiong Lin sprayed a mouthful of blood on it, as if a blood-colored plum blossom bloomed.

"Where is this?" Xiong Lin had some doubts in his heart, and instinctively wanted to probe out his spiritual sense and check the surrounding situation.

"Ah...... hiss...... "Just a movement of his spiritual sense, Xiong Lin only felt a sharp pain coming from the depths of his mind, as if his soul had been torn apart.

"What's going on?" Xiong Lin was shocked, and hurriedly looked inward and looked into his mind.

In the depths of the mind, the soul dwells. Xiong Lin looked inward, only to see that outside his soul, he didn't know when there was an extra round of cyan aperture.

The cyan aperture exudes a misty blue light, like a tight spell, locking his soul to death.

Xiong Lin tentatively sent out his spiritual sense, and as soon as his soul moved, he immediately saw that the cyan aura of blue light was blooming, and the misty blue light seemed to turn into a green thorn, piercing directly into the soul.

Immediately, a sharp pain came out of his soul, making Xiong Lin hold his head in both hands, and he had to disperse his spiritual sense, and his soul did not dare to move a little.

"Is this the green soul's means?" Xiong Lin instantly thought of the origin of this cyan aperture in his heart, the cyan aperture did not attack the soul, but trapped the soul to death, so that Xiong Lin's soul could not move a bit, and the spiritual sense could not be detected out of the body!

Psychic consciousness cannot reach out of the body. This is equivalent to Xiong Lin's cultivation being wasted by more than half!

Manipulate artifacts, spells, arrays, and symbols...... Perhaps, only close-quarters martial arts, spiritual consciousness can be used without probing out of the body.

Come to think of it. Xiong Lin's face couldn't help but become extremely bitter. If the cyan aperture surrounding the soul is not removed, his own cultivation will be considered useless.

If you don't have spiritual sense, how can you make the natal golden bell? How can you perceive the two ritual forbidden in the Great Thousand Mirrors? How can you burn the treasure forbidden in the natal golden bell?

"Take ......" took a deep breath, Xiong Lin suppressed the irritability in his heart, and at this time, the irritability was useless. It's better to find a way to break this cyan aperture.

If the cyan aperture that traps the soul is not broken, Xiong Lin's life will be over!

"Break the cyan aperture...... Either figure it out by yourself or find someone to help......" Xiong Lin tried to calm his mind and began to think.

"Let's not talk about finding a way for yourself...... If you find someone to help, as long as Jin Le's seniors are willing to help, it should be no problem!" Xiong Lin thought in his heart, after all, that Qing Soul was only a Yuan Infant Cultivator. Even if the soul attack method is weird, can it still stop the true monarch of the gods?

Thinking of this, Xiong Lin finally breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that the cyan aura that trapped his soul would not be able to break, and there was no hope for the immortal path in this life. Now that he has a way out, he has also put most of his heart down.

"However, I still have to think of a way to break this cyan aperture first, if there is really no way. Go back and ask Jin Le's seniors for help......" Xiong Lin's mood was already a little calm at this time, and he also had a plan in his heart.

Continuing to look inward, Xiong Lin put his attention into the depths of his mind again, his soul was trapped by the cyan aura, and there was no way to do it for the time being. Xiong Lin focused his attention on the compass phantom hovering in his mind.

Previously, the first soul attack of the green soul was blocked by the compass phantom, Xiong Lin didn't know why the compass phantom didn't block this cyan aperture this time?

"Isn't there no threat of soul annihilation, and the compass phantom won't stop it?" Xiong Lin could only guess one or two.

The compass is illusory, entrenched in the mind. Just above the soul of Xionglin. Slowly swirling, sprinkling a trace of icy jade-colored light. Some of those ice jade-colored filaments were integrated into the soul, and some were integrated into the body, although they didn't feel any benefit for a while. But over time, after a long period of training, it will undoubtedly be of great benefit to Xiong Lin's soul and body.

Xiong Lin looked at the slowly rotating compass phantom, thinking in his heart if he could take the initiative to urge this compass phantom to break the cyan aperture.

"It's just how to urge it?" Xiong Lin looked at the compass phantom, only feeling that he didn't know where to start, "Use the True Yuan Spiritual Sense?"

True Yuan, Xiong Lin can't put True Yuan into his mind now. And the spiritual sense, because the soul is trapped, cannot be detected at all. In this case, there is no way to start!

"Psis! Psis...... Why hadn't you thought about taking the initiative to use your spiritual sense to try it out to see if you could make the compass phantom?" Xiong Lin secretly regretted in his heart.

"Squeak ......" was when Xiong Lin was helpless and felt helpless, suddenly there was a sound of the door shaft turning, Xiong Lin opened his eyes in his heart, and looked at the location of the door of the wing.

Sure enough, the black wooden door of the wing room had been pushed open at this time, and it was a little Taoist boy about ten years old who walked in, with a round face, delicate and cute, wearing a blue Taoist robe, combing a small Taoist bun on his head, and holding a brown long incense stick in his hand.

Xiao Daotong pushed the door in, and when he saw Xiong Lin sitting on the wooden bed, he couldn't help but be stunned, and then reacted, with a surprised smile on his face, and said, "You're awake!"

Xiong Lin nodded, smiling the same way, just about to speak. Suddenly, the little Taoist boy was startled, almost jumped up, and ran out reflexively, and said as he ran: "Ah...... I'll go tell the master to ......."

"Wait ......" Xiong Lin opened his mouth, but finally didn't say anything, thinking of such a child, he couldn't ask anything, so let's wait for his master to come.

Thinking of this, Xiong Lin lifted the quilt on his body, turned over and got out of bed.

I don't know how long I slept, Xiong Lin only felt that his muscles and muscles were sore, and he stretched his waist, legs and arms, and a series of explosions sounded all over his body.

Accompanied by the sound of explosion, Xiong Lin only felt as if there were countless small currents rushing through his body, sour and numb. I couldn't help but take a deep breath, walk and swing my fist, and began to practice the Dingjun Hammer Fist method in the room.

"Huhu ......" dragon and tiger step, the fist wind is agitated, and after a routine, Xiong Lin finally loosened the sore muscles and muscles of the whole body, and felt that the whole body was extremely transparent and hearty.

"Xiu ......" retracted his fist, and Xiong Lin spit out arrows in one breath.

Immediately, I suddenly realized it, turned my head to look at the door, and saw that an old Taoist priest with a crane hair and a childish face was already standing there.

The soul was trapped, the spiritual sense could not be detected outside the body, and even the spiritual sense was much weaker, Xiong Lin did not find out about the other party's arrival at the first time.

The old Taoist priest had his white hair combed into a Taoist bun, wearing a black Taoist robe, and when he saw Xiong Lin's eyes, he immediately saluted and said: "Immeasurable Tianzun, poor Dao Xuanlingzi, I have seen Taoist friends!"

Xiong Lin returned the salute, reported his name and said, "Xiong Lin has seen Xuanlingzi Daoyou. ”

Although his spiritual sense was much weaker, Xiong Lin could still see that Xuan Lingzi in front of him was also a foundation building monk.

"Thank you Daoyou for saving my next life!" Xiong Lin said with another salute.

Xuan Lingzi shook his head with a smile when he heard the words and said, "It's just a gesture, the disciples of Guanzhong found Daoyou on the bank of the river at the foot of the mountain, so they brought Daoyou back. ”

"Riverside?" Xiong Lin was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "May I ask Xuan Lingzi Daoist, where is this?"

Xuan Lingzi smiled and said: "This is the Xuanzhen Temple, located on the Xuanyang Peak on the bank of the Qingming River!"

"Qingmingjiang?" Xiong Lin was stunned.

He knows this Qingming River, speaking of which its source is on the Liangzhou Wanqi Plateau, flows into Laizhou and joins another big river, the Huangsha River, and finally flows into the sea in the east.

Thinking of this, Xiong Lin suddenly moved in his heart and asked, "Is this not Laizhou?"

Xuan Lingzi smiled slightly when he heard this, nodded and said, "It seems that Daoyou is really not a Laizhou monk. ”

"Is it really Laizhou?" Xiong Lin couldn't believe it, he was in a coma, how could he go from Liangzhou to Laizhou?

Although, he has long had plans to go out of Liangzhou and travel the world, but he hasn't thought about where to go for a while, and the original intention is to wait for next year to see where the third hexagram of the treasure hunt points to, and then decide where to go.

But I didn't expect that this time I left Liangzhou in a daze and arrived in Laizhou.

"It's a pity that the first time I went out of Liangzhou, I actually came out in a coma, and I don't know how to get to Laizhou......" Xiong Lin sighed in his heart.

"Hmm...... Wait a minute...... Coma...... "Xiong Lin remembered what happened before he fell unconscious, and suddenly reacted, I am afraid that it was the Emperor of the Earth who took him to Laizhou.

Thinking of Rehmannia, Xiong Lin immediately sensed it, and found that the Earth Emperor seemed to have collapsed again, and was re-conceived in the Earth Emperor's robe. Moreover, this time the disintegration seemed to be even more serious, Xiong Lin couldn't even sense the spirit of the Earth Emperor.

"Daoyou?" Xuan Lingzi couldn't help but call out when he saw that Xiong Lin didn't speak for a long time.

"Ah......" Xiong Lin was startled, looked up and saw Xuan Lingzi's puzzled face, and couldn't help but apologize and said, "I'm sorry, I just thought of something, and I was fascinated by it." ”

Xuan Lingzi nodded, glanced at Xiong Lin up and down again, and said: "When Daoyou was in a coma before, Poor Dao had checked Daoyou's injury, and it didn't seem to be wrong, at most, it was just a little concussion in the inner abdomen, and seeing that Daoyou was boxing just now, it should be fine......"

Xiong Lin nodded when he heard this, this time his body was really not injured much, he woke up just now and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he was basically healed. The reason why he fell unconscious was all because of the trauma of the soul.

Despite this, Xiong Lin thanked again: "Thank you!"

Xuan Lingzi smiled and shook his hand, then frowned and said, "It's just that there are no injuries, and Daoyou is still in a coma for many days......"

Speaking of this, Xuan Lingzi seemed to hesitate and asked, "If the poor Dao is not wrong, could it be that the soul of the Daoist friend has been injured?"

When Xiong Lin heard this, his brows furrowed.

Seeing this, Xuan Lingzi hurriedly waved his hand and said, "If it's inconvenient for Daoyou, forget it!"

Xiong Lin breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head and said, "There's nothing that can't be said...... It was indeed the soul that was wounded, so he fell into a coma. ”

Xuan Lingzi nodded and looked at Xiong Lin. I only heard Xiong Lin continue: "It's not the Laizhou monks, but the Liangzhou monks ......" (to be continued......