What is this?

Yu Ling's pupils shrank. At first glance, the blood-red monster looked not far from humans, but it was on all fours, with countless faces of men, women, and young and old on its face. The extremely ferocious bloody mouth also drooled from time to time, which looked particularly disgusting and terrifying.

"Finally, there are many different kinds of monsters in addition to the evil spirits, and they often come in groups." Bei Ran tightly held the long sword and looked extremely solemn: "If it really doesn't work, we will withdraw first."

"Roar--"

The blood-red monster roared to the sky, and its kind came out from behind, with strong greed and evil spirits in their eyes, and the faces of men and women were wailing silently.

"There is actually a Guyuan realm..." Bei Ran took a light breath, feeling that this was beyond their ability.

He winked at Yu Ling and quickly spoke: "Let's break through first, right? Otherwise, if you stay for a long time, these monsters will only gather more and more."

"Wait a little longer..." Yu Ling narrowed his eyes slightly. His soul power had penetrated into the soul sea of ​​a monster. He found that it did not have independent and complete mind at all, but was controlled by an unknown existence!

"Come out for me!"

Yin Shen is best at this kind of thing, and he easily follows the clues and captures the breath of the manipulator behind him.

"Chi——"

A blood-red evil spirit was suddenly pulled out and made an extremely harsh and sharp sound.

"Huh? I caught a big guy? Let the bottle suppress it!" Yin Shen became timid in seconds, and escaped under the white bottle without saying a word.

Yu Ling's eardrum stinged, and the entire soul sea shook three times. The blood-red evil spirit had the strength of the Realm Soul Realm, and the resentment condensed on his body was so strong that it quickly turned into substance.

Yu Ling didn't care about criticizing Yin Shen's unreliability, so he quickly triggered the white bottle and swept over a piece of white light like a sea of ​​tides, directly submerging the blood-red evil spirit.

"Cry!"

The evil spirit screamed and struggled to rush towards Yu Ling, with a ferocious resentment and madness on his face.

But a few dozen meters away from Yuling, the blood-red evil spirit had been vaporized into a ball of red smoke. Even the bright red soul silk was rapidly purified under the white light, washing all impurities.

"The bottle is still great!" Yin Shen wiped a cold sweat that did not exist.

Yu Ling couldn't help but sarcastically said, "Didn't you say that you can easily handle all evil spirits in the True Soul Realm?"

"Oh, that's what I said, but this evil spirit is not an ordinary evil spirit. The resentment index on its body exceeds the standard, so it cannot be measured by exception!" Yin Shen hurriedly argued.

Yu Ling was too lazy to argue with him, so she directly pulled the purified soul silk over.

During the absorption and digestion process, many messy memory fragments poured into Yu Ling's mind. He browsed them habitually, trying to find clues about Murong Xin'er. Even before, he often ended in failure.

But this time, the situation is a little different.

Yu Ling suddenly captured Murong Xiner's figure from countless mottled pictures, and there was a middle-aged man wearing a simple robe beside her.

The two seemed to be facing the siege of countless evil spirits and monsters, but the man easily killed the general with a long sword. He was holding a turbid white bead in his left hand. Even the evil spirits in the Realm Soul Realm would be sucked into the bead without any resistance.

The only thing that escaped from the middle-aged man was this blood-red evil spirit, but it eventually fell into Yu Ling's hands.

"Master, you are so awesome!"

In the picture, Murong Xin'er looked at the man with a long face, her eyes as innocent as a child who was ignorant of the world.

"Let's go. My master will definitely help you find the Dream-Devouring Beast and restore your memory!" The middle-aged man put his sword in the sheath, leaving only the monster corpses on the ground.

The picture ends here.

Yu Ling couldn't help but feel a little dazed. When did Murong Xin'er have an extra master? Why have you never heard her mention it?

Moreover, this middle-aged man... is very strong and mysterious. He seems to be protecting Murong Xin'er all the way, but who knows whether he has any malice?

Yu Ling felt that the five kinds of flavors were mixed. Although Murong Xin'er was not in danger of life for the time being, he was still a little worried. It would be better to find her earlier to ask clearly.

"What are you in a daze?" Beiran's voice recalled Yu Ling's dispersed thoughts.

Yu Ling noticed that his soul power had increased sharply again. Although he was still at the peak of Soul Condensation, he was enough to compete with the soul master in the late stage of Soul Sculpting.

"Are these monsters manipulated by the blood-red evil spirit? As soon as it dies, all the monsters explode themselves." Bei Ran pointed to the colorful disgusting mucus all over the ground.

"Maybe there are similar evil spirits behind every group of monsters." Yu Ling pondered.

"What a strange place." Bei Ran spread her hands: "It seems like I've been playing soy sauce all the way, thank you for your hard work."

Yu Ling said indifferently: "If you really want to thank me, why do you think you can inexplicably attack me when you were Fengbangxing before."

"Well... I can't say it clearly, it has nothing to do with Jiuchen Sect anyway." Beiran carefully avoided the mucus on the ground.

Yu Ling simply ignored him and just walked forward with big strides.

Seeing that he did not ask questions, Beiran felt a little embarrassed and couldn't help but speak carefully: "You really can't guess?"

"I'm following your bodyguard's meaning, you have a grudge against the Yuanling clan." Yu Ling no longer conducted meaningless temptations and decided to open the skylight and speak loudly.

"You know everything, what else is there to ask?" Bei Ran curled her lips.

"So you are from the Dao Ling tribe?" Yu Ling spoke suddenly.

"Uh?" Bei Ran seemed to be stunned for a moment, opened her eyes slightly, looking very surprised.

His reaction did not seem to be a fake, and Yu Ling immediately overturned his previous guess. And from a sense, the Dao Ling people that Yu Ling saw in the memory illusion were indeed very different from Bei Ran.

"Well... whatever you say is what you want." Bei Ran quickly reacted and returned to a calm expression.

"You have your secret, I don't plan to ask the bottom of it. I just want to know, when this Xiaoer Cliff is out, will your bodyguard still insist on chasing me?" Yu Ling said lightly.

"I'm afraid yes." Bei Ran said honestly: "But if I can really leave here, I owe you a favor. If Mr. Yin attacks you, I will stop him."

Yu Ling was silent for a while and suddenly said, "Actually, I have never been to the Daoyu Galaxy."

Beiran paused, stared at Yu Ling's back in a daze, and faintly understood what he meant, but he felt incredible.

No matter what, after such a semi-open and honest conversation, the relationship between the two eased a lot, especially Beiran's soy sauce that she played all the way, and she couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.

"How long will we go?" Beiran asked for a question for some time.

Before he knew it, six days passed, Yu Ling's traveling speed became slower and slower, but in the end he was still closer to the center of the Soul Power Domain Field little by little, but the surrounding scenery did not change at all, making this itinerary look particularly monotonous and boring.

"It should be here tomorrow or the day after tomorrow." Yu Ling's soul sea had already expanded to its limit, and she could not digest and absorb the excess soul power, so all the soul silks harvested in the past two days were divided equally with the Yin Shen.

These two guys have gained the greatest benefit. Ying said that they have broken through to the next level, and Yin Shen has also practiced to the peak of soul shaping like a rocket. According to this speed, the realm of the world soul is not that far away.

Seeing others making rapid progress, Yu Ling could only feel deeply helpless about the Taoist Original Art. Who knows how to break through the next level of the realm, and that is the watershed of the Taoist realm. He doesn't even touch the feeling of Taoist rhyme at all now.

"Ziziz--"

A strange sound suddenly sounded around, as light as a whisper of a night worm.
Chapter completed!