Yang Huoxin appeared on the scene at some unknown time, and with a wave of his sleeves, the powerful profound energy of the Blood Coagulation Realm came out of his body, forcing Yu Ling and Ge Zhonghe to push back several steps each.

"Sir!" Ge Zhonghe saluted quickly.

Yang Huoxin's eyes were a bit strange, and he looked at Yu Ling carefully for a moment, and then he muttered: "Your skills... are very strange, interesting, interesting."

Ge Zhonghe said ashamedly: "This little brother is very skilled. If we continue to fight, I'm afraid I will lose."

"Oh? Do you know why you lost?"

Ge Zhonghe was startled and reflected: "First of all, I underestimated the enemy and tried to knock off his weapon as soon as he came up. Although I gained the upper hand in the first round, from the moment my right hand was paralyzed, I was confused throughout the battle.

I was led away, but little brother Yu got stronger and stronger as he fought, so I couldn't find a chance to make a comeback."

"This is just superficial." Yang Huoxin said calmly.

Ge Zhonghe was stunned for a few seconds, and without waiting for his next words, he fell into thinking.

Yang Huoxin walked straight past Yu Ling and said softly: "If the nature of your skills is leaked, I'm afraid it will attract countless people to fight for it. You should take care of it yourself."

Yu Ling smiled bitterly, but couldn't explain anything. Yang Huoxin must have thought that the Ancient Desolate Jue was magically both strong and soft, with both domineering destructiveness and continuous durability, but in fact... the latter only followed him

It’s related to your bloodline and constitution.

However, Yang Huoxin's conclusion is correct. If the ancient desolate technique of refining energy is exposed to others, Yuling will be in constant trouble in the future.

"Is everyone here?" Yang Huoxin walked to the front of the crowd and asked loudly.

Ge Zhonghe seemed to be the leader among the crowd. After hearing this, he immediately responded: "A total of one hundred and twelve people, everyone is here!"

Yang Zhaoke whispered: "Dad actually got nearly half of the masters. It looks like we are really going to play big this time."

"Since you have nothing to do, you can introduce me to the other seven strong blood coagulation experts in Huangshan on the way." Yu Ling said.

Yu Ling has never been one to sit still and wait for death. If she knows more useful information, she won't have to be in a hurry and be unprepared when the time comes.

"Well, the number one master under Xue Yuankong is called Li Jieyi, and he is also the only strong person in the late stage of blood coagulation in the barren mountain. The next level down is my father. Including him, there are three people in the middle stage of blood coagulation, and the remaining four are all

It's the early stage of coagulation..." Yang Zhaoke introduced them one by one.

While talking, everyone had already left Sanhe City and headed straight for the barren mountain forbidden area. According to Yang Zhaoke's estimation, the fastest they could reach their destination would be tonight.

After all, the barren hills are not that small.

Sure enough, everyone marched at full speed, with three breaks in between, and it was not until midnight that they arrived near the forbidden area.

"Let's take a rest tonight to recuperate, and then go explore the forbidden area tomorrow." Yang Huoxin ordered, and everyone quickly started to set up tents, and at the same time assigned the manpower to take turns to watch the night.

No one dared to trouble Miss Yang to keep vigil in person, so Yu Ling also enjoyed the same treatment and could rest peacefully all night.

Yu Ling quietly settled into a state of calm and recuperated, consolidating the new realm of breakthrough, and Yang Zhaoke did not bother him. After all, she also knew that a fierce battle was coming, and the following days would definitely be full of dangers.

Before we knew it, it was Yin time, four or five o'clock, which is the darkest time before dawn.

Suddenly, a faint flute sound penetrated into Yu Ling's ears, like resentment, admiration, weeping, and complaining. The sad sound lingered, making people feel sad and unable to get rid of it.

Yu Ling's soul sea rippled in waves, and the soul power stirred uneasily, crushing the flute sound, and Yu Ling couldn't help but wake up suddenly.

Fortunately, Huangshan only sealed his soul power in the soul sea instead of completely wiping out all soul power. Otherwise, Yu Ling would definitely be controlled by the sound of the flute soon, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

As soon as she opened her eyes, Yu Ling saw Yang Zhaoke with tears streaming down his face, standing up as if sleepwalking, and unconsciously walking out of the tent, as if controlled by some strange force.

"Yang Zhaoke!" Yu Ling shouted, but she didn't respond and just continued walking in a daze.

Yu Ling was helpless. His soul power was imprisoned in the soul sea. He only had the power to protect himself and could not help Yang Zhaoke break free from control.

But it doesn't make sense. Shouldn't Huangshan's suppression of soul power be treated equally? Who is playing the flute, shouldn't his soul power be affected?

Yu Ling hesitated for a moment, then followed Yang Zhaoke out of the tent, only to find that the surrounding area was quiet, and there was no spectacular scene of everyone "sleepwalking" together.

The marrow cleansing warrior who was keeping vigil at night was asleep, as if he was just sleepy and asleep. He was not summoned by the sound of the flute, and there was nothing abnormal about him. This situation really puzzled Yu Ling.

He is not a particularly curious person, and he also vaguely senses the aura of danger, so he would rather tie Yang Zhaoke here than use her as bait and follow her to find the owner of the flute.

But as soon as Yu Ling took out the rope and tied up Yang Zhaoke, a faint white light came out from her body, and she somehow got out of the rope and continued to move forward.

Yu Ling tried to grab her arm, and the strange white light appeared again, twisting slightly like a slippery loach. Before Yu Ling understood what was going on, Yang Zhaoke had already walked away.

This kind of fact was beyond his comprehension, and it was even more unbelievable than a ghost story.

The sound of this flute can not only summon souls, but also add a layer of white light? Moreover, why is it treated differently, as if Yang Zhaoke is the only one who sleepwalks out?

Yu Ling suddenly thought of something, estimated Yang Zhaoke's traveling speed, and after confirming that she could not go far in a short period of time, she hurried to the tent where Yang Huoxin was.

No matter what kind of supernatural incident you encounter, find an expert to investigate the situation first.

As a result, Yu Ling was stunned when she opened the windproof curtain of the tent.

It was empty inside, and Yang Huoxin had disappeared long ago.

What about people? Such a big living person, who is still a strong man in the middle stage of coagulation, wouldn't suddenly disappear? Even if he is not a soul master, he shouldn't be easily controlled by the sound of the flute.

Yu Ling felt that things were getting weirder and weirder. There seemed to be an invisible black hand stirring in the dark, and a heavy fog wrapped around him, making him passively fall into the whirlpool and unable to see clearly the truth of everything.

However, after a few seconds, Yu Ling calmed down again. He couldn't escape the matter at this point. Instead of passively waiting for death, he might as well follow Yang Zhaoke to see who was causing the trouble!

By the time Yu Ling found Yang Zhaoke again, she had walked to a canyon unconsciously, and through this canyon, she reached the barren mountain forbidden area.

Is it the sound of the flute coming from the forbidden area?

Yu Ling was slightly surprised, her profound energy had reached its peak, and she cautiously looked at the dark night around her, as if an unknown monster would pounce out at any moment.

After passing through this canyon, Yu Ling felt that the surrounding scene was distorted and shaking, and then a brand new world appeared in front of him.

White fog, vast white fog, no ancients can be seen in front of me, and no newcomers can be seen behind.

Why is there nothing? There must be a way, right? Yu Ling looked left and right in confusion.

Suddenly, a winding gravel road appeared at his feet, hanging in the sky in this vast white world. The white mist surged beside the road and was boundless. He didn't know what the consequences would be if he stepped out.

Yu Ling would only encounter such a strange sight when dreaming.
Chapter completed!