Fang Mingkong stepped on the ground, but he felt that he was stepping on the clouds, which was not safe at all. He had lived in Luo Xiao since he could remember. He had not been to the foot of the mountain several times, let alone now escaping from Luo Xiao so desperately. In his heart, there was no world outside Luo Xiao at all. He really didn't know where he could go after leaving Luo Xiao.

He was confused, but when he suddenly wanted to cast his spells again, he found that the spells he had learned seemed to be hidden in the fog and could no longer be released clearly. The spells and spells that he had remembered were only remembering the previous syllable, but not the next syllable. Some only remembered the middle syllable, while others were blank, as if they had never learned it.

He was panicked and couldn't help but shout, "My spell, my spell is gone."

Yi Yan turned around and looked at him with his empty eyes. Fang Mingkong felt a little fear for no reason, and he whispered again: "There is no spell, I have no spell."

"Don't you know that Luo Xiao was destroyed and your spells would disperse?" Yi Yan asked. This boy who had been carefree and said he was cowardly and was so panicked two years later when he found that his spell had disappeared.

"The third senior brother said, but, how could it be so fast, how could it be gone..."

Fang Mingkong's voice was filled with helplessness and confusion. Yi Yan thought at a moment: "If a practitioner is not firm in his mind, all his cultivation will be like building a tower on the sand, and he will not be able to withstand heavy winds and rains."

"It doesn't matter if the magic is gone. You can practice again. Just think it's just an experience on the road of cultivation." Yi Yan said, and he looked up at the sky. The wind in the dark was filled with chaos and killing. The ubiquitous evil aura was like a deadly poison to Luo Xiao's people.

"Okay, but, why is my spell gone? Why is it gone..." Fang Mingkong looked sobbing, Yi Yan sighed silently in his heart. Yi An next to him suddenly said: "Don't be afraid, I don't have magic, I don't have magic either. I don't have magic. My mother said that I'm not afraid of traveling all over the world with reason."

How could Fang Mingkong listen to Yi An's words? He only said that the word "Spell" is gone.

Yi Yan had no time to enlighten him, so he had to drag him with one hand and walk quickly. After walking for about several miles, Fang Mingkong improved slightly, but he still couldn't walk fast. Yi Yan didn't want to take him to fly into the sky.

Just before, a cold feeling suddenly came into his heart. He knew that danger was coming, and after walking so much, the feeling of coldness on his back was like a tarsal worm. Not only did it not dissipate, but it became even stronger.

He knew that someone was targeting him, maybe he was a person in the temple, or someone who still wanted to take away the soul-catching demon eyes of him, or even someone from the Shushan Sect. He did not forget that he killed the Shushan people, and the Yin-Yang Sword Gourd of Shushan is still in his hands.

He suddenly stopped and said to Yi An and Fang Mingkong: "You go first, I will catch up with you later."

Yi An just looked at Yi Yan, opened his mouth, trying to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything. She probably could guess, because on the way to escape the New Year, whenever someone was caught up, he would let Yi An avoid it first.

But after just a few steps, Yi Yan suddenly called them again. He thought for a while and said, "Now there is nowhere to hide around, and it is not enough to hide it. It is better not to hide it."

"What should I do?" Yi An asked.

Yi Yan looked at Yi Anna's still small but already showing a firm face and asked, "Are you afraid?"

Yi An shook his head and said, "Don't be afraid."

"What if I encounter a monster or a demon cultivator, are you afraid?" Yi Yan continued to ask.

"Not afraid." Yi An answered quickly and directly. Yi Yan couldn't help but smile. Although he didn't know whether Yi An met those ill-intentioned monks or were fake, he was much better than Fang Mingkong's current performance, and his sister was a few years younger than Fang Mingkong.

He thought again: "Practice does not depend on practicing magic, but on cultivating the mind."

Yi Yan thought about this in his mind, and his hand stretched out, and a strange dark golden flame slowly ignited from his index finger. The dark golden flames jumped on his fingertips, slowly condensed into a golden turtle, which exuded a fierce aura.

“Du…”

Yi Yan opened his mouth and let out a light "du" sound, but in the small space it seemed to be broken by his shout. Yi An only felt that the wind was howling around him in the moment, and it was like a giant beast roaring. The whistling sound was like a shout in her heart. Her dirtyness tightened violently, and a fear that surged from her soul attacked. She thought she was about to die, and saw a ferocious and terrifying turtle roaring towards her in her eyes.

At this moment, if Yi An had firmly believed that his brother would not harm him, he would definitely scream and avoid him. However, although she believed in Yi Yan, her instinctive fear would drive her to avoid him, but she did not, the suffocating and fierce terror overwhelmed her.

In just a moment, it was like ten thousand years. Yi Yan pointed out with one point, as if he opened the sky with one point.

Yi An came to his senses and felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart, as if the roughness on the stone surface was worn away.

"It turns out that's the feeling of death."

There are many things that will fade after experiencing them. The same is true for the horror between life and death, but some people will collapse and become timid and timid under that kind of horror. That is because they have not endured the gift from the edge of life and death.

Yi Yan's pointing pointed at Yi An's eyebrows. At this time, there was a little turtle-shaped mark in Yi An's eyebrows, exuding a strange and fierce aura.

This breath can make other practitioners unable to understand Yi An's background for a while. If Yi An can meet a practitioner without fear, then there will be no trouble in a short period of time. At the same time, Yi Yan just now wanted to see if Yi An can withstand the great horror of wandering around the edge of life and death. In Yi Yan's heart, every hesitation of life and death is a rebirth like a complete rebirth. He has experienced it several times, but every experience still makes him feel enlightenment and rebirth.

Yi An still had the illusion of surviving the disaster, but the uneasiness of collapse of his mind did not appear. He knew that Yi An had survived the disaster.

Passing a tribulation may not be a practitioner, but ordinary people can also pass a tribulation.

Life and death experiences, the ups and downs of life, the passing of relatives and friends, these are all spiritual disasters. Only those who dare to face the disasters of life can truly grow up. Maybe they can't feel anything at first, but after spending every time, they will find how young I was before, and they will find that the people who once stood side by side may still be standing still, and are envious of myself at this time. Perhaps the existence I had to look up to before can now say to them calmly: "Hello, I am..."

"Hold this." Yi Yan opened his mouth and squirted, and a stone turtle containing a faint light jumped in his palm and handed it to Yi An, saying, "This stone turtle specializes in devouring people's divine consciousness, and can swallow magic. It is the most strange and difficult to prevent. If you meet a practitioner, just leave your own and be fearless. If someone really wants to make things difficult for you, you must start first. If this Yuanshen stone turtle can be used well, even those with high magic power will be enlightened."

Yi Yan has already integrated a wisp of soul into the stone turtle over the years. If Yi An really used this turtle, then he would definitely know it as soon as possible and could also drive the stone turtle to fight through that wisp of soul, which is the final guarantee for Yi An.

Yi An took the stone turtle, looked at Yi Yan again and said, "I understand, brother, you go, you have to be careful, we have to go and save Ah Xing and Mu Ma."

This is a way for Yi An to express concern and concern. She clearly told Yi Yan that he had nothing to do and he would never die.

Yi Yan smiled, reached out and touched Yi An's head and said, "Don't worry, my brother still has a lot to do, and I'll take you to the Vatican to play."

Yi An nodded with a smile. They all knew that there was a great enemy behind them, but they were able to laugh at this time. Although a large part of the reason was to show each other, whether it was Yi Yan to greet the upcoming enemy or Yi An continued to move towards the dark front, the danger they had to face was the same.

Yi An and Fang Mingkong turned around and left. When they left, Fang Mingkong was still confused and frightened. He didn't want to follow Yi An, and wanted to follow Yi Yan forever. Yi Yan only said one sentence: Someone is coming to kill me later. You may be implicated if you stay here. Then he immediately followed Yi An. He lost his magic and was already confused.

Yi Yan saw Yi An's back disappearing at the corner in front of him, and then he turned toward the dangerous direction in his heart. Just as he set out on the road to meet the danger, a slight whiteness appeared in the east, and a ray of dawn broke through the darkness of dawn.
Chapter completed!