Things don't always follow people's will, and destiny is not determined by God.
The light emitted by the jade pendant not only makes people feel warm physically, but also warms up the insecure heart.
Song Wan slowly followed behind her master. The journey was particularly hard because she was not only exhausted physically, but also mentally. She knew that neither Master nor Senior Ouyang could see her, so she had to be extra careful.
I don’t know if it was the jade pendant that played a role or something else, but nothing bothered me along the way.
Although the journey was safe, Song Wan felt even more depressed. She always felt that something was staring at her, and it was getting closer and closer. Just this kind of coercion made her unable to muster the courage to resist. On the other hand, Master and Senior Ouyang
They all look calm and composed. Are they unable to feel it, or are they confident?
After walking a few more steps, the clear water in front of me stopped.
"Let's rest here for a while." He said, took out a blanket, threw it on the soft ground, and sat down on the spot.
No one said anything, they just meditated quietly.
I don't know how long it took, but Songwan heard a rustling sound. Thinking of where this place was, Songwan hurriedly opened her eyes.
Fortunately, Master and the others had woken up. She woke up A Peng. A Peng opened his eyes wide in surprise. I don’t know when it turned into blood red. I don’t know how long the jade pendant on his body can last. Just look at these pairs of blood red.
There are no less than a hundred charms hidden in the mist, which is really a headache.
Charm, although its attack power is low, can make people sink into the inner world without waking up. If the person's spiritual power cannot be replenished, it will slowly dry up, and then the physical body will dry up and die.
This is not the most terrifying thing. According to legend, in places where a large number of demons gather, sprites with inherent negative emotions will be produced due to the gathering of yin energy.
Ghosts are ghosts in the underworld that are one level higher than ghosts. Since ghosts and ghosts only have instinctive fighting consciousness and innate negative emotions, they are a headache for princes even in the underworld.
They are not afraid of death and can go on and on. Although they have no thinking ability, their innate fighting consciousness makes them dangerous. Those in groups are even more avoidable, just like how many ants kill an elephant. No matter how powerful they are, they are not afraid of death.
People can't stand long-term consumption.
Songwan looked around worriedly and found that the master was turning a blind eye to them.
"Master~"
"It'll be okay," Qingshui comforted Songwan.
Seeing her master standing firmly in front of her, Songwan felt inexplicably relieved.
The surrounding circle was slowly shrinking, and Qing Shui could not see any movement. Suddenly, a bright light shot into the sky in his hand, and a silver ripple spread quickly around Qing Shui. Song Wan felt that the silver light swept over her body, and a warm breath came over her.
spread.
"This is a spell that specifically targets Yin objects and does no harm to the existence of Yang bodies." Qing Shui explained.
Songwan naturally knew that Master would not harm her.
As the ripples spread, the surrounding red mist slowly opened up, and soon the surrounding area returned to its original clarity.
Just as a pair of red eyes opened, an angry roar came from the mountain. This sound seemed to be able to penetrate people's souls, making Song Wan feel in a trance, and Apeng staggered and almost fell down.
Qing Shui and Ouyang Jingsong looked at each other and saw clearly in each other's eyes that there was indeed some magic in this mountain.
"According to legend, those people who entered the mountains were treated as snacks by these monsters and monsters? Probably not. Let's continue walking." Qing Shui said that if he continued walking, no one would object.
After walking for more than an hour, the sky was gradually getting dark. Qing Shui asked everyone to camp on the spot and spend the night here.
In a large tent, Song Wan lay down in front of a jade table. Song Wan held her chin in her hands and stared blankly ahead. "Master, I don't think there is any sense of security in this place, but why?"
Is there no way out?" Song Wan was very depressed.
Song Wan saw her master getting up and going outside. He used forty-nine pieces of yellow jade to create a large formation within the five-cloth area around the tent. However, this formation was just a protective formation.
"Master, why are you so cautious today?" This time, Apeng, who was as bored as a gourd, asked.
"This place is very evil and makes me feel unsafe, especially since our consciousness is blocked here. It's better to take more precautions. As a teacher, I always have a hunch that things won't be peaceful here at night." He didn't wait until he finished speaking.
When people asked questions, he closed his eyes and meditated.
After hearing what the master said, Apeng also sat down and meditated. Ouyang Jingsong lay sprawled on the blanket and was already snoring. Songwan couldn't sleep alone, so she hugged Rongrong and continued to ravage her, rubbing the poor velvet.
The velvet kept squeaking.
Feng Lin Snake has been restless since arriving in this mountain, and now he is in a daze with dull eyes.
Songwan hugged the Four-legged Snake, and she didn't know if she was talking to herself or to the Four-legged Snake. Anyway, the Four-legged Snake didn't seem to be listening, and she chattered for a while, and Songwan didn't know.
When did I fall asleep?
I don’t know how long it took, but Song Wan was awakened by a loud noise. She saw that everyone around her was already awake, "Master, what happened?"
"It's nothing." Qing Shui didn't want Songwan to worry.
At this time, Fenglin Snake jumped in from outside the tent. It looked frightened and started to gesture with its hands and feet again. Its ruby-like eyes were wide open and pointed outside the tent. Qingshui looked at the four-legged snake's gestures.
Qingshui quickly stepped out of the tent and took a breath of air when he saw the scene outside.
The boundless bright red like blood, the red mist is like a wave coming from the horizon, and my small tent is like a small boat on the cusp of the storm, teetering on the edge.
Qing Shui returned to the tent, his face turning green and white. Ouyang Jingsong also went out to take a look. When he came back, his face became even more ugly. Song Wan didn't know why, so she also rushed out "Ah~"
Before he finished calling, Qing Shui had already pulled him back. "Stay here, don't go out."
"Master, you..." Before Song Wan could finish speaking, Qing Shui had already left everyone behind and stepped out of the tent.
"Master" Song Wan wanted to follow him out, but was stopped by Ouyang Jingsong.
"Stay here, I'll go." After saying this, Song Wan rushed out without waiting for her reaction.
Song Wan saw that she and Apeng were the only ones left in the tent, and had no choice but to stay.
"Brother Apeng, I hate it so much. It seems like we are burdensome to follow Master." Song Wan looked annoyed.
"How could it be? Didn't you help Senior Ouyang during the day? But I am of no use at all." Apeng's expression was full of tenderness.
"Let's wait here for Master to come back." After saying that, Song Wan sat on the floor and began to meditate.
Strangely enough, during this meditation, it seemed that everything outside was quiet, and even the sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling could not be heard.
Slowly, Song Wan felt that her feelings were getting clearer and clearer, her consciousness began to spread outward, and she saw a silver-white figure among the blood-red outside.
"That's the master, right?" Thinking like this, Song Wan wanted to catch that figure, but she couldn't do it no matter what.
She also saw Ouyang Jingsong, including her brother A Peng and Lan Lan in the tent, and it felt like her soul was flying.
She saw a group of black mist mixed with red mist slowly approaching Qingshui behind Qingshui. "Master didn't seem to notice it," she began to panic.
The more nervous she became, the more desperately she wanted to tell Master, the further she felt the distance between her and Master grew. Slowly, she remembered the calming mantra taught by Master.
With her hands like butterflies spreading their wings, Song Wan performed a hand trick, slowly fell into trance, and returned to the battlefield again.
It was like being immersed in the scene, this time she could even hear the sounds of fighting clearly, and the things around her seemed to be ignoring her and not being seen at all.
She slowly approached Qing Shui, and just as she was approaching Qing Shui, the black shadow also arrived, and accelerated towards Qing Shui. Song Wan was anxious for a while, and she pointed her right hands together into a sword, and a colorful burst of Qi suddenly appeared.