How many times does a normal person have to die in the world of cultivation?

Li Xiaoxiao put away his sword and stood, his eyes sweeping across the debris on the ground. Suddenly he noticed that the monster's corpse was emitting a faint green fluorescence and was rapidly melting away.

Ling Nanyan jumped onto her shoulder, and her wet triangular beak suddenly turned to the northwest: "The smell has changed, it smells like grass and trees."

Before he could finish his words, the ground suddenly cracked into spider-web-like patterns, and inky black mist surged and engulfed the horizon.

Li Xiaoxiao's pupils suddenly shrank - there were countless glowing fragments floating in the mist, and some of them were the familiar scenes of the Qiankun Realm to her.

As her fingertips touched a piece of drifting maple leaf fragment, the whole wasteland suddenly trembled violently, and the distant horizon was slowly torn apart like a piece of cloth, revealing the dark red sky like clotted blood behind the crack.

"The space barrier is peeling off." Ling Nanyan grabbed her collar tightly with her front web, "It's like... someone is cutting open the interface with a knife outside."

Li Xiaoxiao suddenly remembered the last scene before he fell into coma, and his pupils shrank suddenly - that person was not dead!

A figure was vaguely visible in the dust after the explosion.

Just then she felt a chill on the back of her neck, and subconsciously swung her knife back, but only hit the air.

But the feeling of someone pinching the back of my neck with fingertips became more and more obvious.

Li Xiaoxiao opened the all-round view but found nothing.

She could only raise her hands to cover the back of her neck.

At this moment, Ling Nanyue, who was holding her tightly, screamed. Li Xiaoxiao looked down, but she was nowhere to be seen!

Li Xiaoxiao shouted anxiously: "Nan Yan! Ling Nan Yan! Where are you?"

But no one answered, and there was silence all around.

She turned around suddenly, only to see that a hexagram magic circle had appeared where she had just stood, with half a blood-stained bell embedded in the center of the circle.

The mist suddenly condensed into substance and turned into thousands of tiny needles that stabbed towards him.

Li Xiaoxiao swung his sword to create a semicircular light shield. He caught a glimpse of black liquid oozing out of the magic circle, outlining a vague human figure on the ground.

When the first drop of black blood splashed onto the sword, she heard that familiar voice—not in her ear, but directly in her sea of ​​consciousness: "Xiaoxiao, don't touch those fragments... They are devouring your soul."

It was Ling Nanyue's voice, but it was more hoarse and trembling than ever before.

Li Xiaoxiao suddenly felt a burning sensation on his wrist. He looked down and saw that the mark of the contract that had been reinforced by Ling Nanyue's spiritual blood was getting hot. The golden blood oozing from the lines actually drew a simple map in the air.

Ling Nanyan, who had disappeared, suddenly appeared and bit her earlobe: "Look to the right! Those fragments are coming together... Is it a portal?"

In the bloody sky on the other side of the crack, countless fragments are automatically pieced together to form a spiral channel.

Li Xiaoxiao's hand holding the broken piece of the bell suddenly lifted up uncontrollably, and the fragment resonated with the other half in the magic circle. Amid the buzzing sound, the entire wasteland began to ripple like the surface of water.

She saw a flash of snow-white clothes in the depths of the passage.

who is it?

"Take the bell and jump into the crack." Ling Nanyan's voice suddenly became clear as if it was right beside her ear. "Don't look back at the remains of those monsters. Their 'death' is an illusion."

It was too late for Li Xiaoxiao. Just as she was about to run, she was shocked to find that black blood was oozing from the broken bodies on the ground and formed wriggling tentacle-like patterns on the ground.

Without any hesitation, he crushed the map-shaped golden blood and let the force pull him towards the bloody vortex.

Just as he was about to reach the door, Li Xiaoxiao stopped abruptly.

Ling Nanyue clutched her clothes tightly, her voice full of anxiety.

"Xiao Xiao, run away!"

Li Xiaoxiao asked a question without even raising her head.

"Palace Jade Wine."

"Li Xiaoxiao, it's already this late, and you still have time to talk about this crappy wine!"

The next moment, Li Xiaoxiao turned around and stabbed Ling Nanyan's bulging belly with the tip of the sword.

Ling Nanyan stared at Li Xiaoxiao with her frog eyes in disbelief and asked: "Why..."