The purple mist swirled around him and penetrated desperately into his body. When it touched Yu Ling's soul sea defense line, it began to swallow and dissolve strangely.

A faint sound came from the depths of the fog, like the sound of a flute or a flute. It was desolate and sad, like a woman's sad cry, which made people's soul tremble.

Yu Ling instantly felt that there was something wrong with the sound of the flute and flute, as if it had some kind of hypnotic quality, which made him feel drowsy without knowing it. He just wanted to close his eyes and fall asleep.

The jade bottle in the soul sea floated slightly, emitting a warm white light. Yu Ling's sleepiness was immediately swept away, and she stood up directly, looking at the undulating mist around her.

As he thought, nine soul-refining talismans surrounded him, white light emitted, and formed a solid barrier.

The purple mist suddenly made a hissing sound, like melting snow under the sun, and dispersed in large groups.

Yu Ling took the opportunity to release her soul power and swept away in all directions. The vision in front of her eyes instantly became clear and became brighter.

"Entering my mist realm, do you still want to leave safely from here?"

A gloomy voice sounded from nowhere, echoing hummingly in this monotonous and empty world, like the whisper of a ghost.

"Who are you?" Yu Ling asked directly.

"That's not important. What's important is that you three foreigners are actually soul masters. What a delicious meal. Why don't you just give up your resistance and avoid suffering from the soul-eating mist later."

The voice continued to be eerie and authentic.

Yu Ling suddenly remembered something, narrowed his eyes and said, "Are you from the Shahun Clan?"

First of all, the other party mentioned the word "foreigner", indicating that the other party should belong to one of the six tribes in the Snow Realm. Secondly, the diffuse purple mist around also reminded Yu Ling of Yue Duo's description of the Chahun tribe. It is said that this six tribes

The weakest ethnic group has always been mysterious, with only a group of faint purple figures appearing everywhere. In addition, the name Chahun Clan is related to soul power, so Yu Ling naturally made such a guess.

As for why I can understand his words... because this is originally the communication between two people's souls, not the language spoken with their mouths. This kind of mental fluctuation-like thoughts is probably universal all over the world, otherwise the languages ​​​​of the six races in the Snow Realm would not be the same.

If it’s different, how should we communicate in daily life?

After Yu Ling asked this question, the voice stopped abruptly, and after a while she said in a sinister tone: "So what if you guessed it? You can't get out of here alive anyway."

Gee, these aliens from the Snow Realm are so honest. They don’t play tricks at all. They just make random guesses and he admits them outright?

To deal with such an upright single-celled creature, Yu Ling deliberately pretended to be disdainful and said, "Are my two companions easy to deal with? Instead of trapping me here, you might as well escape as soon as possible."

Sure enough, the other party was like an old cat with exploded fur, and sarcastically said: "Do you still expect others to save you? Not to mention that you have a companion whose soul power is weaker than yours, even if the other girl is obviously stronger,

But we have three of us to deal with her together, and maybe she will die before you."

Yu Ling roughly knew the situation of Nian Yubai and the two, and couldn't help but feel slightly relieved. The other party obviously underestimated Nian Yubai's strength. I'm afraid he would not be in much danger, and Zi Chenruo has always been mysterious, and his two

The ancient soul skills all originated from her. I'm afraid she is no stranger to this kind of soul power battle. She should be able to protect herself no matter what happens.

Then... it would be enough for him to just take care of himself. Of course, he should break through this fog realm as soon as possible.

Although the vast purple mist is endless and there is absolutely nowhere to start, many things have something in common. Suppose this fog realm is regarded as a strange formation, then the key to breaking the formation lies in this Shahun tribesman.

His precise location must be found.

Yu Ling deliberately shrunk the defense line of the sea boundary, pretending to be shaken, and said with some lack of confidence: "What are you talking about? Your so-called fog world can only trap people here, how can you hurt them?"

Alas, I feel that my acting is a bit fake, but considering that the other party only has a small IQ, I should be able to cope with the acting skills of this third-rate actor.

After all, the other party didn't even catch his obvious cliché, and explained everything in a very cooperative manner. This really didn't have a very bright mind.

In Yu Ling's eyes, the Chahun tribesman, whose IQ is worrying, is secretly proud of himself at this moment. He did not expect that he would start to waver with such a simple threat. Sure enough, the young man is not mentally stable. If this kid always keeps his mind, he will

Even if you can forcefully invade the opponent's soul sea, the price will probably be high.

Well, as the king said, you have to use your brain more to achieve great things. Look, look, he has set the most perfect example today. I'm afraid if he keeps up his efforts, he can break through the soul of this human boy without any blood.

The sea defense line is already in place, so it doesn’t cost him any effort at all!

A smart Shahun tribesman like me can't even meet a decent opponent. Life is really as lonely as snow.

He continued to smile and said: "Young man from the human race, are you too naive? Do you think that the natural mist realm of our tribe only has this function of trapping people? If so, then you think that the previous

How did those Liyan tribesmen die?"

He said in a faint and authentic voice: "The time is almost up. Since you don't want to give up resistance, then enjoy the soul-eating experience of the fog. In every wisp of fog here, there is an unjust soul who died in vain, or a vicious ghost whose resentment cannot be eliminated.

They will flow into you little by little

The sea of ​​souls will tear your soul apart piece by piece. Don’t worry, you won’t die quickly. You will listen to their sharp laughter and the clicking sound of chewing your soul, unable to struggle and life would be worse than death.

, until your soul sea is completely bitten clean..."

Yu Ling was puzzled, how could this inexplicable Shahun tribesman feel so good about himself? Did he think what he said was scary? This was worse than a third-rate ghost story. It didn't even have the most basic sense of involvement, right?

I feel that if I continue to accommodate him in acting like this, my IQ will be lowered...

Yu Ling didn't even bother to pretend to be scared, she directly withdrew her mental defense and took the initiative to expose her flaw.

Originally, he was worried that the other party would notice the deception if he let it go so obviously. However, what made him speechless was that the surrounding purple mist surged over in an instant, with countless ghosts twinkling in it, screaming and screaming.

The sound is breathtaking.

Okay, he once again overestimated the opponent's IQ. The average IQ of this Chahun clan is not only fifty, right? Or is it just the one in front of him who is particularly good?

The enemy's IQ is already at this level. Even if he kills the enemy and breaks out of the formation, he still has no sense of accomplishment at all.

Yu Ling shook his head and no longer wasted time. While talking, dozens of soul-dispersing seals condensed suddenly swept out and penetrated into the depths of the purple mist.

In an instant, the clouds disappeared, and dozens of shockingly large gaps appeared in the vast purple mist, like a pile of ugly scars.

Right there!
Chapter completed!