Although Yang Cong kept saying that Liu Mang would follow him to search for it, Liu Mang was reluctant.

"Little Monkey, do you know where the heart of the spiritual vein is?" Yang Cong could not think of the result, so he could only ask the little monkey.

At this time, the little monkey who was also beside him shook his head, obviously not knowing it.

"Get up." Yang Cong said to the spiritual vein.

"I won't go anymore. I'm so tired that I'm so tired that I've walked away for so long, it's like a maze." Liu Mang shook his head and said.

"Then you... wait..."

Yang Cong seemed to have suddenly understood something, and learned something from Liu Mang's words.

"What's wrong, you were shocked."

Liu Mang looked at Yang Cong like this, his face full of confusion.

"Liu Mang, I ask you, have you ever felt something was wrong with us after we have been here for so long?"

"What's wrong?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Mang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly said, "Are you saying that this spiritual fog is a maze, and we are in this maze?"

"It's possible, otherwise we've been searching for so long, but why can't we find anything other than fog?"

"When we say this, wouldn't we be trapped in a maze and can't get out? What should we do? If we still encounter something, wouldn't we be dead?"

Liu Mang's face was filled with the words "worry".

After all, the Tyrannosaurus Rex outside in the blessed world had a great impact on Liu Mang, and it made Liu Mang quickly surrounded him with a bunch of Tyrannosaurus Rexes looking at him.

However, compared to Liu Mang's worries, Yang Cong doesn't care.

He was not as much as Liu Mang thought, but he was seriously thinking about how to get this spiritual fog.

Suddenly, Yang Cong thought of a point.

The fog melts when it encounters fire.

Then Yang Cong opened his mouth and spit out a ball of flame.

This made Liu Mang, who was standing beside him, stunned: "Damn, you are playing acrobatics."

"You know, this is my natal flame, and you can do it in the future." Yang Cong said, urging the flames in his palm to start burning the thick fog.

However, Yang Cong soon took back the flame in his hand, because the flame was useless to the spiritual mist.

"I feel that we should come here to practice. Perhaps the fog will dissipate as we practice." Liu Mang shrugged, obviously giving up thinking of getting out of this maze like this.

"What if the fog doesn't disappear?"

"We can call. Don't you know many friends in the ancient martial arts world? If you don't let ordinary people come, you can't let those cultivators come."

Upon hearing this, Yang Cong felt that Liu Mang's words seemed to make some sense.

"Although your words make sense..."

"Then you agree."

"No, I don't agree. Anyway, I won't sit there and wait for death. You can just come here to practice. I'll find the heart of the spiritual vein."

As he said that, Yang Cong walked into the spiritual fog.

Seeing this, Liu Mang hurriedly grabbed Yang Cong: "No, no, no."

"What are you doing? You don't want to practice?"

"No, you're leaving. If something happens, I'll solve it. I'll go with you."

He gave Liu Mang a blank look, and the two of them then embarked on the journey of finding the heart of the spiritual vein.

Yang Cong's eyes were slightly closed, and he was in the spirit fog, and he was concentrating on feeling the abnormal movements around him.

"Puuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

A series of weak and heart-beating sounds came into Yang Cong's ears.

When Yang Cong heard this sound, he instantly pulled Liu Mang and ran towards the direction he sensed.

Running wildly in one direction along the way.

Suddenly, the sound of water flowing came from the front.

"We seem to have come out."

Hearing this voice, Liu Mang and Yang Cong seemed to be reborn and ran forward.

And just as Yang Cong ran forward, he suddenly found that the spiritual mist in front had dispersed, but opposite, there was a stone cliff ahead.

And Yang Cong had already stepped out of the stone cliff at this time, it could be said that he was stepping on the void, and it was impossible to retreat.

And this so-called void step was only a short moment. After a moment, Yang Cong quickly fell down the stone cliff.

"The first change in the Yin-Yang Xuan Jing Record!"

Yang Cong wanted to fly with the sword by forcibly improving his strength, but when he took out the Fengming Sword and successfully flew with the sword, he suddenly discovered that a black shadow suddenly fell down.

The black shadow hit Yang Cong heavily.

Originally, Yang Cong was already very reluctant to fly on the sword just now, and with his unstable nature, Yang Cong suddenly lost his control over Fengming Sword.

"Dog Damn Liu Mang!"

Under the cliff that was unknown how deep, the only thing that was left was the echo of this sentence.

.............

"Ahem..."

A suffocation came, and Yang Cong suddenly opened his eyes.

"I'm...."

However, when Yang Cong glanced around and found that he was in an unknown cave, with stones shining with faint light at the top of the cave...

A fiery red light came from the side.

Yang Cong rubbed his eyes and found a fire around him, and a figure next to the fire.

The figure turned his back to Yang Cong, making Yang Cong unable to see his face clearly.

However, because of the scolding of Liu Mang in his heart, Yang Cong subconsciously meant that this figure was Liu Mang.

"Dog Damn Liu Mang, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have fallen."

Yang Cong said and rushed directly towards the figure.

However, just as Yang Cong was about to punish "Liu Mang", the moment his hand touched the owner of the figure's skin, Yang Cong felt something was wrong.

What the owner of this body conveyed to Yang Cong was a slight coolness, but there was a warmth in this coolness. The skin was extremely smooth and did not look like the skin of a man at all, but like the skin of a woman who was well-maintained.

It seemed that he was disturbed by Yang Cong's actions, and the owner of the figure slowly turned his head to look.

And when he saw the true face of the figure's owner, Yang Cong took several steps in an instant.

"You...Who are you?"

A beautiful girl in front of him, her pair of emerald green eyes attracted people like magic.

The girl smiled slightly, but she didn't speak.

This girl gave Yang Cong a very wrong feeling.

However, just when Yang Cong was confused, Xiaoqing suddenly spoke.

"Your Highness, this is the source spirit that you will see forever."

"Yuan Ling!" Yang Cong was shocked immediately after hearing this name.

The name Yuan Ling is so well-known, and when Yang Cong found out that the girl in front of him was Yuan Ling, he was stunned in place.

"I saw Yuan Nian Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan, and I was just in front of me, lying."

Yang Cong was still a little unbelievable, after all, the Source Spirit is too mythical.

"Your Highness, the girl in front of you is indeed the source spirit, and she is not an ordinary source spirit."
Chapter completed!