The cave floor was full of rubble, and there were all kinds of bones and broken stone tools, which in Yang Ling's opinion was basically about the same level as the primitive man on the earth more than 100,000 years ago. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

There should be no cultivators here!, this was Yang Ling's first judgment.

There is also the fact that the elven clan should be very poor, because the more than ten people in front of them are about the same as women, not to mention the skinny skin and bones, and they have no clothes to wear, and they are wrapped in rotten rattan cloth similar to Yang Ling's body, and their unkempt hair is like living in this dark cave for decades.

The woman pulled Yang Ling quickly bypassing the stone hall and entering another cave, and the moment she walked out of the stone hall, Yang Ling saw a guy happily snatching out a bug full of legs from the crack in the stone and stuffing it into his mouth, chewing a few times and splashing out a mouth full of yellow-green liquid.

Holy, it's disgusting!

Yang Ling hurriedly left the stone hall.

After turning two corners again, the air began to have that familiar feeling of oppression, and his body began to stiffen a little with the tension, and he passed through a pile of collapsed stones, and in front of him was a confused and tumbling black mist, which filled the entire world like a poisonous mist.

Vaguely, Yang Ling saw a huge skeleton, and wisps of black qi kept emanating from the skeleton.

It turns out that these black qi are emitted from this skeleton!

"What is this?" Yang Ling asked, pointing to the skeleton.

The woman thought for a moment and shook her head vigorously, then gestured forward, Yang Ling probably understood, this was the meaning of letting him follow, so she had to continue to move forward.

This time, after walking for about twenty minutes, she walked around a huge skeleton that was a kilometer long and came to a clearing, where the woman pointed to a place and began to grunt.

"You mean you saved me here?" Yang Ling pointed to his nose in surprise.

The woman nodded again and again, although the two of them couldn't understand each other, they both belonged to the higher intelligence race, and they were humanoid creatures, and they basically figured out the meaning even if they guessed.

Well, Yang Ling felt that he belonged to the breed that God blessed and deserved to survive.

Unexpectedly, he walked into the range of elven life.

The black mist had a great impact on Yang Ling, and after only staying for more than twenty minutes, Yang Ling felt that he had a sign of drowsiness, but what made him strange was that the woman didn't react.

Soon after, the woman took Yang Ling back to the small cave where she had started.

Yang Ling was very depressed, in this unfamiliar ghost place, communication had become the biggest obstacle, and now he was like a blind man, his eyes were completely black.

So for the next period of time, Yang Ling didn't go out again, but meditated and practiced the Nine Xuan True Technique all day long, and the trace of aura in his body could barely run, but he was always unable to enter the state of concentration, nor could he open the acupoints internally, let alone invoke the power of the divine soul.

Women come almost every day, sometimes they bring some strange food, some like dried insects, some like withered plants, and some shriveled roots, and Yang Ling always shakes her head and refuses, so the woman has to squat quietly next to her and look at it for dozens of minutes before leaving.

On this day, the woman came again, but she was holding a broken stone bowl in her hand, and the bowl still contained most of the bowl of viscous liquid with a strange color, Yang Ling looked at this dirty stone bowl, smelled the unappetizing smell that emanated, and shook his head vigorously to refuse.

He is a virtual realm of great perfection, his body has long been completely spiritualized, even if he does not eat or drink for tens of thousands of years, he will not hang, but the woman stubbornly stretched the stone bowl in front of him again, after a few times, Yang Ling finally couldn't stand the woman's complaining eyes, so he took the stone bowl, pinched his nose and poured it into his mouth.

"Gott~"

Yang Ling almost vomited, Nima was too viscous, like a bowl of glue, accompanied by a fishy and bitter taste, a bowl of liquid that could not distinguish the color and composition slid down the throat into the stomach.

Immediately, there was a burning pain in his stomach, like eating a big bowl of chili sauce, but then, a fiery energy slowly spread along the stomach to the rest of his body, like thousands of fine needles, constantly passing through his body, and a wave of sweat immediately emerged from the pores of Yang Ling's body.

This thought flashed in Yang Ling's mind, because he saw the woman's concerned expression and knew that she didn't have any reason to poison herself, so Yang Ling hurriedly put on a posture of five hearts to the sky and began to cultivate the Nine Xuan True Technique to resist this heat.

As a master of the Great Perfection of the Void Realm, Yang Ling really couldn't figure out how many things in the world could poison him.

But the next cultivation made Yang Ling find that under the stimulation of this scorching energy, the trace of aura in his body actually accelerated a little, although it was not obvious, he still felt it.

So Yang Ling immersed himself in cultivation, trying to guide that trace of aura to communicate with the divine soul.

Time flickered for a long time, and when Yang Ling felt that the burning sensation in his body had disappeared, he opened his eyes and found that the woman had left.

Although he still failed to guide the Nine Xuan True Recipe to operate successfully, Yang Ling seemed to have found a portal to success.

So Yang Ling stood up and walked out of the cave, he was now desperate to find the woman and find out where he got this unpleasant thing.

And even more perhaps, drinking it might help resist that black mist outside.

A few minutes later, Yang Ling groped his way to the stone hall.

There are still seven or eight guys in the stone hall who are banging on the stone wall to catch insects and eat.

Yang Ling ignored them, and quickly ran through the stone hall to the outside of the cave, and when he just ran to the gravel area of the cave, a thin little boy rushed in panting, and was stunned for a moment after seeing Yang Ling, and then grabbed his arm and shouted.

Belch~!

Yang Ling is very strange, this little boy doesn't know him!

“%￥#@……”

Well, half a minute later, Yang Ling confirmed from the little boy's anxious expression that he must need his help, so he had to follow out.

After walking for more than ten minutes, Yang Ling suddenly realized that he didn't seem to feel too sluggish and depressed in the fog the first two times, and seemed to be much more relaxed.

It must have been the change from that strange bowl of liquid.

Yang Ling wanted to find the woman more and more in his heart and figure out what it was.

The little boy dragged Yang Ling for half an hour, passing several huge skeletons along the way, and finally came to a canyon.