Jing Yao slept comfortably this night, she stretched her waist, looked around in confusion, and found that she had arrived in a strange place again.

And the sky is dark, the moonlight is like water, the breeze is blowing, and the background is extraordinarily peaceful and serene.

Jing Yao first patted her little face, well, smooth and tender, very good, and the most important thing is that she is still conscious, proving that she is still alive.

"Uncle, uncle. Jing Yao shouted loudly in Zhihai, and the only explanation for her survival must be to save the realm spirits.

"Stop shouting. ”

The voice of the realm spirit was full of weakness, and it came out from the chaos bell in Jing Yao's body.

"I need to rest for a while, I can't help you for the time being, the outside world is not as good as the sect, you have to be more careful. ”

After finishing speaking, the realm spirit slowly returned to calm, and how Ren Jingyao swapped, it was all mud cows entering the sea without any response.

Jing Yao was about to regret his death at this time, and he didn't have to think about it to know that it was the realm spirit that helped him get through the difficulties, but he suffered damage himself.

Recalling the scene when she confronted the fire, she only remembered that when she was about to die after being ravaged by the fire, she said goodbye to the realm spirit, and then her consciousness was blurred, and when she woke up, she appeared in a completely strange place.

Fortunately, the world spirit was carefree, and her guilt was slightly lightened.

She first checked Nei Yuan, but found a large bell with a dim golden light in her body, which made her strange.

Suddenly, I thought that the realm spirit had said before that the mark on her wrist was actually the Chaos Bell, an ancient artifact, and I didn't know what the relationship between this bell in her body and the Chaos Bell in the realm spirit sky was.

The dark bell shook slightly in the body, spreading in visible ripples, and each ripple seemed to wash its own body.

Feeling the surging power of the immortal yuan, she found that the cultivation was already the great consummation of the foundation, and she didn't have much surprise.

If she was given a choice, she would rather build a low-level foundation than end up weak and weak in order to save her.

She sat on the shore, silently looking at the sky, her expression was lost, her recklessness had caused the realm spirit to bear the consequences, and the guilt and self-blame made her feel a little sad.

......

When the next day came, the sun shone on the earth, and after a night of reflection, she seemed to have grown.

At this moment, the sky was bright, and Jing Yao opened a pair of big red and swollen eyes and began to examine it seriously.

It is a deserted island surrounded by a group of towering ancient trees.

Suddenly, when she saw a two-zhang tall white-spotted tiger standing under the tree, Jing Yao was startled, and then her eyes rolled, and she saw a bucket-thick black-bellied python hovering on the stone in front of her!

Jing Yao's scalp was numb instantly.

I couldn't help but feel scared when I thought that I had spent the night in a dangerous place last night.

Then there was a strange question, why didn't these beasts attack her?

pondered for a while, and secretly scolded himself for being stupid, these fierce beasts are all half-demons who have achieved small cultivation, and they are powerful in building the foundation realm, and it is already good if they don't kill them.

How dare they take the initiative to attack themselves.

Although Jing Yao's guess was not all right, it was almost the same.

She was pushed by the lake to the ocean, and then pushed by the ocean to this isolated island, and she was almost in time for Robinson Crusoe.

These fierce beasts cultivate on their own on the desert island, and although there is also the existence of natural selection, they have generated spiritual sense, and they generally do not attack unless someone invades their territory.