At the beginning, Yang Lan'er was chased like a dog by Shiqin. After entering the sea of ​​clouds and fog, she was busy purifying the impurities in her body. Then she was in a thick fog area that she couldn't get out of no matter how hard she tried. She hadn't had a good meal for a long time.

Missing the delicacies of Earth, Yang Lan'er started to cook hot pot. Looking at the bright red soup slowly rolling in the pot, her heart gradually calmed down.

Seeing the little animal finish eating the red peach and staring at the pot with a serious and cute face, Yang Lan'er couldn't help laughing, so she placed a small plate in front of it.

Then she saw that the little animal was actually using toothpicks as chopsticks, and its little paws were holding them very realistically. Yang Lan'er laughed so hard that her stomach started to hurt.

"Chirp!" The little beast held its own toothpick chopsticks, its big cat eyes were wet, staring blankly at Yang Lan'er who was overjoyed, and even made a sound of doubt, as if it didn't understand what its master was laughing at. Yang Lan'er was completely touched by the little look, picked up the beast, rubbed it hard in her arms, and let it go with a reluctant look.

"Chirp!" The little animal finally stood on the table again. While enjoying it, it shook its messy purple hair sadly. In an instant, it became soft and smooth again.

"Haha, it's really beautiful." Yang Lan'er praised. Seeing the purple color shining so brilliantly in the sun, as if covered with a halo, she couldn't help feeling warm in her heart.

Just in time, the food in the pot was a little cooked. Yang Lan'er put a piece of meat on the little beast's plate and watched it poking it with a toothpick, with a smile on her face.

How much force can a toothpick withstand? No matter whether the little beast is a spiritual beast or a demon beast, it is a beast cultivator, and its strength is already incredible. After a few consecutive pokes, the toothpick is declared dead.

The little animal chirped, and its big cat eyes instantly flashed with fire, as if it was very angry that it couldn't eat the delicious food.

Yang Lan'er covered her mouth and laughed secretly. She was in a particularly good mood and even put the danger she would face later behind her for the time being.

The little beast broke two toothpicks again, but still didn't get any meat. It got angry and instantly used its tail to roll up the real chopsticks next to it, picked up the meat and stuffed it into its mouth.

The mink's mouth was obviously opened wider than it actually was. It was filled with a piece of meat. It squinted its eyes in satisfaction and immediately started to scoop out food from the pot with chopsticks. Its movements were so skillful and smooth that they were no less than those of human hands.

Yang Lan'er almost went crazy with laughter, but now she was stunned. Is this possible? What kind of structure does the tail have? Is it okay if the fingers are not separated? After eating a very satisfying meal, Yang Lan'er pinched the little beast's tail and studied it, but found nothing different.

After basking in the sun and resting enough, Yang Lan'er stood up and prepared to move on.

It seemed that she did not walk out of the sea of ​​clouds and mist, but moved even closer to the center.

Yang Lan'er hadn't used her spiritual sense for a long time. She suddenly realized it and tried to probe outside, only to find that her spiritual sense was unobstructed. It seemed that the white fog was the key to suppressing her spiritual sense!

However, in this dangerous area, Yang Lan'er did not dare to use her spiritual sense casually. She could only explore carefully and take every step cautiously.

There are so many things in the entire world of cultivation that even the encyclopedia of cultivation left by our ancestors may not be able to record everything.

However, even among the things recorded, many of them affect the spiritual consciousness. Once they come into contact with the spirit, they will slowly enter the cultivator's sea of ​​consciousness like a sacrificial altar, causing the consciousness to become scattered and then collapse and dissolve.

It has to be said that the spiritual awareness of the cultivators is very useful and is absolutely an invincible weapon in the secular world.

But in the world of cultivation, there are too many rules and taboos, and they cannot be used freely and comfortably.

Fortunately, there are little animals around, and their sensitivity to danger is much higher than Yang Lan'er's.

Passing through the forest, Yang Lan'er suddenly discovered that the trees in this forest were thick, big, and tall, and so dense that not even a single sunlight could penetrate.

However, along the way, the ground was quiet, as if it was swept every day, without any branches or leaves.

Thinking of this, Yang Lan'er froze and felt uneasy, because she didn't know whether this was abnormal or a feature of the cultivation world. Could it be that the fallen leaves returned to their roots and truly became nutrients, which were absorbed completely?

He walked all the way with some fear, but fortunately he didn't find anything wrong. Yang Lan'er was very nervous and kept looking up at the tree.

Who knew that her posture of walking with her head held high was too arrogant, and suddenly, she stepped on empty air and fell down.

Yang Lan'er's actions made the little beast on her shoulder unable to react in time. It could only grab Yang Lan'er's hair with its two claws and fall with her.

This was not as simple as falling down. Yang Lan'er was walking well, when suddenly a big hole appeared in the lawn, as if a ferocious beast had swallowed Yang Lan'er whole. Then it recovered instantly, as if the big dark hole had never appeared.

A strange wind blew by, and the leaves rustled, but the person who had just broken in had disappeared, making people feel a chill.

Yang Lan'er held the little animal in her arms, closed her eyes and waited for the bottom to fall, but she didn't reach the bottom for a long time. Instead, she fell faster and faster.

What the hell is this? Yang Lan'er felt the weightlessness was so uncomfortable, and she wanted to fly with her sword, only to find that she couldn't use her true energy.

This meant that she was instantly beaten into an ordinary person. What other methods were available? Even if it was a spiritual talisman, it would require true energy as a trigger, even if the amount used was pitifully small, but it still had to be there.

Just when Yang Lan'er was wondering whether she was going to be killed, she suddenly fell into something soft. It felt very sticky, but not water or liquid.

This strange feeling made Yang Lan'er stick her head out as if swimming, and looked around at the gray surroundings, not knowing what was going on.

"Chi...Chi..." The little animal screamed, seemingly in great pain. It fumbled and used its tail to barely climb onto Yang Lan'er's head. Then it drooped like a dead dog, sticking out its tongue, half-dead.

"Ah?" Yang Lan'er didn't understand. She glanced up and directly put the little beast in her hand into the space.

Looking at the gray color around her, Yang Lan'er knew that the little beast was injured because it was contaminated by this gray color. Moreover, it was seriously injured, not only its body, but also its soul and sea of ​​consciousness were seriously injured.

If the little beast hadn't just quickly climbed onto her head, it's doubtful that she would still be alive. "What's going on?" Yang Lan'er felt that she had been feeling confused recently. Obviously, the things in this forbidden area were a bit beyond her cognition, and she couldn't recognize what they were.

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