The feeling that every corner of the body is being bitten, and even the soul is being torn apart.

It made Long Yang feel indescribable suffering. Compared with physical pain, this kind of pain was not on the same level at all.

Since he was a child, he has been ridiculed by all the masters on Fairy Island, and he has been wronged. However, he has survived such humiliation and everything. They all think that all this pain is just an experience for them,

But is this really the case?

This time, he began to doubt his ability to withstand danger and pain.

It’s not that my will is not strong enough, but this feeling is really unbearable for any conscious immortal.

“Ah!”

“Ah!…………”

He wanted to roar immediately, but he found that his throat was not Not a single sound was made.

His eyes began to protrude a little bit, and the tiny bloodshot particles spread to his eyeballs in an instant.

The veins all over his body began to bulge. In addition to enduring the immense pain of tearing his soul, he also had to endure the pain of gnawing on his body.

The white fairies did not stop there, as if the rescue in front of them was the food they had always dreamed of, they were too hungry.

For many years, in the immortal soul state, they have maintained this feeling of hunger.

Whenever a living being appears, as long as they have a little bit of intelligence, they will not follow each other like this.

"Get out, get out!"

"Get out of here!"

Long Yang, who struggled to break free, didn't even know if it was him. The sound made.

His eyes were red, and the golden lines on his forehead began to dim quietly at this moment.

Fierce.

At that moment.

For a moment, the dim golden lines burst into a ray of golden light.

Sections of ripples began to spread instantly.

It’s fleeting.

The overall situation seems to have not changed because of such a golden light. Neither the number of immortal souls nor the surrounding situation has changed in the slightest.

At this second, Long Yang didn’t even have the slightest hope.

　He clearly knows how powerful he will be with his current strength, coupled with the so-called ability that can be condensed from blood. However, even if he is strong, it is still impossible to face this immortal soul like a locust. Plays half the role.

Are you really going to die here?

Indeed, Long Yang was unwilling to do so.

I believe that any immortal, even an ordinary human being, would feel the same unwillingness when facing such a scene and being powerless.

But the facts are so clearly before you. Even if you are extremely unwilling, what can you do?

“Woo woo woo.”

The forest wind moved slightly.

The immortal soul without howling seemed a little dazed at this moment.

Immediately afterwards, in the still quiet forest of confusion, extreme panic flashed in their eyes.

It seemed that this was a kind of innate awe for the superiors. Such panic only lasted a moment, and these immortal souls stopped caring about others and began to run away completely.

Such frightened eyes were something Long Yang had never seen or experienced before.

Self-doubt, well now he doesn’t even have the interest in self-doubt.

Looking at Na Ling’s speechless condition, coupled with all the current doubts, he seemed to have some judgments in his heart, but it was not clear whether such judgments were correct. of.

Stand up and see that the surroundings are still like a pool of stagnant water.

Long Yang sighed in his heart, the most important thing for cultivating immortality is to endure loneliness.

How much time do you spend alone? Even though the disputes continue, they are always in danger.

But most of the time, any immortal spends his time in boring ascetic practices.

Fighting against the sky is not endless fun. Only when you calm down can you unleash abilities beyond the reach of ordinary people.

At this point, it really has nothing to do with family blood, and the starting point of all immortals is the same.

"Everywhere in the Immortal Burial Forest, there must be great fortune. I wonder what kind of fortune will befall me this time?" Long Yang murmured as he walked towards the depths of the dense forest. Talk to yourself.

He is not a person who has no desires and needs. In fact, at some moments, he is more realistic than ordinary immortals.

From childhood to adulthood, except for those few people who are really good to me,, he is essentially an orphan without a father or a mother.

How many worldly views and how much resentment have befallen me. In terms of temperament, I have begun to become a little selfish, or an egoist. This is normal.

Walking step by step, the surroundings began to show the conditions that the Immortal Burial Forest should have.

Withered bones began to appear one after another, most of them were snake bones, some were large, some were small.

The bones are surrounded by some seemingly insignificant fairy energy. These are the bones of immortals. They will not rot for ten thousand years, and the power they contain is also amazing.

It’s not an illusion that these fairy spirits can still be exuded after so many years.

However, the fairy energy here is so insignificant that Long Yang is too lazy to absorb it, which shows that these fairy bones are essentially useless.

"With such a huge area, every step is like a dead skeleton. I don't know how tragic the war was." Although Long Yang was lonely in life.

But I have very little knowledge.

Fairy Demon Island is the center of the endless sea. Most of the knowledge about cultivation and the conditions of the fairy world can be found there.

He knew very well what the Immortal Burial Forest was like. It was the relics of a war between immortal clans.

Generally speaking, a battlefield that can ensure that the immortal soul remains and cannot be completely dissipated must have a good fortune.

However, it seemed that this place had been searched for a long time ago. After searching for Long Yang for a long time, nothing too valuable still appeared.

"Is it possible that my talent for treasure hunting is just a parallel import?" He shrugged his nose vigorously, but he still couldn't smell any treasure.

Almost half a day later, Long Yang had some thoughts of giving up.

The reason is very simple, this place is really clean, and he was so motivated that he didn't even find the first-grade immortal artifacts that he could talk about. Most of what he found were just the remains of immortal artifacts.

In this case, searching is just a useless effort.

In this case, the first priority is to get out of this forest of confusion and take out the Demonic Snake Island.

You must know that on Fairy Island, although he was looked down upon by many disciples and masters, they completely looked down on him.

But at least it is safe, at least there is one's adoptive father in charge, and few people dare to harm themselves openly.

For a time, Long Yang actually had a seedThe urge to return to the ordinary.

　“Hmm!”

　Suddenly!

He turned around and his eyes lit up.