The difficult path of cultivation for a grassroots female practitioner

Although there were many monks entering this space fragment, the space here was obviously very large, and the crowd gradually dispersed.

Xiao Han lowered his flying altitude and searched the bumpy ground with his spiritual sense.

She didn't fly very fast, so Luo Yufan followed not far behind her, and the two of them flew aimlessly.

Xiao Han firmly believes that opportunities are what belong to you and cannot be forced.

Therefore, she was not in a hurry to fly deeper, but slowly searched and wandered around the periphery.

Suddenly, Xiao Han felt that something was wrong with the place he had just scanned.

So he stopped and looked around again.

Seeing this, Luo Yufan also looked down carefully, but he didn't find anything or anything unusual.

At this time, Xiao Han was seen landing and standing on a rock.

Then, she waved her sleeves, and a storm of spiritual power swept through, blowing away the thick dust, revealing a black sword handle inserted in the crevice of the stone.

Xiao Han walked over, grabbed the hilt of the sword and pulled it out.

It turned out to be half a broken sword. Although the hilt was black and had nothing fancy about it, it felt warm to the touch and no one knew what it was made of.

The sword was gray and lusterless, and there was no spiritual charm in it.

"This should be useless, right?" Luo Yufan sensed it and said while standing on the flying sword.

Xiao Han, who had worked in the scrap business, didn't think so. Something that could be preserved for a million years must be made of something extraordinary.

Spiritual charm is not the only criterion for judging a treasure.

Never mind, just put it in the storage bag first. Maybe some rare auxiliary materials can be extracted from it.

After collecting it, he explained to Luo Yufan, "We may not get any benefits if we enter here, but picking up a weapon once used by an ancient cultivator is also a rare antique."

Items in the world of cultivating immortals are divided into useful and useless, but there is no such thing as antiques. Luo Yufan just thought that she picked up something as a keepsake and didn't say anything more.

The two continued to move forward.

Xiao Han suggested, "Why don't you go somewhere else? You're always following me. What good things can you find?"

Luo Yufan hesitated for a moment, then agreed and flew to the right.

But just before he flew a short distance, a ball of black evil spirit rushed towards him as if it had a spirit.

Fortunately, Luo Yufan was very cautious and immediately injected his spiritual power into the protective light shield. The black ball of evil spirit suddenly hit the protective light shield, causing it to tremble and flash, and almost shattered.

Luo Yufan, who was shocked, immediately took out his magic weapon, the purple gold hammer, and smashed it at the black ball.

The black mass that originally looked like swirling black mist actually emitted a squeaking sound.

The black mass surged and dispersed into black mist.

The mist rushed towards the purple gold hammer and wrapped it.

Immediately afterwards, Luo Yufan felt that the black mist like silk threads wrapped around his purple gold hammer began to corrode the spiritual charm of the magic weapon.

What the hell is this?

Luo Yufan then threw out a freezing talisman.

A white mist spread out, and a layer of white ice crystals quickly condensed on the ground.

But the black fog in the air only paused for a moment, then gathered together again and attacked him.

Luo Yufan was shocked and frightened. He sent a gust of spiritual power towards the black ball, blowing it away. Then he drove his flying sword towards Xiao Han.

Little did he know that Xiao Han also encountered the same black ball.

She used her high-defense spiritual power to block the black group's attack, and then she cast various spells, but found that she could not completely eliminate the black group.

What the hell is this?

Black evil energy should be afraid of heat and flames, right? Xiao Han, with an idea, immediately used flame magic, sweeping towards the black group.

The black mass was surrounded by flames, making a squeaking sound, as if it were a living thing being burned and in pain.

Oh my god, could it be the ghost of an ancient monk? Xiao Han couldn't help but think wildly.

Fortunately, this thing, whether it was a ghost or a dark evil spirit, was eventually burned by the flames and turned into light green smoke and disappeared.

Just as Xiao Han breathed a sigh of relief, he saw Luo Yufan rushing back, calling him "Senior".

A black group was chasing him relentlessly and was about to catch up.

Xiao Han immediately shouted, "Use fire magic."

Luo Yufan immediately ran while making hand gestures to cast a spell, then turned around and threw it at the black ball.

But his fire magic power was obviously not as strong as Xiao Han, who had already reached the Golden Core stage. Although the black ball screamed due to the burning, it quickly rushed out of the flames and crashed into Luo Yufan.

Luo Yufan had already cast a defensive talisman on himself. The black ball hit the defensive talisman's light shield, and the defensive talisman flashed.

The next moment, a scene that made Xiao Han and Luo Yufan's scalps tingle appeared.

The black ball instantly turned into a dense black net, covered with the light shield of defensive talismans. Luo Yufan seemed to be wrapped in a huge black cocoon.

Xiao Han flew over, controlling the power of fire magic and enveloping Luo Yufan.

The black mass was probably afraid of the burning flames, so it immediately gathered into a ball and quickly dodged away.

Luo Yufan's face inside the light shield had turned pale.

If this thing broke through the protective shield and wrapped around him, he felt that it would not take long before he would be corroded and only a skeleton would be left.

Xiao Han had thrown another large ball of fire at the black ball that bounced back. This time she didn't need to control her magic power. The fire immediately wrapped around the black ball and burned it to ashes.

"Let's go, get out quickly!" Xiao Han shouted at Luo Yufan, then wrapped him up with his spiritual power and flew him towards the exit.

But before the two of them flew far, many larger black balls flew in from all directions and surrounded them.

Xiao Han held up a spiritual power shield to cover both of them, and then cast the most powerful fire spell.

This time, the fire magic did not burn the black ball immediately, and there were still many black threads covering her spiritual shield.

Luo Yufan had just told Xiao Han that this black mass, which was not sure whether it was a ghost or an evil spirit, could quickly corrode magic weapons. Therefore, Xiao Han did not dare to use the Qiankun Bagua Mirror easily, and could only use magic to defend and attack.

Luo Yufan helped to set up another layer of defensive light shield and tried his best to inject magic power into the defensive light shield.

At the same time, he threw out the fire talisman in his talisman to help Xiao Han share the pressure.

Most offensive spells are ineffective against this black ball. Xiao Han can only use large-scale fire spells to consume the black ball's power.

But more and more black groups joined in, and the black silk was like a sticky black liquid, gradually making it difficult for them to move.

If this goes on for too long and Xiao Han runs out of magic power, they will be swallowed up by the black fog.

At the same time, deeper in the mountains, Tao Yiran was also protecting Tao Yu'an and struggling to hold on.

Because the two siblings went deeper, they encountered the black group earlier, and the black group was also larger and more difficult to eliminate.

Outside them, a huge black cocoon as big as a house had trapped the two siblings tightly.

All the fire talismans in the hands of the two have been used up, and now they can only rely on magic to support themselves.

Tao Yu'an's face turned pale. Her spells had very little effect on the black fog outside. Even though she was constantly casting fire spells, the effect was minimal.

Tao Yiran saw that the range of the protective shield was getting smaller and smaller, and the light was getting dimmer and dimmer. He was extremely anxious, but he could not find any way to break the deadlock.