Chapter 105: Forbidden Spirit I’m dying, dying, dying… The moment he realized he couldn't use his spiritual power, Zhou Ling's brain went blank for a moment, and the three words "I'm going to die" kept repeating in his mind. The strange monkey behind her hasn't caught up yet. Is she going to be unlucky and fall to death first? As the scenery on the ground continued to enlarge in front of her eyes, the whistling wind made her tears burst out. The airflow blew her sideways and she turned to face the blue sky. A few clouds drifting slowly in the wind look like small and exquisite mushrooms or an umbrella. Zhou Ling's pupils shrank, and she suddenly came back to her senses from the fear of falling to death. She twisted her body hard and hurriedly took off her cute pink coat. This thing, according to Master, is made of the magical spider silk produced in the East China Sea wonderland. It is said to be invulnerable to swords and guns, and is windproof, rainproof, and bulletproof. When she just got it, Zhou Ling didn't take it seriously. After all, she was used to it. Every time her master gave her something, he would brag about its material, its workmanship, its function, and so on. But in fact, her master just wanted to show off his craftsmanship and sublimate it with the art of language. But this time, Zhou Ling hoped very much that his master was not bragging, and this thing was really windproof, rainproof and bulletproof! The process of falling rapidly can easily make people panic. Zhou Ling braved the strong wind and took great effort to turn over and downward, steadying her body and direction, and hooking the toes of her feet on the shoulders and sleeves of her coat.

The two little hands were not idle either, grabbing the two corners of the outer shirt, with arms and legs slightly spread out, the whole person bent backwards, and used the clothes and the person to form a simple version of a parachute that could take a ride. The moment the coat in his hand finally caught the wind and slowed down his falling speed, Zhou Ling felt like crying. These things that Master boasted about turned out to be real! In addition, as a cultivator, her body was much stronger than that of a mortal. At this height and speed, the trees in the forest might have taken some of the force off her when she landed. Huh… Zhou Ling, who was trying hard to maintain the angle of the parachute, let out a long breath. As long as she doesn’t die from the fall, she can be a hero again when she stands up! But there was one thing she couldn't figure out. How could the spirit stone suddenly become ineffective and her spiritual power become useless when she was on her way? You don't read books in vain. Sometimes, you may not see the results of your efforts at the moment, but they will always be useful in the future. There were so many books on formations, including notes added by her master himself. Zhou Ling didn't know how many days and nights it took her to finish reading those books. How could she not recognize this small forbidden spirit formation? At this moment, she was at a certain height. When her life was safe, she was no longer panicked. From this height, she could look down and see the whole picture. The originally dense forest seemed to have traces of human intervention. Many trees were cut down and destroyed in a fixed order. Stones were piled on the ground. The operation of spiritual power in the forest was changed. Everything indicated that the strange monkey chasing her might have been underestimated by everyone. If it was just an ordinary beast, what would it matter if it had a brain? If there was no one to teach it, it would never be able to figure out this formation by itself, which used the power of heaven and earth. With a thud, a fairly sturdy branch hit Zhou Ling's forehead. As she approached the ground, it was too late to react. Zhou Ling tried her best to hit more branches to prevent her from falling to the ground. Fortunately, when she finally landed, she landed on the thick dead leaves that had accumulated over the years in the forest. Zhou Ling got up and sat against the tree trunk for a long time before she came to her senses. It's no problem if I stretch my muscles a little. It's just some skin injuries. Now I have no spiritual power, so I can't repair them. As for her little sofa... Taking a look at the pink figure floating quietly on the lake not far away, Zhou Ling just wanted to sigh. The small sofa is an all-round means of transportation that can be used by land, sea and air. Even if it has lost its spiritual power, it is still strong enough to withstand a beating. At least it is more resistant to falls than her. What does she have to worry about? The most important question at the moment is, how can she escape from this forbidden spirit formation? (End of this chapter)