Huang Jingxuan said: "That's the only way. To the people of Lingshan: "Come with me." Han Yiming had long been very tired of the mallets all over the mountains, and when he heard this, Ming Yuan's sword came out of its sheath and flew into the air with him. And all the people also flew up, higher and higher. At first, the mallets tried to jump, but after a few moments, they could only watch as they flew higher and higher into the fog.

The crowd flew for a while, and when they looked down, it was dark, and there was no sign of the mallet. Huang Jingxuan stopped his ascent first and floated in mid-air, and the Pingbo Dao people also stopped, and the disciples of the two factions followed behind each other. Han Yiming stood still, and a person floated over behind him, but it was Zhao Haoyang. He didn't have a sword, he just floated in the air. Another figure rose up from below, but it was Liu Xinzhu, and what she was stepping on was no longer her white jade ridge, but Zhao Haoyang's blue water sword.

Her face, which had been glowing with white jade, had darkened and looked very haggard. Han Yiming knew that her spiritual power was overconsumed, and since they walked into this valley, her spiritual power had been used to dissolve the miasma. It wasn't until I saw the end of the mirage that it was over. Every time Han Yiming looked at her, he felt that she was like a lit candle, getting weaker and weaker, and he was very worried, not knowing that she would be able to support her to get out of this place. I always feel that she has the appearance of running out of oil, and it is difficult to support her. Seeing her staggering on the blue water sword, Han Yiming was really worried that she wouldn't be able to stand and fall.

was worried, and heard Pingbo Daodao: "Can't we really fly out?" Huang Jingxuan said: "Brother Pingbo Dao, haven't you been flying for a few days, this is the magic barrier, how can you fly out?" Pingbo Daodao: "I don't believe that I really can't get out." Huang Jingxuan sighed and said: "The maze of demonic obstacles all arises from the heart, you still think about killing at this time in your heart, how can you get out?" Pingbo Daoren sneered: "I just can't get used to seeing these fake compassion of yours, these demonic things, you even turn a blind eye, and tell them what mercy." According to me, it's better for us to join hands and kill cleanly, but there will be a time to get out. ”

Huang Jingxuan was about to speak, Zhao Haoyang had already said: "What are the demonic things? Could they be haunting and harming people?" Pingbo Daoren sneered: "A snake is not a snake, a rat is not a rat, what is it that is not a demonic thing?" Zhao Haoyang sneered: "Brother Pingbo's view of the demonic is really eye-opening!" Pingbo Daoist also sneered: "Then what do you mean, this is not a demon?" Zhao Haoyang said: "That's nature." The mallet is not a strange thing, it has been recorded in ancient books: many years ago, this thing still appeared in the mountains and forests from time to time, but few people saw it, and most of them were seen by farmers and hunters. The farmer hunter has always been illiterate, perhaps because of a fallacy, or perhaps by a slip of the tongue, so he called it a mallet. I remember it clearly in the book, and this is what it looks like. First, it will not swallow clouds and spit out fog, and second, it will not harm the world, and it will hide here, but it is afraid that it has not been out of the valley for thousands of years, so no one will know it, so how can it be regarded as a strange thing? At most, it can be regarded as an ancient anomaly. ”

Pingbo Daoren sneered: "Can't swallow clouds and spit fog, how can you trap us here? Isn't it strange that these many monsters gather together?" Zhao Haoyang sneered: "If Brother Dao has eight hundred years of cultivation, he will not only swallow clouds and spit mist, but I am afraid that it will be easy to even reverse yin and yang." But with a show of his hands, he killed dozens of them, and the smell of blood was in the ground, and he didn't attract them all? There are all the principals in the museum, there are abbots in the temple, and this valley stretches for hundreds of miles, how can there be no supernatural entering? Wherever the supernatural goes, it is under its jurisdiction, and it is reasonable for you to kill so many mallets, and it is unreasonable for the supernatural to cast a magic to seek justice?" Pingbo Daoren was robbed white by him, his face turned black, he gritted his teeth, and only after a moment did he say: "I have only killed dozens of them, and it is thousands, what is this? Zhao Haoyang said coldly: "I naturally don't have the courage, the Lingshan faction has always been cautious. However, the disciples of Daoyou are very bold and swagger around. Brother Pingbo Dao's Ten Thousand Void Views are around, within a radius of a hundred miles, and the disciples are a little annoyed, and they have to mobilize the people to ask for it back. According to Brother Dao, he shouldn't have been so concerned about everything before, and a little anger is not as good as dozens of lives!"

Pingbo Daoist people are the most conniving at the disciple's misconduct, everyone in the same way knows that he protects his shortcomings, and is very good-looking, at this time, he was counted down by Zhao Haoyang like this, where can he still hang on his face, sneered, and was about to fight back, Huang Jingxuan had already said: "Senior brother, when is it, what are you doing with this?" Zhao Haoyang stopped and looked into the distance. Huang Jingxuan said to Pingbo Daoist again: "Pingbo Daoyou, my junior brother is not sensible, I will compensate you as a senior brother." Let's talk about how to get out, how to do it? At this time, it will be useless to talk about anything else. Pingbo Dao snorted and stared at Zhao Haoyang fiercely, Zhao Haoyang glanced at him coldly, which made his heart even more angry, and he hated Zhao Haoyang deeply from then on.

Huang Jingxuan said: "Daoyou said that you can't kill it, it's not that you don't have the courage, just because you can't kill it blindly." We can't tell the direction in the mirage, and how long can our spiritual power kill? Now there is no drinking water, and the spiritual power has been consumed for a few days, and when it is exhausted, we still can't get out. In his words, the Pingbo Dao people have suffered a big loss in the mirage, flying into the mirage, not distinguishing between the north and the south, not to mention, even the mallets on the ground bounce up and bite people, flying high, the spiritual power consumption is too fast, and it is difficult to last. flew low, and the mallet kept struggling with him, making everyone tired of coping. He didn't believe that this "little mirage" could trap him, but now he knew that this little mirage was really powerful. Therefore, although he hated Zhao Haoyang deeply, he no longer confronted him-for-tat. turned to Huang Jingxuan and said, "Fellow Jingxuan Daoist, according to you, how should we get out?"

Huang Jingxuan sighed and said, "I don't know, the killing is too heavy at this time, just think about it again." A disciple behind Pingbo Daoren shook for a while, and Pingbo Dao said: "You can still support it, but my disciples can't support it." Huang Jingxuan said lightly: "There is no difference between supporting it and supporting it, and if you can support it, I am afraid that it will be difficult to escape death." Pingbo Daoren scolded: "These strange and cheap lives will cost us our lives." Huang Jingxuan shook his head and said, "Their lives are not necessarily cheap, and our lives are not necessarily expensive." Brother Pingbo Dao, you take your disciples down first, don't kill again, let me think about it here. Pingbo said, "It's okay." He turned around and flew back to the ground with his disciples.

I'm late to come back, so I've kept you waiting for a long time, sorry. Tomorrow I'm going to talk about the accident that happened after the consultation, and before I went out, I hope you like it. Thank you for your support, and thank you very much for following this book during Golden Week.