"A group of intruders who only know how to hide underground, and still want to artificially create an earthquake?

Suddenly, a young, cold voice came from the main hall.

"Who?, who the hell dares to trespass on our Mist Clan's base?!"

As if they had seen a ghost, the seven fog clans stood up, covered in yellow mist, and their alert level was suddenly raised to the special level.

And each of them took his own blade from his waist or in his storage bag.

"I don't even know your young master, I'm really blind to your dog's eyes!"

Mu Ping fell from mid-air.

"You...... You're the kid who ruined Lord Huang's good deeds?"

The slightly larger old man of the Fog Clan spoke in surprise, his expression in the yellow mist was not clear, but his voice was shocked and trembling.

"You...... How did you get here? How did you get in?"

"Do you still need to get in this place? The master walked in with a swagger!"

Mu Ping chuckled and folded his hands upside down, revealing his signature stinky skin.

But his heart also sank.

Although the weasel body is not here, he must have told his people about his performance in the sea of time, otherwise, how would these rotten garlic know his name?

However, it is a blessing and not a curse, and it is a disaster that cannot be avoided.

Moreover, in his dictionary, there is never the word "hide".

Although there is a defensive formation and a monitoring array at the entrance here, these two formations are both level four, and they may be effective against ordinary monks or demon beasts, but in the eyes of Mu Ping, the Nine Rank Emperor Formation Master, it is like a child's toy, which is not enough to see at all.

He has one hundred and eighty ways to get in without triggering the formation.

Although Yingmei didn't know the specific location of the fog clan's base, she knew a rough idea, and under the condition that Mu Ping was moved by affection and reason, she finally realized the mistake she had made, so she volunteered to become Mu Ping's guide.

People are like this, once they unravel the knots in their hearts, their depth of understanding of things is much higher than that of ordinary people.

Yingmei is not a bad person in the first place, she is just blinded by hatred.

Xue Shengfa repeatedly swore that she would never save Yingmei's son, but she was not allowed at that time, and Xue Feng also explained, which eliminated the misunderstanding in her heart, and the family released their suspicions.

It's all at this age, and Yingmei has also experienced a cruel devouring competition similar to a Gu worm, so she stands out, and her mentality has more or less changed.

Coupled with her status as a prisoner, what can she do if she doesn't accept her fate?

Mu Ping even taught her a lesson, he analyzed that Yingmei's son was probably killed by the person who dragged her down the river from the Wu Clan, otherwise, why was Shang'er swept away?

That's the crux of the matter.

Mu Ping's analysis was like an initiation, and he woke up the person in his dream with one word.

After settling the father and son of the Xue family, erasing the memories of these national players, and discussing the timing of the move with Feng Zhongyun, Mu Ping took Yingmei to drive the flying sword, and it didn't take half an hour to come to the Nu River realm.

The Angry River was indeed like her name, rushing and roaring, as if it was a huge demon beast that had gone berserk, mighty and rushing down.

Thirty miles away, you can hear the rumbling water.

The water of the Nu River is extremely turbid, and the naked eye can't even look at half a meter, but fortunately, Mu Ping's spiritual power is strong, and now the range of his spiritual power has reached about 5,800 meters, and he can easily pass through the water of the Nu River, and all the creatures under the water have nowhere to hide.

"There is!" 135 Chinese

Flying a distance on the Nu River, about fifty miles, at a ferry, Mu Ping was shocked, and his spiritual power was fed back, at the bottom of the river, there was a yin soul lurking, this soul was extremely huge, and its combat power was even higher than that of Yingmei.

Needless to say, this Yin Spirit must have also been cultivated by the Fog Clan, and the reason why he lurked here was because he wanted to pull passing pedestrians to the bottom of the river to obtain fresh Yuan Souls.

The reason why Yingmei and the others continue to obtain the Yuan Soul as food is probably a large part of it is from the hands of this Yin Soul.

After Yingmei jumped to the Nu River, the reason why her body sank quickly became a primordial soul may also be the masterpiece of this yin soul.

Now that you have discovered this harmful thing, how can you let it go easily?

Therefore, with almost no effort, Mu Ping captured this yin soul alive and asked for the exact location of the base camp of the Nushan Fog Clan.

As he expected, this yin spirit went from weak to strong, and he didn't know how many innocent lives it devoured.

Needless to ask, Shang'er must have been poisoned by this ghost.

"Damn thing, the old body must eat you!"

Yingmei was so angry that he jumped like thunder, he had always thought that Xue Shengfa was his biggest enemy, and he wanted to be the initiator here!

"Go ahead!"

Mu Ping waved his hand to lift the ban and threw the yin spirit he captured alive into the jade bottle.

As soon as the Yin Soul entered, Yingmei engaged in a shopping battle with him, causing the bottle to buzz and tremble, as if it was about to fly.

Mu Ping ignored this one-sided battle, the flying sword drew a graceful arc, and he landed directly above the base of the Nushan Mist Clan.

The psychic power quickly locked onto the target.

This is the scene that appeared at the beginning of the previous one.

However, Mu Ping was by no means a reckless person, before entering the main hall, he had already found the wisp of Xue Ying's lost soul in a laboratory, and he carefully put it into a jade bottle.

Now, whether or not this base can be destroyed, at least his mission is accomplished.

"The second one is the main attacker, a few of you kill him!"

The leader of the fog clan spoke gloomily.

"Kill!"

With a wave of his right hand, an old man of the Fog Clan standing on the far left turned into an irregular mist, emitting a smell similar to a pesticide choking his nose, which shrouded Mu Ping's head.

"Give Ben less break!"

A solemnity flashed in Mu Ping's eyes.

He remembered an old man who once said, "Strategically we must despise the enemy, and tactically we must attach importance to the enemy!"

Although the fog clan in front of him is not as strong as a weasel, nor has he reached the level of Yuan Ying, after all, he has lived on the earth for hundreds of years, who knows what kind of tricks he has?

He didn't want to capsize in the gutter.

Therefore, where he can be cautious, he is not ambiguous at all.

The cold lizard demon fire had already emitted a purple glow, and it conjured up a huge palm shadow of about two feet, burning towards the fog that the fog clan relied on for defense.

"Let's go together!"

When the other five fog clans saw this situation, they glanced at each other, and the five irregular mist surging and surging, and finally turned into a sea of yellow-black mist, enveloping Mu Ping in it at once.