Mu Ping didn't know that the mantis was catching the cicada and the yellow finch was behind, and even if he knew, he wouldn't care, because at this moment, he was carefully dealing with a cloud of mist, a poisonous fog to be exact.

When he and Hu Mo entered the passage, they found that there were no steps or any light, but fortunately they did not limit their mental power.

His spiritual power had already been fed back, and this passage was about one hundred and fifty meters long.

Passing through the passage quickly, there was a yellow patch in front of me, there was no edge, and when I looked closely, it was an almost viscous yellow mist.

At the same time, a disgusting stench of rotting corpses suddenly hit.

"Wow!"

Hu Mo opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of yellow water.

"What is this?"

She reached out and wiped the liquid remaining from the corner of her mouth, and smiled apologetically at Mu Ping.

"Poisonous mist! It's similar to miasma, but it's much more poisonous than miasma!"

Mu Ping was well-informed, and recognized at a glance that it was a poisonous mist, this secret realm only opens once every ten years, if there is no such thing as some poisonous mist, then it will be a hell of a thing.

"What can I do?"

Hu Mo stomped her feet, this was the first time she had seen this thing, and she had no idea for a while.

"Simple. ”

Mu Ping stretched out his hand and took out a jade bottle, poured out two poison-avoiding pills from it, handed one to Hu Mo, took one for himself, and walked towards the poisonous mist.

Hu Mo hurriedly swallowed, not doubting him, and followed closely behind Mu Ping.

After less than three breaths, the fog man also came here, "Is this a poisonous mist? This is a good thing that has not been seen in a long time!"

He opened his mouth to inhale, and the mist was like a marshmallow, and he sucked out a big gap, and the fog man craned his neck and opened and closed his mouth twice, revealing a look of great enjoyment.

After half a minute, he let out a sigh of relief, and his body immediately sank into the fog and became part of the yellow mist.

Mu Ping thought as he walked, "These alien races, including those few hidden monks, don't have a fuel-efficient lamp, they must have done their homework a long time ago, otherwise why is there no figure in the poisonous mist?"

After walking for half an hour, the yellow fog became thinner and thinner, until finally, there was nothing at all.

"Whew-"

Hu Mo let out a sigh of relief, and his little purple face slowly returned to its original appearance.

"Are you not breathing?"

Mu Ping was also speechless for a while, feeling that this little girl had been holding her breath for half an hour.

"It's so smelly, so dirty, how can you breathe, it's okay if you don't vomit!"

Hu Mo glanced at Mu Ping.

There was a patch of yellow sand in front of him, and there was no end in sight, and those who came in had long since disappeared.

"Is the so-called Sea of Time a desert?"

But this is certainly no ordinary desert. His spiritual power had already been fed back, and about two thousand five hundred meters in front of him, there were seven people fighting a monster. The monster was no less than twenty meters tall, and it was scorched, and with a single move, it rolled up the yellow sand in the sky, and the entire fighting arena was flooded with sand and fog.

"Sand Beast?!"

Mu Ping's spiritual power can cover a range of 2,500 meters, and the place where the fight is about to exceed his mental power perception, and there is a 300-meter-high sand mountain in the middle, no wonder he didn't find the clue.

Judging from the outfits of those seven people, they were the seven disciples of the Hidden Sect.

"Let's go, let's go!"

Without waiting for Hu Mo to answer, Mu Ping took her little hand, and the wind escaped, and the two of them slid away like floating on water, and flew out of five hundred meters in a blink of an eye.

"Is this little guy getting more and more interested? I hope you can come back safely!"

The fog man looked at Mu Ping's back, showed a sinister smile, looked at the sky, found a different direction, and soon disappeared.

"What's that?"

Mu Ping felt a chill behind him, as if something was peeking at him, but when he turned around, he found that there was nothing.

"Am I suspicious?"

He shook his head and walked quickly.

"What a strong sense!"

The fog man was also startled, and he flickered out of five thousand meters, and it was estimated that Mu Ping couldn't feel it, so he slowed down.

"Whew-"

A twenty-meter-tall sand beast suddenly came out from under the fog man's feet, opened its bloody mouth, and pounced on him, setting off a yellow storm along the way, like a tornado in the world, flying sand and rocks, and smoke and dust.

"It's just a little sand beast!"

The fog man also opened his big mouth and sucked at the sand beast, without any suspense, the huge body of the sand beast was like a huge piece of food, and it was wrapped in the mist emitted by the fog man at once, and then turned into invisible.

"Whoa!

The fog man chirped and chirped, looking unfinished, the sand beast turned into a pile of yellow sand, and its beast pill had already made food for the fog man.

If Mu Ping was present, he would be surprised to find that with this hand alone, I am afraid that all the people who entered the Sea of Time, including him, were far from being the opponents of this fog man.

After doing all this, the fog man looked in one direction and drifted away, and the place he passed, whether it was the ancient desert beast of the sand beast, or the poisonous snake and the lizard, all became his rations.

In the end, those demon beasts unique to the desert seemed to have made an appointment, and all the places he passed were gone.

"It's not fun, it's not fun!"

He hadn't eaten anything for two days, and the foggy man thumped his chest, looking very annoyed.

Mu Ping didn't know what was happening, and at this moment, he had already come to the battlefield where the sand beast and the seven hidden monks were fighting.

"Whew-"

The sand beast let out a roar of rage, swallowing a purple-faced monk of about thirty-five years old in one gulp.

"Broken!"

Mu Ping stretched out his hand and took out the Cold Moon Divine Knife, and threw it at the twenty-meter-tall sand beast.

"Whew!"

In mid-air, the cold moon let out a terrifying hiss, and everywhere it passed, the air was split in half.

"Poof!"

Before the sand beast could enjoy the fruits of the battle, Leng Yue suddenly split the beast pill in half.

"Whew-"

The sand beast had only had time to scream halfway before its massive body began to fall apart and finally turned into a sandbag.

"Help!"

The six hidden monks who survived the catastrophe didn't have time to thank Mu Ping, so they dug out the middle-aged man who was buried under the sandbag.

The man's purple face was not bloody, his breathing was weak, and if he was not treated in time, he would probably not live for a moment or three.

"Team Leader Mu, please help!"

A white-faced bearded man walked a few steps, clasped his fists at Mu Ping, and begged.

"I'll see. ”

Mu Ping didn't shirk, he walked to the man's side, squatted down, began to call the pulse, and then with a twist of his hand, a red healing pill was sent by him into the mouth of the red-faced monk.

"Ahem!"

After a cup of tea, the purple-faced man coughed and slowly opened his eyes, but he was still confused and didn't know what was going on.

"Yongwei at the Xiacangshan Gate, thank you Team Leader Mu for your help!"

The white-faced man didn't need to hold his fists and bow his hands, and gave Mu Ping a deep salute.