"Is there fog over there in the teahouse?" Yin Houcheng wanted to wait for the opportunity, so he naturally had to pay attention to it, but the report he got made him frown. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's not that Xiancheng Seventeen has never had fog, but that kind of fog generally covers the entire Xiancheng Seventeen, and it covers only one place, which is beyond the ordinary definition of fog.

"Could it be...... That weird fog some time ago?"

What kind of strange fog is the strange fog that turns foreign monks into monsters.

Yin Houcheng first thought of this one, because the force behind Yue Jing was too strong, but why was such a powerful force not visible before?

After thinking about it, Yin Houcheng thought of a possibility, this group of forces was not the local force of the Qingzhou Secret Realm, it came from outside the Secret Realm.

"That's right! That's it! Because they can use the strange fog to turn into monsters, they are so strong that they can destroy one immortal city and destroy three painting boat teahouses, so they are not afraid of the revenge of the big city lord and the painting boat teahouse!"

Yin Houcheng suddenly thought of something again, and muttered: "But why did those foreign monks who were locked up in the prison die one after another? And there doesn't seem to be any relevant memory in their souls......

Yin Houcheng thought a little too much, and also thought complicatedly: "It should be some kind of secret method to seal important memories, yes!

There is one evidence to support Yin Houcheng's complex speculation, that is, those foreign monks have memories, but the memories related to the appearance of others have become blurred. 潶し言し格 Intoxicated Chapter has been uploaded

For example, through soul searching, Yin Houcheng learned from their memories that there was a young master of the Zhihua Sect named Xiao Yong, obviously most of them had seen this person, but the appearance of this person in their memories was very vague.

"Brave and brave...... There is only one surname difference from that Ye Yong, and they seem to be the same age......"

Yin Houcheng didn't think about Ye Yong is Xiaoyong, what he was thinking about was that if Yue Jing and the others were really foreign monks who could turn into monsters when they encountered a strange fog, could this fisherman still be able to do the profit?

Yin Houcheng obviously thought too much, that strange fog was not a strange fog that turned foreign monks into monsters, but something emitted by the magic weapon of broken eggshells.

As long as it is within its range, you are in the illusion.

And this strange fog can only be seen by people outside the strange fog, and people in the illusion are ignorant and unconscious.

Ignorant of the strange fog and affected by the illusion, except for the middle-aged woman in the realm of incarnation, Yue Jing and his companions were rarely aware of the attack of the brave side.

It's not that their perception is too bad, it's that Xiao Yong scares them with the illusion of a middle-aged woman and another person who has rebelled in their eyes.

There was no way, they didn't know that the illusion was an illusion, they regarded it as real, and they fled separately, and what they saw was the middle-aged woman and the other person who surrounded themselves alone, so that each of them was fully prepared for the attack of the two illusions, ignoring the means of others to attack and hide in another illusion.

Moreover, even if they pay attention, there is an illusion of separation, and it is not easy to perceive it.

Therefore, these people took a hard beat, and they were smashed or their heads were broken and bleeding, or their magic weapons were destroyed, but they were so dazed that they didn't know why.

But they are not fools, and they know that things are strange after a few tricks.

Also, the two who used to be companions, if they really want to make a move, they are still in a situation of encirclement, and it is impossible for them to survive until now.

"Are they not trying to kill me, or are they fake?"

As soon as they thought so, they were hit, and it was they who hesitated, and the attack that had not been able to cause them damage turned into a real attack, causing them a lot of damage, and some even suffered heavy losses.

Ye Zizhi didn't know anything about Yue Jing and his gang, so he hit people hard, and basically left them alive to search for souls afterwards.

There are soldiers who do this, and many more soldiers are still attacking through illusions.

Gao He was also attacking, but he was no longer attacking the middle-aged woman in the realm of transformation, it was another person.

In fact, when Gao He succeeded in luring the middle-aged woman away and triggering her to perform her ultimate, his task was completed, and the great credit had already fallen on him.

But when the difficult tasks are accomplished, why not do them if they are much simpler?

This was another great achievement on his head, and it was he, along with the other soldiers, who succeeded in inflicting heavy losses and capturing an enemy.

On the other side, Xiao Yong also made a move, if he didn't control the overall situation, he would definitely be a middle-aged woman, the existence of the realm of things, wouldn't it be too much of a pity not to fight with it?

But the illusion realm is the most important thing, and he can't be sloppy, and he can't be sloppy when facing the great venerable of the realm of things, so he retreated to Yue Jing.

As for the middle-aged woman, she has Lu Qingmiao and a real wooden man to meet her.

Yue Jing used his spell to trap and kill a companion without knowing it, it was already dark outside, and he didn't notice it, he only knew that the two companions who were about to enter were stopped by the Mu Ne man who was getting out of trouble.

It doesn't matter, the strength of the Mu Ne man, Yue Jing knows well, as far as he thinks, after a while, those two companions will be able to solve it.

Since this was the case, Yue Jing didn't need to worry, he looked at the situation in the painting boat teahouse.

There was really no one in the teahouse, no little maid, no tea maid, empty and no popularity.

"It seems that it is really gone, I don't know if the Xianyuan spar has also been taken away......"

Yue Jing was apprehensive, and there was one more thing in his hand that was somewhat similar to the compass in the mortal world.

This is the treasure where the Xianyuan spar is found, with it, no matter where the Xianyuan spar is placed, the distance is close, and the direction can be pointed out.

Yue Jing took it out and looked at it as well, and in an instant, a look of joy crawled onto his face!

The pointer in the treasure swayed left and right, almost turning around, but it refused to stop, it was not that it was broken, but there were many places with immortal source spars!

"I knew that there were so many immortal source spars in the painting boat teahouse, I should have asked for this treasure a long time ago!"

Just as he was talking to himself, Yue Jing's eyes opened suddenly, and the pointer on the magic weapon suddenly sparked, and then one reversed, trembling and pointing at Yue Jing himself.

"This is the state of discovering a large number of Immortal Source Crystals!But I don't have any on me, so it's hard to ......."

Yue Jing turned around abruptly and saw a person, it was his companion, but the pointer was pointing at this companion.

Yue Jing's thoughts were not even stunned for a moment, and as soon as the palm of his hand came out, the ice slag that had just trapped his companion reappeared and rolled towards the companion in front of him.

If it is a real companion, it is impossible to have such a large amount of Immortal Source Crystals on the body, since there is one, it is impossible to be a companion!

Either a companion or an enemy, an enemy...... Hmph!

Xiao Yong was also shocked, such a sharp reaction was no worse than that of a middle-aged woman.

"Could it be...... He's the real master of their bunch?"

Xiao Yong grinned excitedly, and in the face of those ice slags, he held the short knife that absorbed the blood cells of the day, and slashed them with one sword.