After waiting for a moment and not hearing a response, Zhou Xianyun planned to continue to make persistent efforts.

Bai Qi rushed in front of him and shouted: "Stretching out your head is a knife, shrinking your head is still a knife." The seniors are all infants, and they are still hiding behind and sneaky, don't you stand up and talk to us openly. ”

"You junior dare to be presumptuous in front of the old man. ”

This time, Mu Xici heard clearly. It turned out that this Yuanying Master had used some kind of magic to make her voice sound like she was pinching her throat and talking, no wonder she felt too sharp.

"Forgive me, seniors. Since the seniors mentioned the game, please mention a few words to the juniors, and talk about the rules of the game. Zhou Xianyun's figure flashed to Bai and gave the other party a slightly calmer expression.

"Huh. What are the rules of the game?" The scream paused, and suddenly laughed, "Okay, good." The old man is here to talk to you. ”

As the 'Demon Lord' spoke, Bai Qi waved his hand. Nodding silently, listening to the frost being protected by Ling Zi, the two of them swept towards the edge of chaos without fog.

"The old man raised a few little grays, and I haven't fed snacks for a long time. After entering my Void Realm, he was either eaten by Ash or killed. That's the game. ”

After saying this, no matter how Zhou Xianyun interrogated the radical general, the 'Demon Lord' didn't say anything more.

Mu Xi pondered for a while, and felt that this Yuanying master was a little weird. But what is strange, she can't say why.

Most of the people are still ignorant of the rules that the Demon Lord said, and they haven't figured out what Ash is. What does it mean to eat.

At this moment, a sudden scream caused everyone to look to the west. The female correction dressed in the uniform of the disciple of the Imperial Sword Pavilion covered her mouth and looked into the distance with frightened eyes.

The nun didn't speak again, and the others had to look at it again. I saw that in the westernmost part of the clearing, there was a gray mist, and the face of a handsome disciple faintly appeared on the mist.

"Senior Sister Ji, what's wrong?what's wrong?" Zheng Shu, who had not left the female cultivator for a moment, was nervously asking back and forth. He held the sword in his hand and guarded it tightly, forcing the unknown disciples around him back more than three feet.

Zheng ...... Brother. The junior sister surnamed Ji put her hand down, raised her head and looked at the other party timidly: "That fog." Just put that fellow Taoist ...... Ate ......"

"Senior Sister Ji. Who do you say is ...... Eaten?"

After hearing this, most of the disciples nearby showed skeptical expressions, but Zheng Shu's expression suddenly became nervous.

He has been following Bai Qi for many years, and he has long seen something unusual from his senior brother's words and deeds. After Senior Sister Ling Zi was sent away, he was even more by Senior Sister Ji's side. Not a step away. But if it's such a terrible situation. It's safer to be by my brother's side.

Touched the hooked nose. Zheng Shu pulled her Senior Sister Ji towards Bai Qi's side.

As soon as he stood still, he looked at the fog, and he was shocked to break out in a cold sweat. hurriedly grabbed Senior Sister Ji's hand.

The mist with the face of a handsome monk unfolded mercilessly to both sides when it came into contact with another disciple of the Spirit Heart Pavilion who was kneeling on the ground, and swallowed the disciple one by one.

The open space, which was originally quite quiet, suddenly boiled like boiling water, and the people who witnessed the whole process of devouring the disciples immediately became agitated. Especially the original few nuns who were crying, as if they had found an outlet, let go of their throats and screamed.

The screams of these female cultivators were extremely penetrating, at least Mu Xici was so painful to hear them.

Rubbing her temples, she looked at the mist carefully again, and released her senses.

Although she knew in advance that this strange fog would swallow people, she didn't expect it to be just a cloud of fog and move so neatly.

Just in case, her divine consciousness did not plunge into the fog all at once, but circled around the fog, and did not try, just sensed it quietly.

Suddenly retracting his senses, Mu Xici frowned strangely. But before she could figure it out, she hurriedly turned around and avoided the comer.

However, the disciple to her left was not so lucky, and was hit by someone who came and fell to the ground on all fours. When the disciple got up angrily and tried to judge, he shrank back in fright.

"Ugly monster, why are you?"

Before anyone saw it, they heard it. Mu Xici almost didn't have to think about it to guess who the person was. Except for Miss Su, no one will call her that.

"Su Daoyou. ”

"Have you seen Senior Brother Painting?" After cutting her hair and straightening her clothes, Su Yan was looking at each other.

It seems that this unlucky disciple was directly ignored by Miss Su.

"The disciples of Shuiyun Pavilion are all over there......"

Mu Xici just sighed and didn't show the way, when he saw Su Yan with a happy face blowing over like a gust of wind.

"Brother Painting! I just came across a strange mist that can swallow people. Even Master's Fuya didn't work, and I wasted the secret technique given by my master. ”

Su Yan was like a little pet who wanted to be rewarded by her owner, chattering around Huayi about what she had encountered. A trance makes people feel that the expression looks like Xiaoice.

If it weren't for the urgency of the situation, Mu Xici really wanted to sigh for Su Yan. Miss Su is arrogant and domineering, but when she faces Huayi, she suddenly has a good temperament, and suddenly the girl's heart overflows.

Shaking her head, her gaze passed directly through Su Yan and looked at Tingshuang and Ling Zi, who had just returned to the team. I don't know what Bai Qi has planned, and what the two of them have discovered.

But now, she has to find an opportunity to get away from the crowd and try that method.

Just as Mu Xi was thinking about it, someone had already beckoned to her earnestly.

"Chakusha has a lot of attainments in formations, so let's take a look at whether this formation is suitable. ”

It seems that this person is still obsessed with what happened before, and he is not willing to let her go at all. Mu Xici turned around and raised his eyebrows at first sight.

Who said that Shuiyun Pavilion and Imperial Sword Pavilion are not against each other. It's only been a long time, Zhou Xianyun is like Bai Qi is as good as a family, and even exaggerated the single knife that mentions Bai Qi.

Mu Xici was going to find an excuse to push it away, but after thinking about it, he walked over again.

In fact, her research on formations has not stopped at the fur stage, and it cannot be described as attainments at all. But that doesn't stop her from learning from it. She did have a lot of doubts and couldn't figure it out.

"Since you understand, come and take a look. Tingshuang's voice was as hoarse as ever, but at this time she opened her eyes that had been closed.

With just a glance, Mu Xici turned his gaze away. She was calm on her face, but she was a little surprised in her heart. Unexpectedly, this Tingshuang turned out to be a person with heavy pupils, and she thought that the other party was like this because she was blind.

Listening to the frost's array, beside a kneeling Lingxin Pavilion disciple.

The formation is quite similar to Tingshuang's personality, not dragging mud and water at all, only drawing a boxy formation with aura. Because there is evil qi swimming on the ground from time to time, this formation is actually quite eye-catching.

She didn't know exactly what was drawn on it, but it looked like a bondage formation. Following the trajectory of the drift of the mist, it was the next disciple's turn.

"Maybe. Mu Xici nodded noncommittally, neither in favor nor against, and did not intend to make any constructive comments.

"Ugly...... Mu Xici, you can't understand it, right? Su Yan happened to follow Hua Yi and walked over, and she couldn't get used to Mu Xici's expression as if she knew everything, so her tone was really not much better.

"In that case, why don't you take a look at it?" Mu Xici said and gave up the direction where he was, and made a gesture of please by the way.

If He Juan was present at this time, she would definitely interpret Mu Xici's movements perfectly. The meaning of this action can be put in the most concise words, that is, you can do it.

Of course, Miss Su didn't know how to form, she glared at the other party angrily, and was worried that she would not perform well in front of Senior Brother Painting, so she struggled for a while and didn't answer again.

In fact, Mu Xici didn't bother to do this verbal dispute with Su Yan at all.

It's just that in extraordinary times, there are elite disciples of various factions around here, and each person represents each faction. Losing people does not lose the battle, she represents Sanqing Pavilion, and she can't appear too weak and short-breathed.

There was a commotion in the field, and the disciples of each sect who cultivated to the higher level were persuading and suppressing them one by one. I don't know what the effect will be, but Mu Xici glanced back and found that most of the disciples of the Sanqing Pavilion were in peace, so he continued to wait and see what they planned to do with Tingshuang.

After the gray mist was close enough to the Spirit Heart Pavilion disciple, Tingshuang changed a few gestures in the air, and held it up with one hand. The aura that had been on the surface of the potential was stirred up, enveloping the mist in it.

The mist in the formation seemed to be unconscious, still with two resentful faces, just staring at the target who was about to merge into them.

The aura fluctuations of the mist continued to increase, and Ling Zi's saber was unsheathed with a bang.

Standing on the side of the formation, Ling Zi, who had a long sword in his hand, showed a different kind of fierceness. This fierceness almost overshadowed her brightness and movingness, making people really realize that this was a sword cultivator, not a weak woman with an empty face.

The moment the mist separated, the Shadow Bearing Sword in Ling Zixian's hand entered through the gap exposed by the formation. The white light at the tip of the sword flowed, and after forcing into the formation, it attacked the gray mist like thunder.

Ling Zi failed to defeat the enemy with one move, but he cooperated with Tingshuang tacitly, and kept entering and exiting the formation. The mist had already opened its fangs and wanted to devour people, but it was repeatedly interrupted by Ling Zi.

Even if Mu Xici was not a sword cultivator, he had never seen a few pure sword cultivators, but he felt that Ling Zi's sword was indeed extraordinary.

Because other people use swords, just swords. But Ling Zi used a sword, but it gave people the feeling that she herself had merged into the sword and had become a sword.

This feeling is very subtle, and there is an idea that flashes through Mu Xici's mind, but he fails to grasp it.

Within a few dozen breaths, the gray mist had changed from thick at the beginning to thin now. It seems that the dissipation of the fog is nothing more than a sure thing.

But just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, the mist suddenly let out a sharp and terrible cry. The mist on both sides of Ben scattered merged with all his strength, swallowing the disciples on the ground into it. (To be continued.) )