"Chang Li, the black smoke on their bodies ......" Seeing this scene, Fu Sihan's face suddenly changed. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info His techniques have always been more refined than those of his peers, and the last time he missed the enemy's seemingly solvable Black Mist Man, he was full of consternation, and now he ......

His eyes were dark and indistinct.

That night, Changli had some speculation, saying that it was difficult to suppress the black mist people with magic techniques, and it was necessary to use some martial arts to subdue them. Now, it was just a small amount of smoke, and he condensed the ice mist and turned it into an ice blade, trying to refrain from cutting, this strange black smoke could actually make his spell empty.

Could it be that this light smoke has something to do with the black fog?

As if knowing what he was thinking, the movements in his hands kept leaving the afterglow, and his tone was light: "I think we can now be sure that the strange black fog that night is indeed human." ”

This sentence was like a thunderbolt, and the muffled sound exploded in Fu Sihan's mind, and he glanced at the unconscious people on the straw mat in front of him in horror, and couldn't help but take a step back before the general stabilized his figure.

Black Mist...... person

Muttering in his mouth, his thoughts were mixed, his lowered eyes looked fixedly at the pale and stiff face of the dead man above his body like black water, mobilizing his divine sense, gathering in his eyes, under the pale like aquatic plants, the slightest black, against the background of the dark blue at the moment, it was even more terrifying.

The body is like that, how can the head be fine?

However, these people sleep peacefully, and they don't even notice these strange things in their bodies.

His eyelids jumped, and he hurriedly pressed it with his hand, and couldn't help but think of the uncontrollable sleepiness that day at that moment, isn't it, if he falls asleep at that time, he will also become like these people, and in the end, he will eventually become a monster with no body and no sense?

His expression was full, at the beginning, he was just a black fog man, and he and Liluo were almost about to die. But now, almost half of the people in Pingcheng are lying here motionless, if they become monsters......

The cold ice on the swallowtail light paint fan suddenly dissipated, Fu Sihan let go slightly, withdrew most of his spiritual power, and a small amount turned into thousands of wisps, throwing out the fan, controlling it to flip up and down on the black smoke.

Perhaps, because they came in time, these people have not completely transformed, Fu Sihan, who was not very accustomed to Qimen weapons and did not have much hope for himself and was ready to make a desperate bet, actually used that fan to cut off one of the wisps of black smoke very neatly.

It's done.

Fu Sihan was overjoyed in his heart, his subordinates' movements accelerated, and his spiritual power manipulation became more and more refined, but soon, he also discovered what Liluo had discovered: "Why are these black smoke hitting the enchantment so hard? Do they want to get out?"

Liluo glanced sideways at the street outside the door, which was already filled with pitch-black mist, casually put his fist against his forehead, rubbed his eyebrows, and responded, "These black smoke are trying to merge with that fog." Senior Brother Fu, this enchantment is still bothering you to support it a lot, I am afraid that this fog is even more strange and dangerous than the old man said last time at the beginning of the year, we must not let them flood into the medical hall. ”

Thinking of the little girl's opinion in the inn before, Fu Sihan couldn't help but glance at the dark sky outside, this fog is indeed not that simple. Seeing the little black smoke rising from the terrifying people in front of him, thinking of the black fog people he met last time, could it be that this fog outside is the fog on the black fog people?

Then it seems that these wisps of black smoke are struggling to get out, because the black fog outside wants to absorb and expand themselves?

But if this mist is its essence, what is it?

Is there such a strange demon cultivator, or is it a demon cultivator?

Everything that happened here had long since defied his common sense, and he couldn't help but say what was in his mind. I saw that after hearing it, I softened the power of my wrist, which didn't seem to be controlled by martial arts, but more like spiritual power, and the white light like a sword turned into white silk again, gently floating in the black smoke.

"Look. "Leave the fall.

"This is ......," Fu Sihan looked at in front of him with some surprise. The tip of the white silk was gently stirred, the silk rolled slightly, and the golden light fell in it, as if it was held by the white silk in the air.

"It's anger. For some reason, the little girl's voice was a little cold, "It is also known as vitality." ”

"And these black smokes. She changed her words and neatly pierced the black mist next to her with white silk, "Life and death depend on each other, and they are dead." ”

"Dead air?" Fu Sihan frowned and repeated, "Then the people here ......?"

"Dead air enters the body, for the living dead. After finishing speaking, Liluo shook his head, "No, now that the dead qi has eaten away at its vitality for a long time, these people are afraid that they will become real dead people." ”

"But since it's encroachment, why is this dead gas rolling up this anger again?"

"Because of the black fog outside, what is needed is this anger. She sneered, "That thing longs for this vigorous vitality, it longs to live, not to be destroyed by heaven and earth, to live for a long time, but it doesn't dare to go too far." So hidden, so painstaking, the anger of the people of a small earthly town, the beating, new vitality of the newborn in the world, can not satisfy it. So, it hit the two of us with its idea, oh, lone immortal cultivator, it is not a threat to kill us, but a plot, a covetous. ”

It's a pity that its movements actually stretched out to the small cities of Nanguan, which attracted the attention of many people. Her words were mixed with a sneer of disdain, and there seemed to be a hint of imperceptible hatred, "I see, it also knows that it is afraid that it will not be able to hide it, so it will no longer slowly raise those nutrients before it is completely discovered, but directly come to Tucheng to ask for it." ”

"......" Fu Sihan was so stunned by these words that he couldn't speak, and he didn't find his voice until a long time, and he was a little in a trance, "Then so, it's a ghost cultivator outside?"

Ghost cultivation, this existence that almost only exists in biographies and rarely appears in the Ningxu Continent.

Ghosts have nothing to do with sex, the three mountains are nameless, although they are not reincarnated, it is difficult to return to Pengying, and there is no place to return to them, so they stop at reincarnation.

Being angry seems to be useless for ghost cultivation, but if you want to say that these three thousand worlds, those who are so desperate to be angry are afraid that they are also ghost cultivators.

Therefore, Fu Sihan inevitably speculated like this after hearing this, but in the next second, the little girl next to him took out a roll of silk silk from her sleeve and threw it on her body.

"This painting ......" He lowered his head and looked at the scroll spread out on the ground, wasn't it the few cities she had circled according to what Ming Zimu had said?

"Senior Brother Fu thinks it must be a ghost cultivator?" Liluo didn't give him time to ask, and then said, "Senior Brother Fu simply take a good look at what the connection between these cities is. ”

Fu Sihan is not a dull person, this Pingcheng encounter, several incidents, he can be sure that the twelve or thirteen-year-old girl in front of him knows things that many people don't know. She asked him this question last time, and now that she asks again, she thinks that there is a certain connection between them, which must be something he can see.

Thinking of this, he looked at it carefully, and stopped talking several times, and finally he was not sure, "Are they all close to the sea?"

"Yes. The little girl nodded heavily.

"Yes...... What does this have to do with the sea......" Fu Sihan couldn't understand it very much, "The sea, although it is called the Evil Sea according to the ancient books, has always been calm and beautiful, close to the sea, the water and the sky are the same, the gulls and birds are flying, and the secular people have always lived and worked there in peace and contentment, how can this black fog have anything to do with this sea?"