The rules of operation in the hidden realm are not perfect, and they all rely on the host monk to draw heaven and earth aura or parasitic magic weapons to support.

For example, the spirit where the lying hill is located was originally created by the powerful immortals, independent of Shengzhou, but it is a world of its own. Rivers, mountains and rivers, the sun, moon and stars, the stars are moving, and Shengzhou is no different.

And the medicine field given to Yang Jun by Woqiu, because Yin and Yang Ruyi Jue is a spiritual weapon of the immortal family, and it has the function of gathering the aura of heaven and earth to absorb its essence, and it is a scene full of vitality.

The Mist Hidden Realm was rebellious to the previous host's True Sense of Enlightenment, which was originally not very suitable, and it was abandoned for hundreds of years, and it was even more twilight, to the point that it could barely support the entire Hidden Realm.

Yang Jun's cultivation is low, and his breath is also weak, and his ability to cause shocks to the hidden realm is very limited.

Mu Yizhen and Qingyun Zhenren are both first-class powerful cultivators in Shengzhou, and it is really difficult for them to withstand such coercion after being separated from the Misty Hidden Realm of Offering for a long time.

Qingyun Zhenren had to give up.

Yang Jun walked downstream along the river bank, only to see the mist curling on the water surface, and the weeds on the bank, but he could not hear the sound of gurgling water, and this layer of mist made the ground under his feet and the grass close at hand want to be covered with a veil, hazy and unclear.

Even the light of the spirit bead could not penetrate this layer of mist.

The whole world seems to have a faint light only around me.

If he wasn't sure that his eyes were fine, Yang Jun would almost think that a membrane had grown out of thin air on his eye.

I couldn't see everything in front of me clearly, let alone the mountains and jungles in the distance.

The fog made people feel dull, and the absolute silence made people's spirits extremely concentrated, and Yang Jun was full of spiritual consciousness to explore the surrounding mountains and forests. But it is like a stone ox entering the sea, and there is no repercussion.

Compared with the foggy mountains and forests, which seem to hide countless dangers, Yang Jun still chooses to continue walking along the relatively calm river.

In an unfamiliar environment, people's alertness is inevitably higher.

The air around me was humid and sticky, making it feel a little stuffy. The weather in the depths of winter should be wet and cold, but Yang Jun didn't feel cold at all, but his palms were slightly hot, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

Fever?

This feeling is especially strong on the right-hand side.

Yang Jun, who was walking, suddenly felt a tremor, as if he had been pricked by a needle somewhere connected to his heart.

He raised his left hand, and the thin red line on the psychic bead between them had returned to its vertical form at some point.

"Qingyun real ......?" Yang Jun pinched the psychic bead, revealing a puzzled expression. "Could it be that they haven't noticed I'm missing yet?"

Looking up at the sky, gray and foggy, Yang Jun felt a little frustrated.

"This thing is really, I can't tell at any point in time."

In a world without clocks, Yang Jun also learned to rely on the sky to judge the time, and he could basically guess from the position of the sun or moon.

But in this hidden world where there are no eggs, any skill is.

Yang Jun raised his hand to grab the broken hair on his forehead with some annoyance, but he forgot for a moment that he was combing his hair in a neat bun. When I felt the neat sideburns, I had to put my hand down. Thinking about going back and searching for a gadget that could keep time.

Some monks also have no day or moon when they cultivate, and they don't know what day or night it is, so some people have come up with a small magic weapon to record the time, which is about the same size as a watch, and it is impossible to say how accurate it is, and it is not bad to be able to roughly distinguish the twelve hours.

The corner of his eye inadvertently swept to the palm of his hand with a little red glow, and he hurriedly turned his palm over.

The shape of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife was imprinted on the palm of the hand, and at this time, it was really like a brand, and it still had a red light after being melted.

The palm is hot, it turns out that it is because of this!

Yang Jun didn't know what was so particular about it, so he summoned the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife out and carried it horizontally in front of him with one hand.

The dark blade and the dazzlingly white blade, like sunlight, instantly broke through the fog and clearly displayed in front of Yang Jun's eyes. He could even see the fine lines on the blade and the white blade, tight and coherent. The smooth lines are refreshing to see in the eyes that can make people with obsessive-compulsive disorder feel healed.

The difference is that the blade is deep and dark, the momentum is restrained, and the cold light on the blade flashes, showing its sharpness.

The white light shining on the blade made Yang Jun's eyes light up, and the right hand holding the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife trembled slightly.

The heart said that this is not my hand shaking, Yang Jun looked at the ten thousand butcher knife and his expression changed.

The Ten Thousand Butcher Knife is a spiritual magic weapon, and Yang Jun knew the temper of this treasure knife from the first time he saw it. So he believed that the vision of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife did not appear for nothing.

However, except for the first time when this knife came out of the arsenal, it rarely played the uncle's temper. Yang Jun looked at the dense fog in the distance, pursed his lips, but his expression became more and more solemn.

In the Hidden Realm of Mist, I'm afraid there is something in it that interests the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife, right?

Mu Yizhen put away the psychic beads and stood in front of the stone wall with his hands in his hands. It seems that he has lowered his eyelids and wants to squint, but in fact, he has been staring at the square inch under his feet, not knowing what he is thinking.

Qingyun Zhenren was not as calm as him, pacing back and forth in the corridor in front of him.

He was born in a big family, and he has been in charge of the etiquette and discipline of Wendao Hall for hundreds of years, and his behavior is all first-class and imposing, and he is a little worried in his heart, but he can't see it in his actions.

"Senior Brother Mu Yi, you said that we have been out for so long, shouldn't we go back?" Qingyun Zhenren stood still in front of Mu Yizhen, "We can't enter this hidden realm, and we can't help if there is one." ”

"Alas, whether it's a blessing or a curse, I can only let that kid go."

If you want Mu Yizhen to say that he, a junior brother, is worried too much.

raised his eyelids and glanced at Qingyun Zhenren calmly: "Senior brother, are you afraid that Chen Jianwei will be making trouble in Jiangyuntai again?" Don't worry, he is fighting with Wang Wei now, and he can't tell his mind. ”

In fact, what Mu Yizhen wants to say more is that Chen Jianwei is a stunned man, he is not young, his IQ has not grown, and he has lost his temper for so many years.

Qingyun Zhenren can't take Chen Jianwei, this person is just a copper pea that can't be fried, and he can't open it no matter how he knocks it. Fortunately, he has a bit of talent in martial arts cultivation and can have today's status.

As for why Chen Jianwei hadn't been killed by someone when his cultivation was not high in the first hundred years of cultivation, Qingyun Zhenren could only say that this junior disciple was really lucky.

"Senior brother, you're going to have a fork," Qingyun Zhenren waved his hand, "It's not this that I'm worried about. ”

Chen Jianwei shouted that Mu Yizhen was not effective in guarding Wang Yue last time, and this time he had to interrogate Wang Wei himself. It happened that Qingyun Zhenren flipped through the book and found some information, so he asked Mu Yizhen to throw Wang Wei to Chen Jianwei, and the two of them came to this bloody cultivation place.

Mu Yizhen opened his eyes this time and looked at Qingyun Zhenren: "Then, the junior brother is worried about this person." ”

Mu Yizhen didn't use a questioning tone, because he knew Qingyun Zhenren's personality, and he didn't have to think about it.

"No," Qingyun Zhenren nodded, "I think, this person has been hovering here for several years, and he hasn't moved, presumably because he hasn't found the Misty Hidden Realm yet." And we haven't appeared in Qianyuntai for a long time, if he has a heart, he can always find out. In this way, wouldn't it expose the matter of the hidden realm......"

Before, there was no wind in the Fog Hidden Realm, but now Chu Ke has ten thousand butcher knives in his hand, opening the Hidden Realm and opening the door. The hidden realm with a host will not open at will, but the current mist hidden realm is in a state of no host, and the entrance is probably not only the one in front of them.

"I'm worried that the news has leaked and someone else has been involved. Chu Ke cultivated as lowly and was taken first. ”

Mu Yizhen shook his head: "Senior brother, your temperament can't be changed for hundreds of years!" ”

Qingyun Zhenren was really a little anxious, seeing that he had said so much, this senior brother still looked calm and unconcerned, and the topic could still turn to himself, and he couldn't help but sigh deeply.

Thinking of Mu Yizhen's style of acting again, he suddenly straightened his back and asked, "Senior Brother Mu Yi, you have already made arrangements?" ”

Mu Yizhen still shook his head, and the words he said still made Qingyun Zhenren frustrated: "I can't believe anyone now, how can I let anyone arrange anything?" ”

Although it was Yin Gefeng's disciples who first discovered the location of this blood pool, and Bi Ge Fu was the first to stand up and say that there was a traitor in the Xuantian Gate, Mu Yizhen couldn't exclude Bi Ge Fu from the suspected crowd for a while.

One of the consequences of Mu Yizhenren's taking charge of the Torture Hall was that he was quite suspicious.

Although there has been no major problem in Xuantianmen in the past few hundred years, in some trivial matters that seem trivial to Mu Yizhen, some disciples can also rack their brains for how to escape punishment, and they are full of wisdom, which is simply eye-opening to him.

Now that he encounters such a major event, Mu Yizhen will inevitably think more.

Will Bi Ge be a thief shouting to catch a thief and divert his attention? Yan Yi is usually silent, could it be that Taoguang is obscure?

In particular, in the matter of blood cultivation, this person first destroyed Wang Yue's mouth, and then found that it might expose the location of the mole, so he preemptively burned the blood pool, exposing the corpses of ninety disciples.

The ruthlessness of his actions made Mu Yizhen feel a deep chill at the same time.

This person who is hidden behind the scenes is likely to be the senior brother who has been with him for hundreds of years. Mu Yizhen shuddered when he thought about it, and suddenly no one dared to believe it. Even, isn't it possible that the steward of the Torture Hall is also involved in blood cultivation?

The only two exceptions are Qingyun Zhenren and Chen Jianwei.

He has a deep friendship with Qingyun Zhenren, and he has no doubts in his heart, and besides, he, a junior brother, loves to worry, but he is also a little timid. Chen Jianwei is stupid, Mu Yizhen believes that he can't do so many things.

Qingyun Zhenren couldn't guess what his always dignified senior brother was thinking, but he agreed with the previous sentence that he didn't dare to believe easily: "This is also-"

Before the word "yes" could be spoken, Qingyun Zhenren stroked his beard's hand and paused: "What person?" (To be continued.) )