The white sand and dust are like an evil dragon rising into the sky, magnificent and hideous. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The figures of Wu Liangfeng and Qiu Yue flew towards the cloud of sand, like a grass canopy swept by the wind.

There is a vision, that is, there is really a monster, Shi Jin's body instantly became larger, and he chased after Wu Liangfeng. He wanted to know which monster was more terrifying than himself.

Chen Da also chased after him in an instant, Yang Chun wanted to move, but was stopped by Zhu Wu.

"Brother Song, he..."

"We don't know what's going on, we need to keep our hands back, we can't put everyone on top."

Yang Chun stood still, watching Shi Jin and Chen Da pounce and rush towards the sky-high saloon.

Qiu Yue pulled Wu Liangfeng, trying not to let him be lost in front of his eyes, and his body saw the situation on the ground at the moment when he was involved in the dust.

There was a man standing there, wrapped in a black cloak, like a ghost, and the only thing she could see clearly was that the man had a scarlet mouth. That red isn't applied by any lip gloss, and no lip gloss can be applied like that.

Because, that's touching the red lips with the blood that just flowed.

The man was slightly surprised, and was swept into the dust and disappeared.

Shi Jin and Chen Da arrived, and the huge beast paw swung towards the cloud of sand.

"Boom!"

The beast's paws collided with the dust, stirring up the sand and dust to splash out like rain.

But the salon is still spinning, wanting to compete with the heavenly princess!

I can't see the figures of Wu Liangfeng and Qiu Yue, I can't see it!

Shi Jin and Chen Da screamed angrily and continued to hit, their claws moving like the wind, fast, faster, densely slamming towards the salon in front of them.

The white dragon began to slow down, slower and slower, and then, two figures, flew out of the dust.

The corners of Qiu Yue's mouth had overflowed with donated blood, and Wu Liangfeng was already unconscious.

Shi Jin and Chen Da continued to attack wildly, the sand and dust slowly shrank, and a handful of sand seemed to suddenly spill from people's hands, floating in the autumn wind.

Dust and sand like a dragon, but only a handful of sand, not more, only less than this.

Shi Jin and Chen Da saw the black shadow after the dust dispersed, and the corner of the man's mouth also overflowed with blood, pulling out a sinuous blood mark at the corner of his lips.

"Hey......

The laughter was low and gloomy.

"You can't escape."

Shi Jin looked at the person covered by the black cloak in front of him, and said in a deep voice, his words were full of anger, because Wu Liangfeng, not Song Jiang, I don't know what means he used, and life and death are uncertain.

"Do you hate me for killing that man?" The man in black pointed to Wu Liangfeng, who was unconscious.

Shi Jin stepped forward, step by step, his claws turned horizontally, and his animalistic fingertips shone with a stunning light.

The man in black dodged backwards, dodging Shi Jin's attack in one step.

"I didn't kill him, you killed him, hehe..."

"Isn't it sad to kill your brother with your own hands? Hey..."

Shi Jin continued to pursue, he wanted to kill the person in front of him!

The man in black dodged Shi Jin's attack, reached out and touched the blood on the corner of his mouth, not on his fingers, but on his lips, bright red as blood, because it was blood.

"You can't escape!"

Shi Jin swooped down, faster.

"I didn't hide because it was getting late!"

It was already late, and there was no need for him to say it, anyone who opened his eyes could see it, but the man in black said it and told Shi Jin very solemnly that it was getting late.

In late autumn, in the mountains, it is getting late.

There's nothing wrong with it, but that's when it happens.

In late autumn, it is natural to have fog at night, but it is not common sense that the mountains and forests that were originally foggy were suddenly shrouded in white fog.

Shi Jin rushed over, there was no one for a long time, and in front of him was a white mist like milk, and he was in the white world.

When Zhu Wu felt that something was wrong, the white mist was shrouded, and he only had time to hold Yang Chun's hand.

"Don't move, lean over slowly."

The two were so close that they could hear each other's breathing, but they couldn't see each other.

After all, it's still a trick!

"Hold hands, don't move, call Brother Shixiu."

Because, they remembered that Shi Xiu was beside them, called a few times, they heard each other's voices, and tried to walk together, step by step, one by one, but they didn't come together. There were a few times when he clearly heard each other's breathing, right in front of him, but he stretched out his hand, but he couldn't touch it, and after going around like this several times, Zhu Wu's heart sank, because he knew that his group of people had been completely trapped in this white mist, and if he couldn't find a way to crack it, then he might be trapped here.

"Don't even move!"

Zhu Wu shouted.

"If you hear the words, report your name in half an hour, be careful of sneak attacks!"

"Shi Xiu!"

"Shi Jin!"

"Chen Da!"

"Tianshou!"

"Autumn Moon!"

Each reported their own names, indicating that they were not harmed for the time being.

People are not far away, but why can't they touch each other when they can hear sounds? Zhu Wu, pondering, but had no answer, so he could only go to someone who had experienced the previous battle and ask.

"How is Brother Song?"

"I'm unconscious, and my breath is weak."

"How did you get hurt?"

Qiu Yue pondered for a moment and said, "At first, we were swept up and didn't suffer much damage, but then we felt that fists kept hitting us, and more and more, more and more densely, we dodged, couldn't resist, and were injured!" ”

Shi Jin heard it well in the white mist, his palms clenched, Chen Da stood up and sat down, and the ground was trampled into a pit by his feet.

"Brother Chen and I did it."

"You are also eager to save people's hearts."

Zhu Wu comforted, but he had more doubts in his heart, if the other party's ability was a countershock, then it should be Shi Jin and Chen Da who were injured, but those two were fine, which meant that only those who were caught in the whirlwind would be injured by external forces.

However, if it weren't for Shi Jin and Chen Da's attacks, the whirlwind would not have stopped, and Wu Liangfeng and Qiu Yue would not have been able to come out.

So now the question arises.

Has this ability been harmed? And is this white mist his ability, or is there another helper?

Now that they are completely divided by each other, they have no way to support each other, the only fortunate thing is that he and Wu Liangfeng have someone around them to protect them, and they can deal with it for the time being.

The night should be deep, as deep as ink, for today there is only the first quarter moon, and there is not much light, but now, before their eyes are white, white as smoke.

At night, white, white were six groups of torn people, surrounded by dense forests, thorns, thick bushes, and they couldn't move.

Zhu Wu and the others could only wait in place, waiting for the dawn, or waiting for the caster's ability to run out, of course, during this period, Zhu Wu might think of a solution.

Because of the lessons of Qiu Yue and Wu Liangfeng, Zhu Wu did not dare to rashly let Shi Jin and the others take action, and did not say any countermeasures.

"Brother Zhu, what should we do?"

"Wait!"

"Wait until when!"

"Wait until the fog clears!"

"What if the fog doesn't clear!"

"The fog will lift, it will!"

Chen Da was anxious and asked a few questions, and Zhu Wu replied categorically, as if he knew that the fog would disperse.

Chen Da didn't speak, and Yang Chun said in a low voice: "Wait for the caster to attack Brother Shixiu, but in that case, how many of us will be alive?" ”

Zhu Wu whispered and lamented, only Yang Chun could hear it, because Yang Chun's words were the way he dealt with it at the moment, Shi Xiu was the breakthrough, but how much is such a probability, excluding all factors, purely from a mathematical point of view, it is a one-sixth probability, if the other party knows their bottom line, then their chances of survival are ......

Zero!

But Zhu Wu believes that he can come up with a way before these people die, and he will definitely be able to come up with a way!

The night was quiet, and the white fog in front of me was flowing, like flowing water, just moving, without a fixed direction, going out and coming back.

Zhu Wu stared at the scene in front of him, and he thought of a possibility, an extremely unlikely possibility.

……

The twilight is heavy, and there is still a little bit of light in the sky.

Cai Jing had been sitting in front of the sign for two hours, still cold and windy.

Lu Qian stood in front of the sign, he didn't know what Lord Cai was hesitating or wondering?

"My lord, we..."

"Shh

Lu Qian shut up, Cai Jing stood up, and looked at the mountains and forests in the distance, the layers of forests were stacked, and the ups and downs were like a landscape painting splashed with heavy ink.

He didn't see the white sand and dust dragon that went straight into the sky in the distance, and in fact, with the distance from Zhu Wu and the others with this sign, he should have seen it, but he didn't see it, Lu Qian didn't see it, and of course they didn't hear any movement.

Cai Jing looked at the mountain in front of him, looked carefully, he felt that this mountain was different from what he saw during the day, very different, he didn't understand why the feeling of day and night was different, so he wanted to see it.

In his previous life, he wrote good words, did good paintings, and the way of qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, he dabbled in a wide range and studied deeply, so he looked at the mountain is not a mountain, but the mountain is a mountain.

Lu Qian was also watching, following Cai Jing's eyes, he wanted to see what this old man saw, but he saw the black midwinter mountain shape, and he didn't even see the phrase "like a creeping beast".

After a long time, Cai Jing sighed, sat down dejectedly, and sat on the ground.

"We..."

"Let's wait, wait for dawn."

After Cai Jing finished speaking, he closed his eyes, in the eyes of outsiders, he was already asleep, only he knew that his mind was the mountain shape that he remembered when he saw the mountain before, one by one, but it was different!

……

Be good as a stream!

This is the principle of being a man, and it is also the principle of doing things, and it sounds good,

He memorized a lot of the Dharma, but he never recited the sutras to transcend it, because he knew that the scriptures could not transcend the souls of the dead.

But he thinks there is a good word in the Buddhist language.

Follow!

So he chose to avoid the mountain and walk towards the heavenly path.

This road is not much better than that one, and it still looks desolate, probably because it is newly opened.

The moon-white monk's robe has been stained with dust, even if he doesn't want to, he can't walk on the dirt road in the countryside, just like being in the rivers and lakes, he can't help himself, not to mention that he is in the water margin!

Clothes are stained with dust, and the Buddha's heart is stained with dust, how can this wind and dust from the Water Margin be avoided!

The bamboo cane struck the ground with a muffled sound.

The old hat obscures the eyes ahead, but the road under your feet can still be seen.

The bamboo cane made no sound, and the monk's footsteps stopped, like a blind man's crutch did not reach the ground, so he did not dare to advance.

It was, as it were, that the bamboo cane was not on the ground, but on a pair of shoes.

It was a pair of cloth shoes, gray and white, and although it was dark at night, he could see it.

The monk raised his head slightly, the hat was still on his head, but he saw the costume of the man in front of him, an old robe, dark blue, but because of the old, there were white spots with whitewashed white spots.

What's more, this kind of clothing is already worn by very few people.

He didn't look at his face because he didn't want to be seen by the other party.

"You're in my way."

"You hit me in the foot."

The monk put away the bamboo cane, nodded his head in apology, and prepared to walk around.

The person in front did not move, and stretched out his arm in front of the monk's face.

"It's not going to work."

The monk stood still, looking at the blocking arm in front of him.

The night breeze drummed slightly, swirling between the two, blowing the robes with a grin.

A brand, two roads, the three parties have different choices. Zhu Wu and others were in a puzzle, the monk encountered a person blocking the way, only Cai Jing stopped in front of the card and realized!

The same night, different moods, the only thing that is the same is the killing intent in the night wind!

The killing intent is growing!

PS: What's inside the mountain? Big mountains, of course!