"What we saw yesterday, is it all sand?" The mist breath was uncertain, and asked Feng Ning, "How can there be a cultivation realm, such a strange place, I thought it was just a demon cultivator?" ”

"The people in that city should have been killed by Demon Cultivators." Feng Ning said lightly, his voice was very soft, and there was a faint sadness.

"Demon cultivator? Isn't the West originally the territory of demon cultivation? Misty looked confused, in the direction of the city behind him.

It seems to see that the yellow sand began to gather and stand up again, slowly forming cities and streets, and the figures inside are slowly increasing, floating aimlessly on the streets, one moment bright, one moment dark.

"I've read in Master's collection that in the past, the west was the same as the southeast, north and south, and it was not a territory exclusive to demon cultivators, and before the west was occupied by demon cultivators, this should have been a very prosperous city."

Feng Ning patiently explained.

"And after the store heard the demon cultivator, his expression became very strange, maybe it was because of this that he would let us go."

"It's scary." Misty Breath turned his head and no longer looked behind him, "Why is there a demon cultivator in the world?" ”

"It's just a difference in beliefs." Feng Ning smiled, "Not all demon cultivators are bad, they are just unlucky, and all the demon cultivators they encounter have lost their conscience and have been slaughtered." ”

"They must be very unwilling in their hearts, that's why they have such a big grudge, attached to the yellow sand, and warned everyone who passed by here." Misty Breath thought for a moment and asked again, "But Feng Ning, how do you know that the danger of the Fog Sect is related to demon cultivation?" ”

"Do you still have to guess?" Feng Ning smiled even more happily, "Because of my master's existence, among the righteous path monks, they are as harmonious as a family, only the demon cultivators, every once in a while, they will be ready to move." ”

"No wonder." Misty sighed, "So that's because of that." ”

A few days later.

"Feng Ning, if we don't come out, will we be like them, turning into yellow sand?" The voice of the mist was tired, and the eyes were desperate.

"No, because we've come out." Feng Ning said affirmatively.

The further west, the more difficult the conditions.

Because of the city where the yellow sand gathered last time, the two didn't dare to find a place to settle down.

Although you can still see some trees occasionally, they are only dead wood.

Now the place where they walked was no different from the desert, even more dangerous than the desert, and the occasional demonic beast seemed to be affected by the smell of blood in the air, and they pounced on and bit people when they saw them.

In this case, the nerves will always be tense, and the spiritual power and divine consciousness have reached the point of exhaustion.

"Feng Ning, do you think we're going to die here?" Misty looked down, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked you to come with me." ”

"Don't think about it, you're too tired these days, when we get to Tianwu Valley, we'll be fine with a good rest." Feng Ning freed up a hand to hold the mist.

The fingers are cold, the lips are chapped, it is said that even if the monk's cultivation is low, he will not become like this because of the lack of water, it seems that the combat effectiveness of the monk of the Mist Sect is low, it is really not a rumor.

Mist Breath has been cultivating for decades, and she looks only a little better than ordinary people, how could she escape to the Lingshan Sect when someone was chasing and killing her?

"Feng Ning, thank you" Mist's eyes slowly closed, and his body leaned back, the whole person was like a kite with a broken line, drawing a wonderful line in the air.

Feng Ning looked back and caught her before the fog was about to make contact with the ground.

"It's so stubborn, I can't hold on, why don't you say it?"

Tianwu Valley, strictly speaking, is not actually a valley, just to shield the yellow sand, the monks themselves fenced it with stones, a city like a valley, and it is also one of the few cities in the west that is not occupied by demon cultivators.

I don't know how long I've been asleep, and it feels like a thousand years.

A voice whispered to her in the mist's ear.

"Son, wake up."

The voice was old, but very kind, much like her father and mother, and the feeling she gave her was very reassuring.

But hasn't she been away from home for a long time? Hurry with Feng Ning, right Feng Ning

Misty opened her eyes and found herself lying on the soft quilt, an old man with white hair and white beard, looking at her with a smile, the wrinkles on his face were about to crumple into a chrysanthemum.

"Elder" Misty remembered that his father had said that the elder seemed to be the most aged person in the entire cultivation realm.

"You are the daughter of the current Sect Master of the Mist Sect?" Without waiting for the fog breath's answer, the fog Yan said to himself, "After the body is raised, go back, the danger of the fog sect has now been resolved." ”

"Really?" The mist breath felt incredible, but the elder was the one who was the most accurate in the entire fog sect, so there should be no mistake, so he asked again, "Father said that the future of the sect is unknown, and I hope the elder can make a fortune for the sect." ”

After saying that, Misty Breath took out something from his mouth, which turned out to be the cloth that was chased and eaten in the beginning.

The future is unpredictable, and for ordinary people, it is a normal thing, but for the Fog Sect, this kind of sect that specializes in prediction and divination, it is really a big deal.

Every hundred years, the Fog Sect will make predictions about the cultivation realm and the sect, and if there is a major disaster, it will prepare in advance.

Predicting the future, this kind of thing is actually like poison, when you taste the sweetness once, you will pounce on it without hesitation.

This hundred years of bad luck, not only was it not measured, but the sect was also invaded by demon cultivators, which was almost a blow to the Fog Sect.

"Now, there are only two ways for the Fog Sect to go, either retreat or advance. If you retreat, you must retreat cleanly, and if you enter, you must have the determination to break the kettle and sink the boat. After Wu Yan finished speaking, the person seemed to be a little older, and the hand holding the cloth became tighter and tighter.

"The female doll that was sent to you, wooing her can increase a glimmer of life."

"Wind condensation?" The fog breath searched all over the house, but he didn't find Feng Ning's figure, "Elder, where is Feng Ning?" ”

"It turns out that her name is Feng Ning." Wu Yan closed his eyes, and his fingers quickly calculated.

"Poof." The mist covered his heart, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

"Elder, what's wrong with you?" Misty Breath hurriedly ran over to help him.

Wu Yan sat down on the chair and stabilized the tumbling spiritual power in his body before staring thoughtfully at his palm.

The girl's face looks very not simple, this is still the cultivation realm, and the second one he can't count out of the calendar at all, the first one is Yu Changshu.

"What is the relationship between her and the Imperial Ancestor of the Lingshan Sect?" Misty asked affirmatively.

"She's the apprentice of the Imperial Ancestor." Misty said happily, "If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have been able to get here." ”

"No wonder." Wu Yan sighed, the smile on his face became brighter and brighter, but his eyes turned a few times.

Out of the house, the fog finally saw Feng Ning.