"Your Majesty!"

Meng Fu and Wang Jian came after Ying Zheng and Bai Qi, Ying Zheng didn't say anything, just nodded slightly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"This white mist is indeed a little weird."

The deeper you go into Hangu Pass, the thicker the fog becomes. And the thin black barrier outside Ying Zheng's body, under the erosion of this white mist, emitted a trace of fluctuation from time to time.

However, while walking, Ying Zheng suddenly paused.

"Roaring ......"

A low beastly roar that seemed to come from hell echoed between the houses in Hangu Pass.

"Your Majesty, is it possible, there are already demons here?" Bai Qi frowned, and said with some worry in his heart.

The ancestor of Penglai is a monk who has existed since the Shang and Zhou dynasties, and naturally he has also seen the so-called demons.

Judging from the appearance of Penglai Ancestor, if a powerful demon clan really appears, then just the four of them may not be enough to deal with it.

Seeing that Yingzheng didn't speak, Bai Qi couldn't help but say again: "Your Majesty, the gentleman doesn't stand on the dangerous wall, it's too weird here, why don't you go to explore the way first." ”

"No, if it's really a powerful demon, it's the same if I leave or stay." Ying Zheng shook his head, his face becoming more and more solemn.

"Whoa." Bai Qi arched his hand, and then secretly gave Wang Jian and Meng Fu a look.

And Wang Jian and Meng Fu also nodded silently.

The sound was intermittent, and the closer you got to the center of Hangu Pass, the clearer the sound became, and the fog around it became thicker.

"There's something!"

Suddenly, in the thick fog, a figure appeared in a trance.

The three Bai Qi people who were guarding around Yingzheng immediately drew their swords and waited for the people in front of them.

The shadows in the white mist, swaying, stop-and-go, seemed to be unconscious.

The shadows got closer and closer, slowly walking out of the white mist. However, at the moment when the shadow walked out of the white mist, whether it was Yingzheng or Bai Qi, Gu was stunned.

A dark-haired man who looked to be in his thirties, forced his eyes, swaying.

The wide sleeves are slightly shabby, but on the surface of the clothes, there is still a trace of streamer. Obviously, it's a good treasure.

"The ancestors of Huaxia?" Ying Zheng and the others had such a thought in their hearts at the same time.

This man, whether in terms of appearance or service, did not show the slightest hint of alien taste. Not only that, but the style of the sword in this man's hand is even more like that of the Shang and Zhou dynasties in China.

It is almost certain that this man should be Chinese.

However, as a Huaxia monk, why did he come out of the path of the demon world? Could it be that this Huaxia monk has lived in the demon world for more than a thousand years?

In just an instant, several thoughts flashed through the hearts of Ying Zheng and the other four people.

The moment Ying Zheng found such a man, the man in front of him naturally discovered the four of Ying Zheng.

However, after discovering Ying Zheng and the others, the man slowly raised the sword in his hand.

"Huh!"

A black shadow, like a bolt of lightning, instantly swept through the vast white mist and rushed towards Yingzheng.

"Dang!"

With a muffled sound, Wang Jian beside Ying Zheng clenched the sword in his hand, and used all his strength to barely block the man's sword.

"Buzz!"

At the moment when Wang Jian blocked the sword in the man's hand, Meng Fu had also made a move. The sharp blade, with a piercing sound, stabbed at such a man fiercely.

However, to Meng's surprise, the man had no intention of defending himself at all, and just let the sword stab straight into his chest.

"Click!"

Meng Fu's sword was pressed against such a man's chest, and it only pierced a little, and it could no longer be pierced.

Tribulation, at least a monk at the peak of the Tribulation, can have such physical strength.

The man in front of him didn't even look at the sword inserted in his chest, and directly swung the sword in his hand again, slashing towards Wang Jian who was closest to him.

That's right, it's cut down, without the slightest skill, and without the slightest immortal power exposed, it's just the most instinctive sense of battle, which is dominating him.

"Huh!"

A black light flashed, and the Tianwen Sword in Ying Zheng's hand directly cut off the head of the man in front of him with a sword.

"Poof!"

Without a head, the man's body slowly collapsed.

Maybe he had the strength to cross the peak of the Tribulation Realm before his death, but now, except for instinct, there is no trace of immortal power fluctuations, and now it is naturally impossible to block Ying Zheng's sword.

"Your Majesty, are we Huaxia? Why is it the way it is? Wang Jian looked at the man who fell to the ground, still a little incredulous.

"He should have been dead a long time ago." Ying Zheng slowly put away the Tianwen Sword in his hand and said softly.

"Dead?" Although there was some speculation in their hearts, when Yingzheng said it, Wang Jian and Meng Fu were still not very acceptable.

Ying Zheng just wanted to say something more, but was suddenly interrupted by Bai Qi on the side.

"Your Majesty! Look! Bai Qi pointed to the head that had fallen to the side and said.

A trace of white mist slowly overflowed from between the mouth and nose of the skull. In an instant, it turned into a ball of white mist around him again.

Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts. Obviously, it was the fog that filled the surroundings that was controlling the man from before.

"Your Majesty, this place is very dangerous, please Your Majesty stand back a few points, and then hand it over to the old minister!" This time, Bai Qi's tone was much more resolute than the first time.

At the same time, Bai Qi's heart couldn't help but feel a little scared. He has the power to control this white qi, although it can't be considered a lot, but it is already a lot.

Now, seeing that this white qi actually has the power to control human corpses, Bai Qi can't help but worry about whether he will also be affected by this white qi.

However, Ying Zheng slowly grasped the hilt of the Tianwen Sword and said, "No need, it's too late to leave now." ”

Sure enough, as Yingzheng's voice fell. More and more shadows began to appear all around.

"Your Majesty, let's deal with these walking dead first." Wang Jian looked at the dozens of shadows around him, and couldn't help but say bitterly.

More and more figures crossed the white fog and appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Among these figures, some of them still looked intact, just like the man from before, but some of them had obvious scars on their bodies. There were even some scars that were clearly fatal.

However, what is even more surprising is that apart from the dozen or so monks who clearly look like Chinese, the others are more yellow-haired and blue-eyed Westerners.

Could it be that this is the so-called demon race?