That scimitar is not simple.

The grooves on the body of the knife seemed to be filled with blood, and a sinister aura was inexplicably revealed.

I don't know when, the dense fog at the foot of the mountain seems to have life, Shangguan Wan'er stood not far away with a scimitar on her back, and half of her body was already hidden in the fog at this time.

The miasma was slowly spreading, as if it were about to eat away at everything.

"Mo Shangshen, aren't you going to leave yet?" Shangguan Wan'er raised her hand to disperse the fog in front of her, and said with a smile: "No matter how late it is, I'm afraid you and I will be blinded by this miasma, and at that time, there will be no road in this mountain." ”

Mo Xingran frowned, "Miss Wan'er, are you going to walk with me?" she wanted to spy on them.

"This urn mountain is winding and rugged, full of ghosts, how can the god of Mo Shangshen let me enter the mountain alone as a weak woman, besides..."She glanced at Mo Xingran: "Except for me, I'm afraid no one knows where the 'ghost general' is." ”

The cat was stunned, what is the 'ghost general'?

I heard Mo Xingran reply: "I'm sorry Miss Wan'er, I have no intention of competing for the head hunter in the Autumn Festival, and it has nothing to do with me where the 'ghost general' is, thank you for your kindness, but let's go our separate ways." Mo Xingran gave the red-haired beautiful man a look and set off to walk towards the fog to the west.

"Can Mo Shangshen be serious?" Shangguan Wan'er pursed the corners of her mouth, frowned, and raised her voice at Mo Xingran's back: "Even if the place where the 'ghost general' is located is where the spiritual veins are, doesn't the ink god have no intention of walking with Wan'er?"

Mo Xingran paused when he heard this, but he didn't look back.

"If Miss Wan'er is interested, tell her bluntly, why coerce and lure. With that, the long figure disappeared into the thick fog.

Shangguan Wan'er behind her bit her lower lip and stomped her feet, a little anger flashed on her delicate face.

She's grown so big and she's never met anyone who would treat her like this, Mo Xingran, is the first...

Shangguan Wan'er squinted her eyes and looked in the direction of the mountain where Mo Xing had dyed, and recited a series of strange spells in her mouth, but there was obviously no one around her, but she seemed to be talking to herself.

After a moment, she said to the air with a gloomy expression: "You know what to do, remember, you can't reveal your identity until you have to." ”

The words were about to fall, and a deep and ghostly voice came from the dense fog behind him: "Yes, Miss Wan'er." ”

———

In late autumn, the trees in the urn mountain are not declining, and along the way, the miasma fog becomes thicker and thicker, and it is impossible to see a few feet away.

I couldn't see the road clearly, and the road ahead was blurry and hazy, and it looked like I was spinning in place.

"Mo Xingran, I seem to have seen this tree before. The cat squatted on Mo Xingran's shoulder, raising its paw and pointing at an old tree with a crooked neck not far away.

The cat's brown pupils are a little dilated, and it has been gone for a long time, not to mention the human figure, and I haven't even seen a living thing, so I can't help but doze off.

Mo Xingran rubbed the cat's head: "Cheer up, this miasma is tiring, you haven't seen this tree, but the trees in this forest look the same." ”

The grass and trees in the urn mountain seem to be carved out of the same mold, and the growth direction is to the west, which is very strange.

It was quiet in the woods, not even the wind.

At this moment, the red-haired beautiful man behind him was stunned, and let out a loud sneeze, so frightened that the fur on the tail of the sleepy cat exploded.

"Silly fish, you're sick, it's okay to sneeze!"

Redhead: "......"

Who says fish can't sneeze? This cat is too wide!

"Shhhhhh Mo Xingran suddenly lowered his body, signaled a cat and a fish to silence, and dodged behind a crooked-necked tree on the side.

I heard a mixed voice coming from the dense fog a few feet away, repeating a sentence in a strange tone - "Silly fish, you are sick, you have nothing to sneeze." Hee-hee-hee. ”

The voice seemed to be in the dark, low and deep, and the laughter was light and eerie, which made people feel creepy.

Unlike Mo Xingran's usual tone of speech, the people in the fog spoke in a tone they had never heard before, as if they were in... Singing.

The cat was stunned for a moment, and then said in surprise and anger: "Yes, there is something, learn from me to speak... They're still laughing at me!"

Mo Xingran: "......"

The focus is on the second half of the sentence, people say that cats are like women, and it is true.

"It's an old saying, and what comes in front of it should be... Ancient Spirit. Mo Xingran frowned, he didn't expect them to meet so soon.

The ancient spirit is the undead spirit of the monks of the Five Realms, although he can continue to cultivate, but because of the years he has experienced, most of his soul has already been lost.

If it's a good spirit, it's fine, but if it's a ferocious one, it's a little tricky.

A few figures slowly moved in the fog not far away, tall and short, with enough shadows, and from a distance, there seemed to be men and women.

When they got closer, the cats saw that they were dressed in different ways, some in tattered armor, some in ragged cloth, which had been weathered over the years, and the clothes were hard to distinguish the color, as if they were pulped on their bodies.

But none of them hung their heads down, their faces could not be seen, and their mouths emitted whimper-like singing tones, back and forth, like opera duets.

"They say that people are behind big trees. Mo Xingran squinted his eyes and snorted coldly: "It doesn't seem to be a good stubble." ”

Before the cat could ask Mo Xingran why he could understand the ancient language, his small body was dragged up, and his feet couldn't touch the ground.

"Ahh

"Ink Star Dye!"

Two exclamations rang out in unison, Mo Xingran's shoulders were light, and he turned around suddenly, not seeing the cat and the red-haired man.

"Here!"

Mo Xingran raised his head when he heard the voice, and his face turned pale.

The old tree with a crooked neck was manipulated, and at this time it sprouted and grew wildly, and a dense twig tightly rolled up the cat, strangled its neck, and hung it in the air!

The red-haired fish tripped over a tree root that suddenly grew out of the soil, fell headfirst to the ground, and embraced the earth with his handsome face...

"What the hell, let go of the old lady!" the cat kept struggling, the branches were flexible like tentacles, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free, and the branches on the side seemed to caress her, constantly scratching her itchy flesh.

"Don't move, the more you move, the tighter you go. Mo Xingran raised his hand and slashed at the branch with an extremely fast wind blade, but the branch seemed to be vulnerable but tough like a leather whip, and the thin knife-like wind blade only cut off a few branches, but did not cut it off.

Mo Xingran's face was displeased—some of these ancient spirits were Mu Xiu, and they had reached the 'whole' realm.

At this time, the branch was rolling around the branch with the cat, as if showing off its might.

Mo Xingran frowned and looked at the cat, then looked back at the few 'ancient spirits' who had not yet come close, and his brows jumped.

Very good, the person who dares to touch him, it seems that today he is going to help these 'old-timers' loosen their bones, oh no, it's a wake up.

A dark purple electric light ignited in his palm, and he raised his hand to throw the electric light into the air, and the purple shadow was like a spirit snake, burrowing into the dense fog above his head.

The faint light pierced through the thick fog, like thunder hidden in the clouds, and the thick fog rolled up, faintly hearing the 'boom' thunder.

At the same time, his figure was as light as a swallow, and he leaped up to the crown of the crooked-necked tree, and with his hand and knife, with a fierce frost between his palms, he rose and fell, and in an instant slashed at the twitching branch.

'Click', 'Boom'...

The branches and leaves of the crooked old tree were wrapped in a layer of frost at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then the branches and leaves seemed to have no attachment, and they broke and broke one after another, scattered and scattered, and in the blink of an eye, a lush tree became a bare tree pole...

The cat fell into a familiar, sea sandalwood embrace.

Almost at the same time, several billowing purple lightning fell from the dense fog not far away, and thunder exploded on the ground, and the people who shook couldn't open their eyes.

A few screams in the throat came from far and near, like a playwright on the stage who accidentally broke his foot and screamed miserably.

Mo Xingran landed with the cat in his arms, and the red-haired man behind him opened his mouth to look at the charred ground that was struck by lightning not far away, and was dumbfounded: "This is too..."

Halfway through his words, the red-haired beautiful man was glared at by Mo Xingran, and immediately closed his mouth, and swallowed the unspoken words into his stomach.

In his heart, he slandered whom, sure enough, who raised it like whom, this Mo Xingran was like his cat, and he was vindictive.

A few 'old-timers' just invited his cat to 'go for a ride', and he didn't lose a single hair, but he split people into charcoal, or that kind of black charcoal...

"Ahem, offended. Mo Xingran clenched his fists and coughed dryly, raised his eyes to look at the four black and swarthy figures who were struck by lightning, and walked over slowly.

It stands to reason that the ancient spirit is a soul body and cannot be touched by ordinary physical objects.

It's a pity that the thunder trick dyed by Mo Xing is not ordinary, it is the thunder of the heavens, which is to split the evil spirits and demons, these people have also caught up, he hasn't used the thunder for a long time, fortunately, the heart is still ripe.

"I don't know why the four seniors want to 'play' my companion?" Mo Xingran deliberately bit the word 'playing'.

The cat clearly saw that the four figures that had been split into 'fried hair black charcoal' shook three times in unison, and their bodies were fluttering with black slag - the clothes they had worn for tens of thousands of years were split into ashes.

The four Gu Spirits were stunned for a moment, and the taller man opened his voice and whimpered a few times: "We are lonely, happy, welcome to distant guests." ”

Mo Xingran: "......"

Redhead: "......"

Cat: "......"

They, are they welcoming them?!

Awesome, the ancients thought so weirdly, this welcome ceremony is a bit ingenious.

"Ahem. "Mo Xingran's face seems to be floating a wisp of unnaturalness, if people are really welcoming them, then his 'return gift' may not be appropriate.

"I'm sorry for a few seniors, the late students may have misunderstood, the autumn is cold, I see a few unclothed, please smile if you are careful. Mo Xingran smiled awkwardly, and raised his hand to buy a robe for one of the four 'old-timers'...

"Are Gu Ling also afraid of the cold?" the cat muttered like a mosquito, but these four 'old guys' had really sharp ears.

"Yes, all five senses are complete, Lei Jiao is all over the body, and the pain is unbearable. The tall Gu Ling covered his body with his hands as if in pain.

......

Mo Xing glanced at the cat white, what to do, she was the best at stabbing Lou Zi.

The cat glared at him back, obviously he went up indiscriminately and split people's houses, and blamed her!

Looking at the mutual staring of one person and one cat, the red-haired man pulled the corners of his mouth and covered his face: "Blame me, I shouldn't have sneezed." ”

"Yes!" said one man and one cat in unison, and even the indignant faces were very similar.

Sure enough, it's not like people don't enter one door all the way.

The red-haired beautiful man looked at the sky helplessly, the thick fog covered the sky and the sun, he was just a homeless fish, who did he provoke!

I want to go home!