[The book continues from the above, and the last book said that Mu Qingming and they rushed to the Yellow Dragon Cave, and after determining that Lian'er should be locked up in this vicinity, they let the cunning snow leopard hide and quietly approached the place where Lian'er was held, but they never thought that the cultists who were guarded came out from the rear and stabbed each of them. At the same time, Mu Shan, who was far away in Heizhugou, also received a flying pigeon. Led to the Flying Pigeon Legend, the content of which is a mysterious person who tells Mu Shan that the operation to eradicate the Immortal Dao is already unfolding as planned. And Mu Qingming and his wife were in the middle of the plan, and the body covered in blood was swept away in front of the eyes of the Immortal Daoists, turning into a cloud of green smoke and rising, and when it floated in the wind, the smell of blood was gone. 】

The wind in the mountain in Heizhugou is cool, and the mist rises again. The vast fog that covered the sky and the earth poured out at once, but it came out of nowhere. The dense fog spread extremely fast, completely submerging the entire ravine in an instant, and even the sunlight in the air was not tightly blocked.

The fog is shrouded, the dense fog is locked, and the grass, stone and trees in the ditch are gloomy and mysterious. As soon as the mountain wind blew, the mountain fog suddenly became ever-changing.

There are wild vines parasitic in the ditch, like a century-old tree like a giant fan, and the soft moss on the strange stones, the rhododendrons and dove trees all over the mountain, also become blurred in the sea of mountains and clouds.

Even the Fangyuan Medicine Garden, which was full of strange herbs and fairy flowers and full of medicinal fragrance, was instantly submerged by the sea of fog, and it was a vast white patch, and nothing could be seen really.

The carrier pigeon passed through the clouds and soon landed on Mu Shan's shoulder. "Coo, coo," he whispered, and looked around.

Mu Luo stood up, watched the carrier pigeon was taken off the shoulder by her husband, hugged it on his chest and touched their back feathers, Mu Luo came over, took out a rolled up note from the wooden tube on the pigeon's feet, and couldn't help muttering: "I really don't know what you think, obviously I don't need to use this slow flying pigeon to pass the book." ”。

After saying something similar to a complaint, Mu Luo had already handed the note he took out to Mu Shanxi, exchanged it for the carrier pigeon in the other party's hand, and threw the pigeon into the air.

With the flutter of wings, the pigeon flew into the fog and disappeared in an instant. Two feathers that had been shaken off were left behind, fluttering in the wind between Mu Shan and Mu Luo, swirling and falling slowly.

"Ideation is easy to be spied on by family members, and it is not safe. Although the flying pigeon is a little slower, it is much safer. As he said this, Mu Shan slowly unfolded the paper rolled up in his hand, lifted the note in the thick fog and put it closest to his eyes, and looked at it carefully.

Mu Luo thinks about it too; Although the transmission of ideas is fast and convenient, for the dragon lockers who are familiar with this technique, there is a way to break this technique and hide in the dark to eavesdrop on the content of the message transmitted through this technique.

Especially in dealing with the Corpse Bone Woman and the Immortal Dao, since there are ghosts in the Dragon Lock People, it is better not to use the mind to transmit the sound of the critical situation and communication.

The seven feet tall savages had put their weeding tools in place, and went to the house in the corner of the courtyard to drink water and eat wild fruits.

With such a big fog and low visibility, they couldn't do much. As for the flower pandas kept in the nursing home, after eating and drinking, they have found a place where there are no things to grow, and their heads are slightly raised with the ground facing the sky and the pillows, and they lie comfortably on their backs in the grass to rest.

With the fog, they are even more difficult to move. Unless some wild beast enters the park, the pandas will sleep until the fog clears.

The cheerful babbling of the Savage Lake echoed in the depths of the fog; I just can't understand what these voices mean.

Standing in place, looking at the note carefully, Mu Shanzu looked happy in the thick fog.

"What's wrong?" His wife, Mu Luo, who was only one step away from him, clearly saw the corners of Mu Shan's mouth slightly raised, and asked curiously.

"The man we secretly sent to help our son sent a message back saying that the plan had begun, that man had arrived in the city of Kunming and started our original plan. If this plan continues, it will not be surprising that the Immortal Dao will perish in a short time. Mu Shan's whisper sounded in the quiet fog. Only his wife, Mu Luo, can listen to every word clearly.

Then he handed the note in his hand to his wife.

Mu Luo's eyes widened in the fog, and in the fog that was getting heavier and heavier, Mu Luozhi carefully looked at the note in his hand for a long time before reading the whole content. Then she bowed her head slightly and asked softly, "Do you want to tell my son that we sent this man to help him." ”。

After thinking for a while, Mu Shan shook his head slowly and rejected the proposal. He gave his wife a look in the fog, raised his hand and pointed to the note, signaling her to destroy the note.

Mu Luo, who knew about it, kneaded the note in his hand into a paper ball in the palm of his hand, and secretly moved it. I could only hear a faint "bang" sound in the palm of her hand, a ball of blue flame on the outside, and a blue flame on the inside rose out of thin air from her palm, devouring and licking the note in her palm.

Mu Luo, who was holding the flame in his hand, did not feel the burning pain of his skin, and his skin was not damaged in the slightest, and the skin and flesh in his palm were still delicate and white. Only the ball of paper, under the scorching flames, gradually turned into shimmering ashes.

"Our son, his self-esteem is too strong, and he likes to carry everything by himself. If you tell him about it, he might not be happy. Let him go. After saying this, Mu Shan sighed lightly. After all, he is his own father, and he still knows Mu Qingming's temper.

"I don't know who this stinky temper looks like?" Immediately afterwards, his wife Mu Luo glanced at Mu Shan. The flame in his hand receded and disappeared without a trace. As for the ball of paper, it had been burned to ashes. Mu Luo's hand flipped over, and when the ashes fell to the ground one after another, he said: "Speaking of us, everyone is fragrant, only his stinky stinky son, I really miss him." I don't know what he is doing in Kunming City now? ”。

After speaking, Mu Luo turned around in the fog and faced in the direction of Kunming, his eyes widened slightly, as if he wanted to see his son thousands of miles away through the fog......

Outside the city of Kunming, next to the Huanglong Cave at the source of the Muyang River.

The expressions on Mu Qingming and Mo Han's faces were completely frozen at the moment when the blood beads were splashed. Their faces were full of shock and panic, and there was a hint of wonder in their eyes.

"Dragon-locking people, that's just the case." The Immortal Daoist behind Mu Qingming said in a contemptuous tone, and the short knife in his hand turned again, stirring up Mu Qingming's chest.

Mu Qingming coughed, blood splashing in his mouth.

Seeing this, Mo Han on the side didn't look worried, but turned his head to the immortal Taoist behind Mu Qingming, with a disdainful expression, opened his bleeding lips at the corners of his mouth, and replied in a contemptuous tone: "Immortal Dao, that's just it." ”。

As soon as these words came out, the two immortal Taoists who were proud before were all stunned. In their round eyes, they gradually widened and saw the blood beads in the wounds of Mu Qingming and Mo Han's bodies in front of them, and in their mouths and noses, suspended in the air without falling.

It's like there's an invisible force that lifts those plump and round blood beads in the air, and gathers but doesn't disperse. Between the dappled shadows of the trees, the little sunlight shining through the branches above the head shimmered red.

The light is soft and not dazzling, but it is unusually conspicuous.

The beads of blood were like magnets, tightly attracting the surprised gazes of the two disciples of the Immortal Dao. A moment had passed, and they were still staring at the flying beads of blood, stunned.

Just when they were stunned, Mu Qingming and Mo Han's bodies shook, and their clothes, skin and flesh, and their whole people were twisted into the curves of waves. After being blown by the mountain wind, just like the deserted village building in the blindfold that Mo Han had broken before, it turned into green smoke under the mountain wind, and gradually drifted away with the wind, dissipating in front of the eyes of the two immortal Taoists.

Even those blood beads, and the smell of blood that was still strong and pungent and disgusting before, disappeared without a trace at this moment.

"Phantom?" The lean-looking Immortal Taoist glared and exclaimed.

"I just reacted." Mu Qingming's voice then came from all directions around the two disciples and above their heads, bringing a deafening echo that echoed among the dense shade of the trees.

The tone was full of contempt and pride.

The two immortal Taoists suddenly realized. It turned out that Mu Qingming and the others had already noticed that they were nearby, but the evil aura was diffused in this forest, and it was difficult to determine the location of the Immortal Daoist for a while.

So, Mu Qingming let his cunning snow leopard hide. And he and his wife Mo Han inadvertently used a trick to create a phantom clone and walked slowly towards the cave where Lian'er was held instead of them. As for themselves, as early as the moment the phantom was created, they used the Concealment Charm and hid.

The reason why the cunning snow leopard walks away and hides first is because if you use the blinding method to create the illusion of a living thing, you must cast a spell yourself. The cunning snow leopard is young, and has not yet cultivated to the point where it can transform into a human form, and it is still unable to cast spells. Mu Qingming wants to let the phantom really, so he can only let the evil cunning hide it first.

It's a pity that these two immortal Taoists seem to have some trouble in their eyes, if they knew this, Mu Qingming would not let the cunning snow leopard hide, and he could save some trouble.

The two Immortal Daoists looked around left and right, except for the green grass and bushes in their eyes, all they saw in front of them was the mottled silhouettes cast between the branches, scattered in their sight.

Only Mu Qingming and Mo Han were missing.

Just when the Immortal Daoists were panicking, still looking for the figure of Mu Qingming and his wife, they suddenly felt a burst of hot wind above their heads.

When they looked up, they saw a green fireball the size of a millstone falling from the sky and heading towards them.

The scorching flames were close at hand, and the two disciples of the Immortal Dao could feel the skin on their faces, and there were bursts of hot pain coming from them. Smelling on his eyebrows, there was a foul smell of burnt paste.

The fireball that appeared out of thin air was close in front of them, and the two disciples didn't have time to think about it, so they jumped forward, barely avoided the attack of the fireball, and pounced on the grass and trees in the mountains.

The fireball landed, shattering into bursts of flame that flew in all directions. The grass and trees where they landed were not ignited, but they withered instantly, and became pieces of ash scattered on the ground in the mountain wind.

The lean Immortal Daoist had bad luck, and a lot of scattered flames fell on his back. Suddenly, the clothes on his back burned several large holes. Even if the skin and flesh on his back were stained with evil qi to protect his body, he was instantly red.

There was also a faint smell of flesh rising from his back.

Who is the person sent by Kiyama? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.