Mo Lao stepped forward, approached the white mist, smelled it, there was no smell, tentatively stretched out his hand, intending to grab some and feel it, if possible, he was going to take some back and study it, but the result was unexpected, the white mist seemed to be conscious, and it fell into a depression, dodging Mo Lao's grasping fingers.

When Mo Lao saw it, his face was solemn, he stopped the movement in his hand, his fingers were in the center of his eyebrows, and a white light shot out, turning into a white cloth bag and standing on top of Mo Lao's head.

The sack grew larger at a visible rate, and finally became as huge as an adult ploughing cow, and began to bulge and puff up, and with a "bang", the tightly tied sack broke open!

A violent suction force emanated from the cloth bag, and the entire bag was sucked towards the cliff wall.

All this happened too suddenly, the white mist shrouded in the cliff wall seemed to have encountered a natural enemy, and began to roll and dodge fiercely, and the surrounding white mist was like thousands of troops, surging up, and began to gather support in the direction of Mo Lao, as if preparing to resist.

How could Mo Lao watch the white mist gather together and form an invincible force to give him trouble, wouldn't that be self-inflicted?

Mo Lao turned his head left and right, staring at everything around him, his mouth was aimed at the tumbling white mist and blew, and the emperor's power rose to the sky, as if the power of heaven had descended, and the oppressive white mist retreated one after another, and a little in the middle was sucked away by the cloth bag on the side.

The white mist seemed to sense that he was invincible, and finally retreated slowly from the bottom up, but did not leave completely, but hovered on the top of the cliff, waiting for an opportunity to move.

"Grandpa Mo, what's going on? What's going on? Is there a treasure, and how much is it worth?"

Qing Ling'er couldn't see the other side, and she began to be a little anxious, she didn't take it seriously at first, standing in the distance and waiting, but the waiting time was a little long, and it didn't feel normal.

The bright moon was hanging high, the stars were dotted, and the distance was not particularly far, but with the help of the moonlight and starlight, she couldn't see the other side clearly, and when she thought about it, she immediately felt that something might have happened, something entangled Mo Lao.

Thinking about it like this, she was worried about it and was about to step forward to help, but she felt a coercion coming from the other side, she really felt it, and it was mixed with a familiar atmosphere, so she knew that this was Mo Lao who was exerting power, but she didn't know what the situation was, and she didn't know why, so she hurriedly shouted loudly, of course, she also had to ask if it was a treasure that was doing something.

"Girl, don't come here, it's okay, you stand there and wait for a while. ”

Mo Lao was more than enough to deal with, looking up at the white mist hovering in the sky, planning in his heart whether to go up and have a look, but he heard Qing Ling'er's concerned voice, as well as the question of the wealth fan, and hurriedly opened his mouth to dissuade him.

Because a certain girl's spirit of obsession with money made him frown, in fact, if he didn't have to deal with the white fog in front of him now, and the existence that might be hidden in the shadows, he would definitely have a good lecture.

"This little girl really doesn't know how dangerous the environment she is in now!"

He fought and resisted here, but people were still there thinking about money and treasures, in this regard, his old man was really ashamed of himself, what Qing Ling'er did made him cry and laugh, and if he continued like this, Mo Lao felt that he would be tortured by Qing Ling'er and collapsed.

But after thinking about it in a blink of an eye, after all, he still has to stop it, he can't let Qing Ling'er come over, with her impulsive character, if she breaks through and is entangled in these unknown white mist, irreparable damage occurs, then his old man will definitely cry to death.

When Mo Lao thought about it in his heart, he was even more worried.

He was afraid that he would not be able to estimate the danger of fighting, and he would not have time to take care of Qing Ling'er, so it would really outweigh the losses.

What's more, now that I have collected some white mist, I decided to go back first, study it quietly, and when everything is clear, I will explore it tomorrow morning.

Mo Lao waved to the cloth bag in the air, and the cloth bag made of white light seemed to be conscious, and consciously flew into Mo Lao's hand, Mo Lao flew away, and the white mist was eager to try, as if he was going to rush over and besiege Mo Lao who left, but in the end he didn't take action.

"It's like a crane!"

Mo Lao flew towards Qing Ling'er, and did not pay attention to the movement of the white mist, but looked at the direction, and while flying, he opened the bag in his hand, looked at the erratic white mist inside, and muttered to himself.

"What is Tsurukawa?"

Qing Ling'er concentrated, has been paying attention to the other side, a look at Mo Lao came over, then stepped forward to greet him, as soon as he got closer, he heard Mo Lao talking to himself there, but the voice was relatively loud, she still listened to it all, looking at Mo Lao's expression, she felt that it should be a good thing, so she asked curiously.

"It's the saliva of the crane, and the saliva of the crane itself contains the ingredients of the phantom spirit, which is the existence of the spirit in the phantom element, and it is also the main material for refining the phantom talisman, but it is ......"

Mo Lao lowered his head and frowned, carefully identifying the ingredients of the white mist in the cloth bag, the more he looked at it, the more surprised he became, he wanted to reach into the cloth bag and grab a tuft, hold it in his hand to make sure, suddenly heard Qing Ling'er's voice, it felt fluttering, far and near, but it didn't attract attention, thought it was normal, so he stopped the movement in his hand, raised his head and looked at Qing Ling'er who ran over with love and hatred, and said his conjecture.

As soon as he finished speaking, he began to become submissive, his eyes became hollow, and the whole person seemed to be addicted, as if he was talking to himself.

"Could it be that there are cranes under this cliff?"

Qing Ling'er stood next to her and heard clearly, cranes are rare animals, she knows, when she was in Lanxing, she also participated in the Animal Protection Association, specially went to the swamp area, and had zero contact and observation of red-crowned cranes.

"Grandpa Mo, what is a crane?"

Qing Ling'er didn't know if the crane in Mo Lao's mouth was the red-crowned crane she had seen, so she asked.

"The crane is also a soul beast, there should be no one in the Mochizuki Continent, it is a means of transportation in the more advanced continent, commonly known as a mount. ”

Mo Lao was still pondering, his eyes were glazed, and he didn't look at Qing Ling'er, judging from this situation, he shouldn't have answered, but he mechanically answered the question raised by Qing Ling'er, the whole person looked very strange, but Qing Ling'er couldn't say anything wrong.

In fact, when Mo Lao opened the cloth bag and was about to study the white fog and inhale the white fog in a daze, he had already fallen into the illusion created by the white fog.

Looking at Mo Lao again, he couldn't stop crying, his face was full of pain, wrinkled together, making people sad and couldn't bear to look at it directly.

He saw in the illusion that when he was young, his beloved wife was abused and died tragically, which was the most painful memory of his life that he had encountered not long after he had just cultivated, and he buried it deep in his heart and didn't want to think about it.

At this time, the illusion actually made him experience it again, the real feeling, the miserable picture, made Mo Lao mentally disordered, and the blood flow reversed.

Then I saw the scene of my beloved apprentice betraying him, and the unrecognizable picture of his little apprentice being tortured, the whole body began to tremble violently, and the heart and veins condensed together, as if they were about to explode at any time, which made people feel sad to watch.

All of this was the inner demon on his cultivation path, at this time, all of them were outlined by the illusion, and even magnified several times, Mo Lao spurted out a mouthful of blood from his mouth and sprinkled it on the green grass, the grass withered all at once, and the ground was dyed black.

This sudden change frightened Qing Ling'er on the side and shouted:

"What's the matter? Grandpa Mo...... Grandpa Mo......"

Qing Ling'er didn't have time to think, because Mo Lao on the side was shaky and was about to fall, so Qing Ling'er hurriedly stepped forward to help.

At the moment when Qing Ling'er grabbed Mo Lao's arm, Mo Lao's whole body trembled, and he woke up from the illusion.

If there is someone next to him at this time, you will find that a faint white light is faintly emitted from Qing Ling'er's body, and you can't find it if you don't look carefully, the moment the two come into contact, the white light transitions to Mo Lao's body along Qing Ling'er's arm, and Mo Lao's sobriety should be related to the mysterious light.

If Mo Lao looked at the white mist in the cloth bag at this time, he would find that the white fog, which was arrogant and domineering just now, was actually shrunk into a ball and hid in a corner of the cloth bag, trembling.