If ordinary mortals were entangled in these gray mist, they would immediately suck out their essence and blood, and turn into dead corpses. The soul became a part of these mists, and from then on fell into the ghost path, never to be able to escape.

But the three of us are all immortal king-level cultivators, so naturally we won't be afraid of this mist.

The incognito old man raised his hand and released a small yellow umbrella, on which were pasted with all kinds of rune paper, slowly rotating above his head. A pillar of yellow light enveloped the old man in it, and as soon as the mist touched these yellow lights, it suddenly made a "zizi" sound, and then a strange green smoke came out, and there was a faint sound of ghosts crying wolves.

When the other fog was seen, they only dared to show their teeth and claws outside the yellow light, but they no longer pounced on it, as if they were wise.

And I directly shot out a flame shield, enveloping Wu Ling'er as well, and as soon as those mist approached my body, it was burned by the flame power on the shield and turned into nothing.

This strange scene naturally caused the incognito old man to be surprised for a while, but he didn't take the initiative to ask without interest.

I'm at the front of the line, it's not that I'm trying to be a hero, it's that in this foggy area on all sides, there is really no big difference between walking in front and walking behind, it's better to walk in front of you so that you can grasp some dangerous situations.

Wu Ling'er knew that my sea of consciousness was injured, so she didn't need me to remind her, as soon as she entered this mist, she directly let go of her divine consciousness completely, so as not to be attacked by something unknown without knowing it. After all, with our naked eyes, we really can't see far in this fog.

However, the traces that the black-robed man had walked on were very easy to find in this thick fog, because a passage that was much lighter than the surrounding fog could be clearly distinguished with the naked eye.

And we just have to keep going.

As for whether this was the result of the black-robed man's own exercises, or the credit of the strange little beast, it was unknown. But for us fishermen, it doesn't matter, and I don't bother to think about it. The more powerful the black-robed man is, the more beneficial it will naturally be for those of us who come after.

I looked around with a blank face, walking slowly with one tall and one short under my feet. Because the place under my feet is full of potholes, there is a feeling of wetness, as if the humidity is very heavy.

I don't know how long I walked, nothing happened along the way, and the three of us unconsciously followed the black-robed man into the depths of the fog. And the color of the fog began to change from the original gray-white to gradually turn black.

As time passed, although nothing happened, my face gradually sank, and I couldn't help but frown.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon!

There was a crunch, and I suddenly stopped, lowered my head and looked. Seeing this, Wu Ling'er and the old man behind him also surrounded them curiously.

I looked down for a moment, then moved one foot away from the spot. Because there was nothing more than a pile of white bones under his feet, and a layer of blue glittering clothes was wrapped outside, which did not seem to be ordinary clothing. Beside it, there was also a broken fragment of the sword, the texture of which was crystal clear, as if the spirit still existed.

It seems that this is an unlucky monk who is deeply trapped in this place.

This person has died, but the fragment of the magic weapon is still spiritual, and he must be a monk who has not been low. But after dying here, there is no one to collect even the bones, which is really very different from the scenery before his death, which is very sad!

It can be seen that if you are not careful on the road of cultivation, it will be a situation from which you will never recover, and the ending will be even more tragic than that of ordinary people. The soul of this monk should have become a part of the mist now, or it has been possessed by some magic weapon and has become a ghost, and it is difficult to re-enter the path of reincarnation.

When I was feeling emotional, I casually glanced at Wu Ling'er and the old man. I saw that Wu Ling'er's face was slightly pale, and when she saw me looking at her, she smiled reluctantly.

And the incognito old man's expression was a little strange.

He stared at the green shirt with a frown on his brows for a long time, and suddenly with a flick of his fingers, an immortal yuan suddenly fell on the green shirt. As a result, before he could touch this thing, the immortal yuan dissipated in a flash.

"Alas, it's him!" The incognito old man raised his head and muttered, his face becoming gloomy.

"Why, the hidden friends know him?" I was stunned when I heard this, looked at Bai Gu and asked lightly, and Wu Ling'er beside me also showed curiosity.

"This person should be a Qingdao friend who has had several relationships with him, and the green shirt on his body is made of the silk of the thousand-year-old blue-eyed green silkworm, and the direct attack defense against the immortal yuan is not small, and it can be regarded as a well-known treasure. Last time the Fallen Immortal Hall was opened, I heard that he also went, but he never came back, I didn't expect that this person was really lost here, and he didn't even break through the first level, it's really unfortunate! The incognito old man said with a long sigh.

I pondered for a while, and then suddenly asked, "How is this Qingdao friend's cultivation?" How powerful is the magic weapon on the body? ”

When the incognito old man heard this, he seemed to understand what I meant, and after twisting his beard slightly, he said affirmatively: "The last time I saw him, he was still in the realm of the Immortal King's consummation, and I heard that when he came to the Immortal Palace, he had broken through the bottleneck and entered the realm of the Immortal Emperor, if this is the case, his cultivation is much higher than me." As for the magic weapon, I haven't seen him fight with people, so there's no way to tell. As the old man spoke, his complexion became more and more ugly.

"So, there should be a powerful guy nearby, I originally thought it was strange, even if the black-robed man opened the way, why didn't he encounter anything along the way except for these fogs, the black-robed man wouldn't clean up the ghosts in the vicinity for us." I said solemnly.

The old man looked at the white bones on the ground and was silent, and at the same time his eyes flickered, not knowing what he was thinking.

I glanced at the old man quietly, sighed slightly in my heart, and said in a flat tone: "Since even the monks of the early stage of the Immortal Emperor have fallen here, it means that the cultivation of this ghost creature is absolutely terrifying, even if it does not reach the realm of the Emperor of Instruments, it is estimated that it is not far from here." I wonder if the hidden Taoist friend is prepared for the possibility of extinction here? If you turn back at this time, you should be able to retreat safely. And we're going to take a risk. ”

After I said this, I fell silent, not that I wanted to be a bad person, but that this hermit friend gave me a good impression, and he gave me the feeling that I didn't have too strong a desire for this Fallen Immortal Palace, maybe I just came to try my luck, and there was nothing I had to get my hands on.

Sure enough, after listening to my words, the incognito old man's face was cloudy for a while, and then he said a little depressed: "Yin Mou came this time, in fact, he just wanted to see if he could pick some golden fruit to refine Shouyuan Dan, and there was nothing that he had to desperately get. ”

After saying these words, the old man showed a hint of shame. Then he threw his fist at us, flicked his sleeve without hesitation, and disappeared into the fog the same way.

I looked expressionlessly at the direction in which the old man had disappeared, and did not speak for a long time. And Wu Ling'er beside him showed a look of disappointment, it is no wonder that without the companion of a late immortal king monk, the danger in this burial place is even greater.

But everyone has their own ambitions, and no one can force them.

"Let's go, be careful." I looked ahead and spoke.

"Yes." Wu Ling'er nodded and said.

Next, the two of us followed the trail left by the black-robed man for a full day, and Wu Ling'er suddenly stopped me.

"What's wrong?" I was taken aback and asked as I stood still.

"I'm afraid that the black-robed man collided with that ghost, and now they are fighting together, Master, let's go and help." Wu Ling'er's eyes flashed, and she said a little anxiously.

I was stunned when I heard this, Ling'er's heart is really kind, if it is someone else, the best way at this time is to take the opportunity to bypass it quickly, even if it is good if you don't fall into the well, can you go up to help?

I smiled and nodded, just for the innocence of Wu Ling'er, even if my strength is greatly reduced now, I must give it a try, and I have a magic weapon in my hand, maybe I can restrain the ghosts here.

Under Wu Ling'er's guidance, we hurriedly rushed in the direction where the black-robed man was. After we rushed out of the distance of about 100 zhang, we faintly heard the cracking sound of Xianyuan, and there was a thin low cry.

The voice sounded like that of a woman, shrill and deep, as if it had not been broken, and it made people extremely irritated and uneasy. And after listening to it for a little bit, I felt my mind turbulent and I felt like I wanted to dance.

This suddenly shocked my heart, and I hurriedly ran Xianyuan to stabilize my mind, wiped a cold sweat and hurriedly looked at Wu Ling'er, but I was horrified to find that Wu Ling'er at this time was in a very dangerous situation!

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