Chapter 1161: White Mist Valley

Cloud Valley, after crossing many mountains, finally found.

Under the layers of white fog, people can't see what is in the valley.

Although the young master of Bai Miao is a descendant of the Bai Miao clan, the entire Bai Miao clan has been away from here for more than a hundred years, and he was not born at that time, so naturally he didn't know what was inside.

"Enter the valley!" Ye Cuo ordered directly.

Disava and Ural were both trembling with fear, and the two of them could clearly feel the terrifying and murderous aura in this valley, and they were a little hesitant in their hearts.

But if you go in, you will die, and if you don't go in, you will die even worse.

The two of them could only go inside and explore the way for Ye Cuo in front.

At this time, Ye Cuo was already sitting on a certain soft sedan chair with Michiko, protecting Michiko's safety at any time.

This trip to the White Fog Valley, whether there is a gain or not, Michiko must not have an accident.

The white mist was like a layer of karma, permeating the valley, and as soon as the group entered the valley, the surrounding clouds and mist suddenly changed greatly, and the entire valley of no return boiled, and countless long dragons of mist surrounded and suppressed from all directions.

Ye Cuo's brows couldn't help frowning, it seemed that this mist array not only had the effect of blocking, but also a super large killing array.

After walking less than ten steps, a corpse was found on the ground.

The corpse's clothes were still new, and there was no sign of decay, and it looked like it had been dead for a day at most.

The discovery of the corpse made these people even more frightened.

But Ye Cuo was expressionless and ordered everyone to move on.

Less than a hundred meters had just been walked, and the cloud dragons that were hundreds of meters long and composed of pure yin and evil qi were like a giant rope in the sky, frantically encircling and suppressing them.

At the forefront of the path, a member of the demon mercenary group was holding a spear in his hand, and before he could react, he was twisted by the cloud and mist chains, and turned into pulp.

"Ah!!h

Ye Cuo said lightly: "Don't walk around, otherwise you will die a miserable death." ”

These people have the heart to cry, but in front of Ye Cuo, the god of killing, who dares to move?

Another person was exploring the path in front, and this person was holding a gun in horror, trembling step by step, looking like he was about to pee.

But Ye Cuo didn't sympathize with them at all, if he was really a rich boy and brought Michiko here to play, he was afraid that he would have been killed by these people at this time.

The pathfinder walked dozens of meters away, crashed into a transparent object, could not move forward, and immediately ran back in fright.

Ye Cuo frowned and glanced at it, and said, "It's a formation." ”

He stretched out his hand and pressed it against the transparent light mask, and immediately, in the entire valley, a huge soap bubble-like thing could be seen, enveloping it.

Countless currents, at the moment when Ye Wrong pressed it, were like a net along the soap bubbles, densely covering the entire space.

Just when everyone was frightened and wanted to dodge, Ye Cuo raised his hand with one hand: "Collect!"

Countless thunderbolts gathered together like Ye Cuo's hands, Ye Cuo was like a thunder god at this time, grabbing the lightning in the sky with one hand.

All the lightning was like a spirit snake, crackling and twisting and spreading, but none of them could escape Ye Cuo's palm.

In the end, these thunderbolts slowly weakened and turned into a fist-sized ball of light, which condensed in Ye Cuo's hands.

Ye Staggered opened his mouth and swallowed the ball of light in one gulp.

"Ahh

They didn't know that Ye Cuo didn't actually have the ability to devour thunder and lightning, but there was a little lion with wings in the Danhuang Ding in his womb.

That was specially brought by Ye Cuo for coming to the Baimiao General Altar this time.

The little lion was in the Danhuang Ding, and suddenly smelled the breath of thunder and lightning, and he was very happy, opened his mouth and swallowed the small ball of light, and even his body grew a little bigger.

"Open!"

Ye Cuo had experience in arranging the Spirit Gathering Array, and he was already quite experienced with the Guardian Array in front of him.

His right hand, condensed into a golden sword, slashed towards the light shield in front of him!

Thundered.

Sword Qi Thunder!

With a thunderous sound, the Guiyuan Sword turned into a shocking rainbow and slashed through.

This protective array, which was like a canopy of heaven, was swept through a rainbow arc by Ye Cuo's golden sword, and was cut off on it, and a huge crack one hundred and ten meters long appeared in an instant.

In the White Mist Valley, the boundless white mist composed of yin and evil qi rolled and flowed, as if there was a thunder god roaring inside, and the lightning spread, and with the perception of the Ye Wrong God List, he couldn't see clearly what was inside.

In Ye Cuo's left hand, an ancient lamp appeared, which was snatched from the disciples of the Pure Yang Sect in the Kunlun Ruins.

A little light is like a bean, but the scorching surrounding white fog makes a stupid sound, burning a big hole in the air, and the surrounding white fog is forced open by the dim light, forming a huge hole.

"You two, go ahead!" said Ye Tso to Desava and Ural.

The two men did not have any intention of resistance, and released vines and poisonous snakes to explore the way ahead.

Ye Cuo held Michiko's hand, looking careless, but in fact, his nerves were already tense to the extreme, for fear that something would hurt Michiko.

The bad old man smiled in Ye Cuo's mind: "You better pay attention to yourself first, with Michiko's luck, I don't think anything will hurt her, but your luck is not ordinarily bad." Killing too much will damage yin morality, so it's better to pay attention to protect yourself. ”

Ye Cuo was a little speechless, did he lose his character because of killing?

Although the bad old man said so, Ye Cuo did not dare to relax his protection of Michiko.

Fortunately, after the magic circle was opened, there was nothing special, it had been a few hundred meters, and suddenly opened up in front of him, revealing a valley full of flowers.

A burst of strange fragrance came to his face, and in front of Ye Cuo was a vibrant valley, not only with clear streams, soft meadows, and even wild animals, blinking his eyes and looking at Ye Cuo curiously.

This paradise-like place is much more beautiful than the valley where the mountains and poisonous insects have been made up all the way before.

Many people are relaxed when they see all this, but they didn't expect to be able to see such a beautiful scenery when they came here.

But in Ye Cuo's heart, he felt that it was getting more and more wrong.

It stands to reason that during this time, the White Fog Valley has attracted countless people to explore, but there are not many corpses they have encountered.

Ye Cuo didn't believe that the rest of the people were alive, so where did the dead go?

In Ye Cuo's eyes, the golden light was filled, and gradually like two little suns, everything around him was collected in his eyes.

"Phantom Array!" Ye Cuo had already seen that this was not a beautiful valley, it was a huge abyss, as long as these people took a few steps forward, they would fall directly.

(End of chapter)