Out of Yunlan County, all the way north. Thinking back to that group of people on the way, I think that the three-leaf mercenary group is really domineering, and even he has to interrogate all the way before he can leave, no wonder the two men said last night not to move around at will, it seems that the mercenaries are all mustard people.

But when you think about it, mercenaries are dancing on the tip of a knife all year round, and they are bloody and cold-blooded people, which is common sense.

Then he thought of the stout leading woman, who made him feel familiar, but he was sure that among the people he knew, there was no such person.

"Maybe it's just that people are similar, if it's really someone you know, your appearance can change, but your breath will never change. ”

On the mainland, changing one's appearance cannot hide one's identity, and only when even the breath is changed, can even those who have seen him not recognize him.

At that time, Murong Jun used the Tibetan Xinggong to change his aura in the trapped beast field, so when he was practicing martial arts, even Ma Zhuguang couldn't recognize him for a while, if it wasn't for Yun Tongtian's natural means, Murong Jun would not have been exposed at all.

Thinking is like a horse, and before you know it, half an hour is in the past. After passing through a jungle, at a glance, you will see a plain, and at the end of the plain, the white mist covers the forest, reaching the sky, and everywhere you look, there is white mist fluttering.

Every now and then a strong gust of wind blows, and the thick vine branches hidden under the white mist flicker.

"Judging by the sturdy branches that suddenly appeared, the plants in this misty forest are at least hundreds of meters high, right?"

Murong Jun looked at the plants in the jungle behind him, the highest was only thirty or forty meters, which was already quite huge, and it was really hard to imagine how huge the plants in this mist were.

At this time, the sky is hazy, the dawn is approaching, and a morning dawn breaks out. Suddenly, I heard a noisy sound behind me.

Murong Jun thought to himself, "It should be the three-leaf mercenary group that came just now." Dawn is the best time to enter the Misty Forest, and it is not the first time they have come to this Misty Forest, so how could they miss it. ”

Murong Jun didn't want to have too much intersection with them, most of the people in this group looked down on people who were lower than their own strength, raised their steps, jumped down the plain, and ran quickly.

There was a sound of rustling in the jungle, Uncle Qin and his party walked out of the jungle, looking at the white mist forest that could not see the sky, although they had been here many times, they couldn't help but marvel every time they saw this scene.

Suddenly, I heard a person exclaim: "Look, it's the young man just now!"

Everyone looked towards the plain, only to see a figure shuttling among them, Uncle Qin was surprised: "This son rushed into the misty forest like this?"

"Could it be that he can't find death?" said the leading woman's eyes, but there was something strange in her heart.

In the misty forest, the blood beasts in it are all insects, and most of the insects live in groups. Whenever they enter the misty forest, they are not all in groups of three or five, and if they are just walking alone, they are only lured by staying outside the outer white mist, and from time to time low-level insects and beasts will fly out.

When everyone was surprised, the figure on the plain was already shrouded in white mist and could not be seen.

"Rushing into the misty forest like this, there is no chance of survival, and it is the first time I have seen such a stupid person. Let's go and get in at the best time. Uncle Qin shouted behind him in the last sentence, he took the lead, jumped down the plain by himself, and the group followed, vaguely everyone seemed to follow some kind of rule when they ran around, and from a high place, the whole team was in the shape of a five-star.

When they were about to approach a hundred meters away from the white fog, the group slowed down their pace and crept forward in unison, and finally they were shrouded in the white fog.

......

Approaching the white mist, the thick plants hidden in it seemed to be seen clearly, and the eyes were full of emerald green, full of green.

The next moment, Murong Jun suddenly disappeared into the white mist, and when he looked at it, he saw that there were more than a dozen thick branches, like rattans, entwined with each other like green dragons, rising into the sky, looking up, only to see the emerald green disappearing in the air, the white mist sealed the sky, and it was impossible to see clearly.

The white fog is fluttering all around, everything in front of you is flickering, the field of vision is only ten meters, it is all white, which is mixed with a little emerald green, for a while, it is like being in a dream, weird and mysterious.

"The view in the misty forest is only ten meters away, and it is true. ”

Murong Jun looked around, and immediately took up the Tibetan exercises, his ears trembled, and the picture within a hundred meters in four or five hundred meters was already reflected in his mind, and at this moment, his face turned pale with fright, and he exclaimed: "So many insects!?"

At this moment, within 500 meters of him fifty meters away, there were dense insects. This insect has long thin wings on its back, six limbs, the size of a fist, and a body with segmented branches, and has a stinging needle-shaped mouthpart. This insect beast is called Locust, and it is a second-level blood beast, and its strength is equivalent to the strength of a cultivator's foundation.

Now he crouched on the thick emerald green vine branches, and his eyes glared at him faintly.

If it was a locust, he could kill it with his hands, but now the number is too many to count.

Murong Jun's hair was numb for a while, although he knew that this Misty Forest was in danger and incalculable, but why did he attract so many insects to stare at him for such a small piece of meat as soon as he came in? Is it enough for them?

But Murong Jun didn't know that this dense insect was caused by his rapid rush into the white mist, which was why Uncle Qin and his party were all determined that he would die.

"If I hadn't sensed the range of the Tibetan exercises, I'm afraid I would have died in the mouthparts of this group of locusts. "Sometimes Murong Jun felt that although a low-level exercise like the Tibetan Practice Gong was not helpful to his strength, the practicality of his assistance was really incomparable.

But after all, the Tibetan practice is only a human-level low-grade exercise, if others get this bloodline inheritance exercise, I am afraid that even the cultivation will be due to the bloodline level, and can only stop below the foundation period, what is the use?

Murong Jun knelt lightly on the ground and took out a blue stone from his arms, this thing was called the Guide Stone, and the destination was to point to a small county of the Diluo Dynasty on the edge of the Misty Forest.

The road is blocked by white fog all around, and if there is no guide stone, you will lose your way in this white fog at any time.

After he found the right direction, he kept lying on the ground, not daring to move, and doubled his Tibetan practice, and as time passed, the breath was hidden deeper and deeper.

The place where Murong Jun was located was the edge of the white mist, and the insects did not dare to move, and the frightened prey escaped out, and only by waiting for the prey to break in on its own could they besiege it in one fell swoop.

But as his breath slowly became less and less, the second-level insect beasts did not have much spiritual intelligence, they all thought that the prey was dead, and with a buzzing sound, some insects flapped their thin wings and flew away.

Suddenly, there was a sound of blade handing over in the distance, and under this alarm, most of the insects no longer paid attention to Murong Jun, who was lying on the ground, and flew towards the place where the sound came from.

Two hundred meters away in the northeast, a group of people flew tricks, facing strange-shaped insects and beasts, waving their hands to kill.

"The three-leaf mercenary group is here!"

Murong Jun's ears trembled, and he listened intently, and the subtle situation two hundred meters away was easily reflected in his mind.

Uncle Qin and his entourage, in the shape of a five-star formation, each standing in an orderly manner, if there are insects and beasts flying close, a knife light flies by, it is a different place.

Uncle Qin drank lightly: "Try not to kill, so as not to provoke high-level insect beasts." ”

Everyone understood, took care of their own formation, tried to kill insects and beasts as much as possible, and moved forward steadily and slowly. As the tea time passed, the number of attacking insects and beasts increased.

The insects and beasts where Murong Jun was were all led over to Uncle Qin, keeping the Tibetan practice running, hiding his breath to a low level, and his figure shuttled between the thick vine branches, but not a single insect beast found his figure.

"Looking at them like this, they should be the same as me, with a field of vision of no more than ten meters. Murong Jun secretly shouted at the magic of the Misty Forest, and in the flash of his eyes, he thought again: "Hang behind them first, the corpses of first- and second-level insects and beasts are of no value to them, but it is different for me." ”