Mengche is still moving forward in a daze.

The water in the upper lake area is very shallow, and the water only reaches the neck.

In addition to Mengche, there were a few people who came quietly here, leaning down and trying to avoid the lakeside area, where there were no big people.

In the Shanghu District, there are some areas near the lakeside, and the Water Pavilion is built with Chinese cedar wood. Pavilion benches, rockery grass trees, and even maids occasionally or passing through, all aspects are extremely in place for the Bai family to win over the strong. The room is not separated from all the fog, like incense, bathing and meditating, all of which are extremely comfortable.

In the thick fog, above the Upper Lake District.

There was a spring, bubbling out at an alarming rate, gushing out, and the air around it was filled with a terrible chill.

There was an old man in a white robe by the spring, holding a fishing rod, not knowing what he was fishing in this cold pool, sitting like an ice sculpture. The gaze that swept from time to time seemed to be able to see through this heavy mellow white.

How long has he been sitting here? I can't even remember.

Except for a few young dolls who had been here in person, no one knew that he was here. Even the people of the Bai family didn't know.

All he knew was why he was here.

His name, Bai Zen.

Every once in a while, there will be all kinds of uninvited guests in Shanghu District, most of them are guards and the like who have been recruited by the Bai family. He was not in the slightest concerned about any of their actions, and he had no interest in them.

In front of the Spirit Realm, there are too few people who can experience the spirit of the gods, and the Spirit Realm looks down on this place, so the Fog Lake is more of a gimmick, but it is actually a chicken rib.

The people who come here are all here in the name of the Foggy Lake, and some people have little to gain, but they all want to show their talent and exaggerate their utility. Therefore, it is even more wonderful to spread falsehoods.

This time, the old man also glanced lightly and withdrew his gaze. When he looked again, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"One less?"

Although he didn't seem to care about anything, he knew very well that there were forty-two people who came this time, and eleven of them sneaked into Shanghu District.

But at this time, there were still 31 people in Xiahu District, but only 10 people remained in Shanghu District.

The mind opened, and the missing person could not be found in the entire Foggy Lake Annex.

How strong is the memory of the Spirit Realm? In his mind, the portrait of Meng Che was slowly sketched, and it was meticulous!

Divine thoughts are like the tide of the sea, surging in all directions, submerging a radius of twenty miles, like mercury pouring into the ground, and the insight is endless.

No! No! No!

"This kid...... Where did it go? ”

……

Mengche didn't realize it at the moment, until the lake water reached his nose and choked on water, and then he suddenly woke up.

The fog had disappeared, and he saw the scenery of the foggy lake. The pavilions and water pavilions are simple and elegant.

I saw ten sneaky people, like him, sneaking around the Shanghu District, scattered in various places, but they didn't know it.

I also saw that on a rock wall in the distance, an old man looked at this, frowning, and puzzled.

Can't anyone else see it? Is there fog around them? Meng Che waved his hand, and when he saw that the others did not react, he was sure.

But this old man can see through such a fog? Each time the gaze fell precisely on one person.

Meng Che felt creepy, what strength does this need?

And why do you just glance at the others over and over again, ignoring him? Is it impossible to see him? And then find out that he suddenly disappeared?

I didn't have time to think about anything else, and I didn't know what the situation was, so I looked around.

The surroundings are no different from the Foggy Lake, except that there is no fog. There is a sinkhole ten zhang in front of him, with a diameter of more than two zhang, glowing with a faint blue light, I don't know how deep it is.

Can't go any further! Meng Che knew very well in his heart that it was too cold ahead. It's not about the temperature, it's about the soul. At this moment, his thoughts were slow, his limbs were about to be out of control, and he was drowsy. Maybe just a few more steps forward, and you will pass out, and your soul will be frozen, and you will sleep here!

But in front of Mengche, there was a guard who came in with him, walking very close to the sinkhole, as if stepping on the void, unaffected.

Meng Che's heart suddenly dawned.

His situation at this time is like a shadow puppet show, with hundreds of characters on the same curtain, but he can deduce multiple scenes.

At this moment, the giant curtain of the foggy lake separated him from the others. The two scenes overlapped, but there was such a sinkhole in front of him!

Intrigued, Moncher took out a spear from the storage ring, tore his clothes into strips of cloth, tied them under the tip of the spear, and threw them into the hole.

Thirty zhang strips of cloth have been used up, and they have not yet reached the bottom. Tried to pull it back, but encountered a strange force and broke off.

Meng Che felt a pain in his flesh, it was a spirit soldier, and he was actually lost here.

He deliberately used a gun instead of a halberd, for fear that there would be a crack in the rock that would hook the spirit soldier. If the tip of the spear is blocked, with the sharpness of the spirit soldier, the rock can be broken with a little force, but I don't want to be a little sloppy.

Suddenly, an illusory spirit swayed out of the center of his eyebrows, facing the entrance of the cave. A strange suction power appeared on his body, actively absorbing these cold qi that could easily freeze Mengche!

"Master!" Mengche was pleasantly surprised.

The spirit ignored him, its illusory eyes closed, and the absorption momentum increased.

After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, looked at Meng Che and smiled, and a divine thought came out: "Long time no see, little guy." ”

"Master, you're awake!" Meng Che laughed.

When Shizun woke up, he felt that he suddenly had a backbone, and the panic and confusion of wandering alone were swept away. This kind of trembling and walking on thin ice makes him very uncomfortable, but he is bound to be strong, and being strong without background and strength is a joke.

"What is this place?"

"In the Fog Lake Courtyard of the Bai Family in Qingqiu City!"

"Qingqiu City...... Foggy Lake ......" Mengche could slightly feel the "whisper" of the spirit of the master, "The larvae of the withered cicada are called pupae, or maggots......

"Strange thing...... It should have been extinct in antiquity......"

didn't continue to think about it, but asked, "Little guy, now you are refining qi......"

Before he finished speaking, Meng Che only saw the face of the spirit change drastically.

"Master? ......" Meng Che asked in confusion without knowing what was going on.

The spirits were horrified.

He clearly remembered that Mengyuan was shocked by Mengche's entry that day, and what he said was...... Gather gas, not ...... Refining Qi!

The name of the Qi Gathering Realm...... Belong...... Troubled Ancient!!

The ancients are desolate, and the ancients are chaotic!!

There are very few records of the ancient chaos in later generations, but all of them show that this era, the emperor and the immortal, the collapse of the road and the collapse of the sky!!

What era is this?!

What is this place?!

That's what it is...... Forbidden?!

Cangsheng Dream Road! A dream forever!

A dream...... Eternal!!

Did the battle of Bulao Mountain drag him into the upper reaches of the long river of time?

That......

Is this a dream?

Still is......

Ancient?!