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Dare to ...... There is no evidence or clues in the Sword Pavilion, so it just depends on guessing?

Relying on a guess, he marched in a big way?How could it be so simple for the drunken ghost's heart to suddenly move?

"Xu Zhangjiao, since we are all here, we naturally have to move forward. The drunken ghost's face was a little unsightly, "It's just that since we are willing to take risks, why should Xu Zhangjiao hide anything?"

Xu Yiyang looked at the drunken ghost, and only chuckled after a while: "Concealment? Do you think that my Sword Pavilion got some treasure map, and I got here according to the map?"

The drunken ghost couldn't help but stagnate, yes, this is the most likely thing, but it is also the most nonsense thing - the situation of the Sword Pavilion gives them the energy to do such a thing?

It's really just a guess!

The drunken ghost was silent and did not speak, and the faces of several monks behind him were also a little gloomy.

"The road ahead is difficult, and we don't know what kind of danger exists. If the Drunken Palm Sect retreats, my Sword Pavilion will never say anything, Oujiu Mountain Pass is still a friend of my Sword Pavilion. Xu Yiyang looked at the drunken ghost with a smile.

The drunken man remained silent. After a while, he laughed out loud, turned to look at the three Mahayana monks under his door and said, "They all say that our evil monks are heroic and generous, but now it seems that we are going to be laughed at by the Daoists of the Sword Pavilion. In that case, what else is there to say? I will accompany you fellow Daoists forward, even if we encounter any dangerous falls, we will not be able to cultivate enough, and we will not be able to complain about others!"

The practice of monks is true to their hearts and natures, and they must not be shaken. If a monk who chooses the evil path is the kind of person who cares about it in his heart, how can he be successful in his cultivation?

Since he is a broad generation, why bother at this moment?

Therefore, the drunken ghost laughed loudly, and the Mahayana monks behind him also laughed.

Xu Yiyang had a feeling that he didn't know what to say. The best result was naturally for the drunken ghost to go back, and a group of people from their Sword Pavilion would carefully investigate. However, now that the drunken ghost has taken the initiative to stay, Xu Yiyang can't say anything.

However, the Sword Pavilion still needs friends.

Therefore, Xu Yiyang didn't think about it anymore, and let out a long breath: "Since that's the case, let's go!"

Now, although Xu Yiyang has not recovered from Zhihai, in terms of combat effectiveness, there is no hindrance, and naturally it is impossible for people to carry it anymore. However, at the moment, he is still the center of everyone's protection.

Although he was guarded by a group of people, Xu Yiyang still felt that the fog was like a wall. As soon as he walked into this Netherworld Fog Forest, Xu Yiyang felt that he was forced into a blanket.

In both eyes, there was nothing to see, only a gray mist.

Xu Yiyang frowned, and his divine sense began to spread. Instead, a surprising scene appeared, Xu Yiyang felt as if his divine consciousness was carrying a heavy burden, and every inch released required great strength. After exhausting his strength, Xu Yiyang found that his divine consciousness was only a few feet away from his body.

It restricts the divine sense, and the fog is so thick that you can't really reach out and see your five fingers, if there is an undead creature sneaking up in the dark...... Just thinking about it, Xu Yiyang felt so terrible.

Walking forward slowly, Xu Yiyang concentrated his attention like never before. In this place, no amount of divine probe, no sharp eye, all of them are of no use. The only thing that can help is to listen carefully and feel the fluctuations of the aura.

It's just that...... The aura here is like a pool of stagnant water! Xu Yiyang couldn't help but feel a little sneering--Could it be that there is such a good thing? The aura here is silent, doesn't it mean that as long as there is a fluctuation, it can be detected immediately?

Before Xu Yiyang could turn around this thought in his heart, Fei Yuanzhi's voice in front of him rang out: "Be careful, everyone, the fog changes, the wood is rotten!"

This...... What does that mean?

Before Xu Yiyang understood what Fei Yuanzhi meant, his body suddenly warmed, and several magic tricks were directly printed on his body.

Moving forward, Xu Yiyang suddenly found that there was a fog in front of him, and he didn't know when it made him feel a little hairy in his heart!

"It's okay, just keep going. Pang Sigong's voice sounded gently, "It's just a bit of a rotten poison, and I can't help my tricks." ”

Xu Yiyang nodded, took a step forward, and then understood what is called wood rotten poison - I saw that the gray mist suddenly churned and rolled towards him. At this moment, a halo flashed on his body, and those mist suddenly turned into countless rancid droplets and poured them on.

However, the means of robbing the monks are really good. This looked very strange mist, but in front of that circle of aura, it was so powerless. Xu Yiyang took a deep breath and forcibly expanded his divine sense, but was shocked to find that these mist seemed to know that he was the lowest cultivation among a group of people, and after Fei Yuanzhi's encounter, he ignored Pang Sizhi and the drunken ghost and others, and just attacked him alone.

This damn fog, also know that persimmons pick soft pinch?

Xu Yiyang couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Then, Xu Yiyang suddenly froze.

Until now, he hadn't noticed any aura fluctuations!

In other words, the transformation of this fog is simply nowhere to be found......

This is really a sinister and vicious trick. Xu Yiyang sighed, and before he could go far, those rancid droplets suddenly turned into raging flames, and swept out towards Xu Yiyang with a bang.

Saying that it was too late, Xu Yiyang made a little move, and suddenly a flying sword shone out, and the endless sword qi instantly stretched out, forming a wall of sword light. Those flames swept over, and they were counterattacked by the sword light, and they immediately dissipated without a trace.

Before Xu Yiyang could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard Xuan Xiao snort softly. Immediately, a light mask suddenly appeared on Xu Yiyang's body. Before Xu Yiyang came back to his senses, he felt a shock in his heart, and the mental connection with the flying sword was erased a little in an instant.

"Put away the flying sword!" Xuan Lonely's voice was cold, but it was full of boundless arrogance, "With me waiting, how can you call the Sect Leader Supreme?

Xu Yiyang nodded, regardless of whether Xuan Lin saw it or not, as soon as his mind moved, he withdrew the flying sword, and then strode forward.

Sure enough, an invisible force suddenly bombarded me. But the light mask was really sharp, and there was no change at all, but the invasion in the dark had already dissipated.

Only then did Xu Yiyang know why in Yang Pojun's mouth, he had only talked about the Knight's Mountain and the Lich Daze, but never mentioned anything about the Netherworld Mist Forest and the Sword Pool of the Sword Mountain.

Not to mention the more dangerous Sword Mountain Sword Pond in the back, only this Netherworld Fog Forest, Xu Yiyang believes that if he and Yang Pojun break in, they will definitely be dead.

Even if there are no undead, so will they!

Because after only a quarter of an hour forward, Xu Yiyang knew that he had lost his way......

When he arrived here, Xu Yiyang tried to think about all kinds of methods, but found that whether it was the methods he used when he was a mortal, or the various magical powers after becoming a monk, they were all useless here.

I really don't know how the master broke through this place in the first place! Xu Yiyang couldn't help but secretly feel awe--he is really not a genius! Not to mention anything else, even if he reaches the Yuanying cultivation, can he easily break through this place?

The Netherworld Fog Forest was really dangerous and abnormal, but Xu Yiyang walked forward easily under the protection of a group of Mahayana monks. The mask looked unusually weak, like an eggshell, but no matter what strange changes those fogs had, it was in vain.

Xu Yiyang and his entourage walked forward in the Netherworld Fog Forest, but the monks' camp was not calm.

Especially in the stone hall, the expressions on the faces of the group were extremely ugly.

"Those undead creatures......" The bandit's body was like electricity, and he floated in from outside the stone hall in a flash, but his face was a little blue, "It's starting to move!"

This sentence did not provoke any reaction from everyone.

"There must be a big secret here, otherwise the Sword Pavilion has such good intentions?" Feng Mingxuan pondered for a moment before slowly speaking, "Moreover, when they attacked, they said that they would stir up the formation of the undead. Now it's a good thing, they rushed all the way and actually broke away...... We have been betrayed by the Sword Pavilion!"

Feng Mingxuan's words immediately aroused a chorus of echo, whether it was Yang Yili of the Daomen or Li Jukui, they all agreed. And even the people from the Dao Sect agreed, do you still want to ask the attitude of the Demon Sect and the Demon Clan?

But there are still people who oppose it.

That's the evil way!

I saw Mingshan sneering: "According to Patriarch Feng's words, drunken ghost Daoist friends, but also betrayed everyone with bad intentions?" Patriarch Feng, some things are done, but they can't be too ugly!"

Feng Mingxuan stood up in an instant: "Mingshan Zhangjiao, what do you mean by this?" As he spoke, his pretty face was already covered with severe frost.

Mingshan sneered, and rolled his eyes: "What, Patriarch Feng wants to scare me? What does this mean? Doesn't Patriarch Feng know?"

"Presumptuous!"

"How daring, you dare to talk to my patriarch like this!"