Including Chen Zijing, when everyone returned to the place where the valley was just now, they were all dumbfounded!

It turned out that the hundred beast carts in the center of the caravan were all running around in the big pit below, and these beast carts and the gray-armored Lu Ming beast were all intact.

Each car was covered with complex patterns that formed a protective shield to protect the beast cart and the gray-armored Lu Ming Beast in the middle.

"Inscription Formation?" Chen Zijing stared at him when he saw this, and his face showed a look of disbelief.

This is a very advanced formation, which can provide strong protection for the beast chariot, but almost no caravan will choose to use it, the reason is simple, this thing is too expensive, it is better to get it out and transport the goods, and it will not return to the original cost at all.

This made Chen Zijing, who had just flown back, more and more confused and dignified in his heart, and he could see that this cargo delivery was definitely not simple, and it should involve the grievances between the two great forces of the Demon Dao.

"My luck is really 'good'......" Chen Zijing said secretly with self-deprecation, her face full of helplessness.

Now he is involved in a whirlpool torrent again, but once he comes, he can only slowly find a chance to slip away again.

He will not resign directly and abruptly, otherwise he will be too conspicuous among the martial artists, and he is likely to be suspected by the other party.

This time, the convoy was about 100 cars, and they had no more carriages, so they had to sit cross-legged on them, which was not comfortable.

Fortunately, they have now arrived at the first border city of Hengjiang Country, "Fumang City", which is not big, but similar to most border cities, it is very prosperous.

The buildings of Yokoe Province are more akin to the feeling of small bridges and flowing water, and the climate here is relatively humid due to the abundant rain every year.

This demon caravan has taken a break here and re-recruited warriors. Labor and the purchase of animal carts.

Although he entered Hengjiang Country before, he was basically in the mountains, and it was not until he came to this Fumang City that Chen Zijing completely understood the customs here.

The people of Hengjiang are good at singing and dancing and cloud smoke, and you can see smoke pipes and singing and dancing performances everywhere.

Including a complete appreciation of nature. There are also things that can be done without permission, the distinction is obvious, and all of them are clearly marked!

Here, the martial artists of the entire team are lively, and the martial artists are all swordsmen who lick blood, not to mention the demon warriors?

Moreover, the Kabuki here are not ordinary mortals, and although they sell their bodies, many are even martial artists.

Many of them were annexed by the major forces, and the remnants of the hostile forces were sent here. Many girls who used to be proud are now being picked.

These big men have naturally fallen into madness at this time, and for them, martial arts girls are hundreds of times stronger than ordinary mortal girls, and they can't be compared at all.

Chen Zijing looked at those low-level martial artists who were fooling around and shook his head helplessly, he walked to the post station here, it was not very comfortable to sit on the beast cart for so many days.

Although the warrior doesn't care about this. But everyone wants to be able to live comfortably, especially if he is still injured.

The best restaurant in Fumang City "Drunken Xiang Building".

Chen Zijing ordered several of the best dishes. All of them are cooked with local spirit animals, and in the evening, they meditate again to heal their wounds.

He was not at ease now, he originally thought that this old guy named Lu Huan would take back his Yuan Zhi when he came here, but he didn't expect him to still lock on to everyone, which made him feel a strong sense of crisis in his heart.

Of course, the other party will not target himself, but Chen Zijing is afraid that the other party will find out his problems. After all, he has hidden cultivation, although in this randomly formed caravan, hidden cultivation is nothing, and he will only take as much money as he does it.

But when he learned that the caravan was not carrying ordinary objects, it was completely different. If the other person doubts himself, he will be in danger to himself.

It is for this reason that Chen Zijing does not run around, but simply meditates, just to prevent attracting the attention of the other party.

The next day, the caravan did not stop and continued to rush on the road.

Chen Zijing obediently followed the team forward, honestly completed his work, and was very low-key in this team, not showing the mountains and waters.

More than half a month passed, and the caravan came to the Luluo River in the central and southern part of the Hengjiang country, changed from a beast cart to a ship, and walked west along this river, directly from the waterway to the bottomless river.

The river is mighty and misty.

This time, all the people and cargo were divided on three large merchant ships, and everything has gone more smoothly since the last attack.

Chen Zijing sat on the last boat, he had a separate room, and after setting up the isolation formation, he no longer went out, and kept repairing the subtle injuries in his body alone, straightening out the injured meridians in his body.

After sailing on the river for three full days, his cultivation finally returned to the early stage of martial arts, which was faster than he expected.

At this rate, I think that when I reach the confluence of the Luluo River and the Bottomless River, I will be able to fully recover.

However, the more you want to get something, the more you will not be able to do so.

The sky is cloudy, and the river is tortuous.

Just as the three merchant ships were marching to a bend in the river, a heavy fog suddenly rose on the river!

Chen Zijing looked out through the window of the ship, her brows furrowed slightly, and she muttered, "What a big fog......

I saw that the fog outside the window was quite thick, and the visibility could not even exceed a distance of more than ten meters, and the white gas kept rolling on the river surface.

Chen Zijing looked out solemnly, her eyes kept rolling.

Ghost energy, this is what I exercised when I got along with Ghost Shura for a long time, and I can smell ghosts with my nose, but ordinary people don't have this ability.

Chen Zijing didn't want an accident at this time, he was now a martial artist in the martial arts period, and once he got out of the cabin, he would probably be discovered by Lu Huan.

And at present, his cultivation has only recovered to the early stage of martial arts, which is not enough to see at all, if he recovers to the peak stage, he can barely entangle with the ordinary martial arts in the early stage of martial saints.

"But right now" Chen Zijing smiled bitterly and scratched his head, at this time he could only improvise.

Seeing that the fog outside was getting thicker and thicker, suddenly a burst of sound came into my ears, and at first I couldn't hear it clearly, but soon it became clearer and clearer, it was a girl singing.

The melodious singing voice reverberates constantly, coming and going

"Sure enough!" Chen Zijing roared, and the warriors on the three ships were all nervous!

Many people ran from the cabin to the deck, looking at the depths of the thick fog of the river, only to see faint lights flickering.

On the first boat, there is a local guide named Ma Laohao, this old man has been fighting on the river for half his life, mixed up a name river mouse, and has extremely rich experience in boating.

Sailing on the river is different from the endless sea, the waterways here are narrow in many places, and the water conditions are also complicated, and it is easy to have accidents without the guidance of familiar people, especially in the river water, there are many ghosts, and even water ghosts.

At this time, Ma Laohao, who was standing on the deck, roared with a pale face: "It's not good!

He hurriedly looked at Lu Huan next to him, and said almost pleadingly: "Senior, you can't go any more, you must quickly kowtow on the deck, and then turn around and retreat." ”

Lu Huan's brows furrowed, after becoming the ancestor of the Martial Saint Period, when did he ever kneel down to someone? Ma Laohao was simply farting!

Thinking of this, he snorted coldly, and another stout donkey-faced warrior next to him immediately roared: "Get out! The ancestor asked you to lead the way, not to let you take everyone to kowtow!"

These words were like thunder, and the shocked old man almost knelt on the ground!

Lu Huan waved his hand and said, "Forget it, it's just a mortal, naturally with limited knowledge, and short-sightedness." ”

After speaking, he stepped to the bow of the boat, jumped to the edge of the boat on tiptoe, followed by his cold eyes looking ahead, condensed the vitality of one hand, and waved it lightly!

In an instant, a terrible wind swept forward! A thick fog suddenly spread! A dilapidated old boat fluttered on the surface of the river, and an old lady stood at the stern of the boat, with her long hair reaching to her waist and her face invisible, holding a lantern in her hand.

But the rickety body and the rough palms of the old tree revealed her age.

This guy stood motionless on the ship, like a dummy, and behind him were two red-clothed ghosts, the same red-clothed twins that the caravan had encountered before! (To be continued......