For the past day, Yu Zhi had been at the end of the caravan, and he was observing the white mist.

Deserted villages along the way..... Yu Zhi has always associated the village with the white mist, and the people of those villages are generally swallowed by the white fog like the five people who "lost" in the caravan, which can also be explained.

But these weird white fogs didn't give Yu Zhi too much oppression, but the breath behind the white fog made Yu Zhi even more frightened. What made Yu Zhi even more strange was that the aura that gave him a strange feeling did not seem to belong to the human race, but more like a night ghost.

So, Yu Zhi had a bold conjecture, the strange and sudden white fog of the empty villages along the way..... If the two are not related......

Well, all this is not difficult to explain.

After leaving the carriage, Yu Zhi said to the steward and Zhou Hu: "Tonight, take turns to be on guard. If there are no accidents, we will be able to leave tomorrow morning. ”

San'er still wanted to say something, but when he thought of Yu Zhi's words just now, he swallowed his saliva and held back. is the same Cracked Stone Sanpin, he is much older, but he was threatened by the teenager, and it was really difficult to swallow this breath.

"Brother Li, I'm tired." Zhou Hu said with a fist at Yu Zhi.

Yu Zhi waved his hand indifferently, picked up a sword casually, and walked towards the depths of the white mist.

Yu Zhi, who had broken away from the caravan, walked more lightly, slamming into the white mist like a wild bull. Even if he was in the formation, Yu Zhi didn't worry about anything. Such confidence comes from its own strength.

On the trip to the north, Yu Zhi was very aggrieved, and he was cautious at every step, for fear of finding a flaw for Mr. San and others. Now that he is in secrecy, no one knows when he went south or where he has gone.

Therefore, Yu Zhi was not worried about Yan Yun's eighteen horsemen intercepting and killing, and some cats and dogs he encountered on the road were killed casually, and they should be eliminated for the people.

Especially those killers under Mr. Three, see one killing another.

This is also thanks to Ning Huan, who abandoned the darkness and turned to the light.

Yu Zhi couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Ning Huan is a good person. ”

The white mist was very thick, like curtains stacked on top of each other. When moving through the white mist, there is always some resistance.

During the day, the sunlight can also penetrate some white fog, allowing people to see a little light. But at night, it's even darker in the fog.

Yu Zhi ran true qi, his eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, and he saw the surroundings. The most obvious change that "Villain" brought to Yu Zhi is these eyes that can see the flow of true qi.

Outside of the white mist, the figure of the white mist also noticed Yu Zhi who had left the caravan.

"Hehe, it seems that I was frightened and broke in."

He used the white mist to set up a formation, killed many people, and saw more similar scenes. Those trapped in the white fog were frightened, tormented by fear, and then broke into the white fog like crazy, struggling for a chance to survive.

As everyone knows, this will only make them die faster.

"I have besieged them for a day, and I will kill them tonight, so that they may return to their lives. Simple, really simple. This time the task was so simple. ”

As soon as the words fell, the originally lifeless white mist began to float, and then turned into ghostly appearances, floating around the caravan.

"Hahaha!"

"Hey, hey, hey!"

A grim and cold voice came from the mouths of these small white imps, large and small, dragging people into boundless fear.

"What's going on? What are these things? ”

"Hell, run!"

"Mountain ghosts, this must be the work of mountain ghosts."

The caravan fell into a panic, and the subordinates of those caravans were so frightened that they hid on the ground of the carriage and did not dare to move, while the cultivators of the first and second grades of the Split Stone even rushed into the white mist and disappeared without a trace.

The sound of horror mixed with the imp's eerie laughter echoed in the white mist.

As if they were here to ask for their lives, they pounced on everyone in the caravan, strangled them by the neck, or picked up their swords on the ground and slashed at them.

Faced with such a situation, Zhou Hu completely lost control, he held the knife in his hand and said, "I can't control the others, the five of us brothers will protect the carriage first." ”

All four of them nodded, and in such a situation, only unity can survive.

A little imp swept across with a large knife that was taller than him, and the knife was already stained with blood.

Zhou Hu raised his foot and kicked it, his true anger burst out, the big knife fell to the ground with a sonorous sound, and the little ghost turned into a white mist and dissipated.

The strength of each imp is not high, but in the vast white mist, the imps pounced like thousands of horses, they are dead things, there is no fear, and they are not afraid of death at all.

There are many ghosts, and they are invincible!

Zhou Hu shouted loudly: "People who want to live are all here, don't mess around, guard the carriage." If you survive an hour, you will be able to live. ”

An Hour...... Even Zhou Hu himself didn't know where this statement came from.

But he understood that the whole caravan was now scattered, and only by uniting everyone and giving them hope of survival could the lives of most people be saved.

An hour is Zhou Hu's hope to everyone, and it is also Zhou Hu's distress signal to the young man who is deep in the white mist.

Sure enough, when everyone heard Zhou Hu's words, they picked up the weapons scattered on the ground and gathered towards the side of the carriage.

Zhou Hu looked into the depths of the white mist, hoping that the young man could bring a miracle.

......

Yu Zhi also noticed the situation on the caravan's side, and screams were heard all around him, it was those who had broken into the white mist.

Suddenly, the white mist in front of him turned into a little ghost and rushed towards Yu Zhi.

Yu knew that his eyes were quick, he calmly swung his sword, and a sword qi slashed down the little ghost and flew towards the depths of the white mist.

After walking a few more steps, the little ghost appeared from time to time and attacked Yu Zhi.

"Found you!" The corners of Yu Zhi's mouth twitched, and a figure of white mist appeared in the slightly fluorescent pupils.

The figure of the white mist lurked in the white mist like a ghost, and as long as he wanted to, the entire white mist was his place.

"It is said that the eldest daughter of the Su family has a bewitching demeanor, round and jade, if you can taste the pair of white rabbits on her chest, the taste is also wonderful. It's a pity that I don't have this blessing, even her half-dead husband doesn't have this blessing. ”

"The news of her death came back to Sioux City, and I wonder if her husband will be a little sad."

The figure of the white mist smiled obscenely, in the fog he was a ghost and an emperor, controlling the life and death of all life in the white mist.

Bang!

A thunderclap shook the white mist.

Purple thunder as thick as a bucket fell towards the white mist figure.

Discovered? ...... The figure of the white mist didn't have time to be shocked, the figure dissipated, and quietly merged into the white mist.

The purple thunder blasted the ground into a scorched earth, and wisps of black smoke were swallowed up by the thick white mist before they could drift.

Hmph, it's just luck, look for me once, can you find me a second time? ...... The figure of the white mist is extremely confident, he has killed many people, even the strong people on the open monument are extremely difficult to find him in the white mist.

As soon as this thought arose, a strong sense of crisis surged into his heart.

Dangerous!

The wind and snow sword light invaded, dispelled the white mist, and also arrived in front of him.

The white mist dissipated, revealing its true body. His true face was never shown to outsiders.

The raging sword light fell on his body, and countless blood marks appeared on his body in an instant, and a little red blood flower was dotted on the white mist like cotton wool.

"Fog ghost, Nanzhou killer, under the armor-breaking six grades, is good at using fog as a formation to trap and kill targets. It is said that he has been wrapped in fog all day long, and no one has ever seen his true face. ”

As the sound drifted out of the white mist, Yu Zhi's figure also came to the front of the fog ghost.

The delicate boy, the boy who cracked the stone and the three grades.

The fog ghost didn't know how the three grades of the Split Stone were able to display such a powerful martial art, and he didn't understand how the boy found his true body in the white mist.

So easy?

The fog ghost is a rickety old man, short in stature, with a sneaky appearance, and the two mustaches at the corners of his mouth are even more obscene.

"How do you know my name?"

Yu Zhi smiled and said, "I not only know your name, but I also know that you are a subordinate of Mr. San. ”

The fog ghost's eyes were stunned, and he looked at Yu Zhi's gaze with a little more fear. It is not difficult to know that he is a fog ghost, but it is extremely difficult to know the relationship between himself and Mr. San.

"Who are you?"

Yu Zhi smiled without saying a word, lifted his sword, and killed the fog ghost.

The fog ghost flew back, hiding his figure in the white mist again, and at the same time raised his hands, shooting two poisonous arrows from his sleeves.

Seeing that Yu Zhi didn't dodge or dodge, a sneer appeared in the fog ghost's eyes.

This is the poisoned arrow he bought from the ghost market at a great price, and the arrow was put in the poison that sealed the throat with blood for 7749 days, even the strong man on the stele could not escape death.

The fog ghost controls the fog and kills people in a array. This also means that his hand-to-hand combat is not his forte.

Facing the strongest bodyguard in the caravan but the four armor-breaking grades, the fog ghost still chose to use the fog array that he was proud of. In fact, with his strength of breaking the armor and six grades, he entered the caravan, and within half an hour, the caravan was completely wiped out.

Of course, this is in the exclusion of Yu Zhi.

Yu Zhi learned many of the killer's methods from Ning Huan, and called it insidious.

In the face of two poisonous arrows, Yu Zhi did not retreat, and with the blessing of "Instant Star", his figure galloped like a star, easily dodging the poisonous arrows.

So fast...... The fog ghosts hiding in the white mist were terrified.

Run, this person is not something I can deal with, don't want this damn bounty, how can money matter?

The desire to escape is especially strong.

The fog ghost could never have imagined that the young man in this caravan had such strength.

The fog ghost wandered rapidly in the white fog like a ghost, he glanced at the white fog behind him, and saw no trace of Yu Zhi, his heart was happy, and he said in his heart: "I gave this kid a lot of luck the first two times, and he was able to find my true body." I'll see how you break out of my fog! ”

Just when the fog ghost thought he had escaped from Yu Zhi, a purple thunderbolt fell again, and the purple thunder and lightning that spread everywhere blocked the fog ghost's way.

Immediately afterwards, Yu Zhi rushed out of the white mist and kicked at the fog ghost.

The dwarf figure flew upside down and landed on the thunder and lightning that had not yet dissipated.

"Ahh

After a series of screams, the fog ghost completely lost the strength to resist.

......

In the caravan, Zhou Hu and others were still struggling to support.

Little ghosts emerge in an endless stream, coming forward one after another, like a tide to drown everyone.

However, three of the cultivators of the first and second grades of the stone cracked in the time of a cup of tea died, and the descendants of the caravan died even more, even Zhou Hu was also painted.

Su Yichun, another armor-piercing fourth-grade person, was also injured, but he was still tightly guarding the carriage.

"Boss, did that Li Zhi lie to us and ran for his life alone." San'er couldn't help but say.

Zhou Hu didn't take care of San'er, and when he was in danger, he would have a lot of conjectures. These conjectures tend to speculate on people in a sinister and cunning way.

Zhou Hu roared: "An hour has not yet arrived. Brothers, hold on, and you will live. ”