Along the way, the journey was longer than expected.

The middle-aged Taoist led the way in front, and more than a dozen martial cultivators followed behind.

In this way, in the mountain road, in the remote and difficult to walk in the leaf forest, on the rocks without plants, I continued to walk for an hour.

With such a tiring journey that didn't know the goal, those martial cultivators who walked had a lot of physical exertion, and they all looked impatient.

"I, you guy, are you playing tricks?"

At the corner of a mountain road, Fang Bo, who noticed the abnormal mood in the team, called out to the middle-aged Taoist who was sweating profusely in front of him, and there was danger in his eyes.

If this person dares to play tricks in front of him, he doesn't mind getting a little bit of something on the other party, and if he doesn't do it now, it doesn't mean that he is a soft-hearted master.

Seeing Fang Bo's dangerous gaze projected over, in an instant, the middle-aged Dao Rao's forehead and eyebrows were covered with a fine layer of cold sweat, followed by beads of sweat that were the size of those physically exerting beans.

So he hurriedly spoke, and said in a trembling voice, "No, no, it's just a few kilometers ahead." ”

Fang Bo's sharp eyes sneered when he stopped for a while and saw his scalp tingling, "I hope you, this guy, are not playing tricks, otherwise I am afraid I won't be able to control the knife in my hand." ”

Between the words, the big knife in Fang Bo's hand shook, and the cold light was shining, dazzling.

Hearing Fang Bo and the middle-aged Dao Rao's words, the rest of the martial cultivators suddenly felt that they were holding back their restless hearts at this moment and continued to move forward.

Between the mountains and peaks, a group of people like raccoon cats, moving like apes in the forest, leaping between the treetops between the complexities, approaching the depths of the jungle.

Among them, some non-advanced demon beasts passed by, and when they noticed the majestic aura of those martial cultivators' bodies like mountains and seas, they were afraid to retreat.

The middle-aged Dao Rao cultivation was low, his foot strength was insufficient, and when he encountered a difficult road, he was picked up by Fang Bo, extremely easily, and carried like a chicken.

"It's two."

A group of people, through a dense forest.

The middle-aged Taoist who had been in such a hurry, his steps were vain, and his head was covered with layers of hot sweat, and he suddenly said loudly.

Fang Bo's footsteps stopped abruptly, and he glanced at the martial cultivators behind him who had formed a long line, and his eyes flashed with a sneering light.

Then he turned his eyes to the front, and it was a mountain that was not tall.

"Look in that direction, that's where Blood Tai Sui exists."

As Fang Bo's eyes flowed, searching in the surrounding directions, the middle-aged Taoist on the side reminded him at this moment.

Hearing the hint of the middle-aged Taoist on the side, Fang Bo responded to the prestige, and in a valley with an oblique angle of several hundred meters in front of him, it was faintly covered with a thick layer of pale red mist.

At the end of the three poles on this day, the blazing sun was scattered, and it was really strange that there was such a fog, not to mention that the color of this blood mist was still faintly red.

Under the reminder of the middle-aged Dao Rao, the other martial cultivators also discovered the anomaly of the valley in front of them.

Immediately after moving the position, all the heat rushed to the valley, directly in front of the strange blood mist.

However, at this moment, it was Wurong who stepped into that blood mist as Zheng

In front of this blood mist, the line of sight was blocked by it, and he could only go to a distance of more than ten meters to see what was going on behind it.

Even the perception of penetrating into it is like going deep into the mud pond without an inch.

This is before the blood mist.

The signs are unknown, everything is unknown, and no one wants to be the first to go in and find out the situation.

"What is this blood mist?"

"I don't know!"

"Don't know?"

Fang Bo's brows furrowed, and the long knife in his hand swept by, directly slamming towards the neck of the middle-aged Dao Rao.

The blade dealt with the skin on the neck of the middle-aged Dao Rao, and a wisp of blood came out.

"You've thought about it again!"

Fang Bo's eyes were awe-inspiring, full of straightforward oppression

However, the middle-aged Taoist still shook his head extremely firmly, took a deep breath and said, "I don't know, I just don't know, even if you kill me, you won't want me to make up a method." ”

Fang Bo's eyes looked straight at him, and the long knife on the neck of the middle-aged Taoist in his hand took a step forward slightly.

Such a middle-aged Taoist turned pale, but he still retained the previous method, and then Bo put down his knife.

"I don't know, then you go in first!"

Fang Bo stretched out his hand and pushed the middle-aged Daoist forward, and the blade pointed at him again.

The middle-aged Taoist trembled, looked around, and found that the many martial cultivators who were surrounding him in front of the blood mist were all looking at him playfully.

It seems to be looking forward to the next move.

Obviously, the middle-aged Daoist at this moment has no other choice, the only choice he can have is to obediently be the test rat of all martial cultivators.

The middle-aged Dao Rao's face turned pale, and his false words when he thought about the inn were really the biggest mistake in his life.

However, in this world, there is no regret medicine to take.

The middle-aged Taoist in front of the thick blood mist, looking at the blood mist that seemed to have no end in sight, took a deep breath, then gritted his teeth and stepped in.

As a result, to everyone's surprise, nothing happened when the middle-aged Taoist stepped into it.

Looking at the middle-aged Taoist with a look of surprise on his face, he was obviously quite surprised, and the tension in his heart suddenly relaxed.

But then, his heart rose again.

"How many steps further out?"

Fang Bo's eyes flickered, looking at the middle-aged Taoist who had half a foot into the thick fog, and reminded him.

When the middle-aged Taoist heard this, his face turned pale for a while, and then he still listened to what he said and continued to take a few steps forward.

At this moment, the eyes outside the blood mist are focused on the blood mist, and the middle-aged Taoist who is walking forward at this moment is trying to discover that there is an unexpected mystery engraved in this blood mist.

Still nothing happened, but as the middle-aged Dao Rao's figure gradually deepened, the back behind it gradually fainted.

After seeing the middle-aged Taoist take a few steps forward and stop again on the way.

Before it was Fang Bo's turn to speak, the remaining martial cultivators on the periphery of the blood mist all shouted in a reminding manner.

"Go further and go further! ......" many martial cultivators shouted in unison.

Under the pressure of those martial cultivators from the outside world, the middle-aged Daoist in the blood mist stopped for a while, and then continued to move forward.

Gradually, the figure disappeared into the thick fog, and there was no trace of the back at all.

After seeing that there were no other abnormal situations, Fang Bo outside took the lead and directly broke into the blood mist, and many other martial cultivators saw this, and they all swarmed in.

In the blink of an eye, there was no one left.