Mu Jingzhong asked what was the road condition in the strange fog ahead?

Mu Yirong shook his head, Liu Shicheng took two steps forward, glanced at the strange fog, and his tone was very inadequate: "It's just fog, just go through it, there's nothing to make a fuss about." ”

Mu Jingzhong had already argued with Liu Shicheng, who always used officials to coerce him, and also provoked the people of Dali Temple to be too timid.

Mu Jingzhong didn't want to talk to Liu Shicheng about such an inconsequential trivial matter, so he nodded at Mu Yirong: "Keep going!" Lord Shangshu is right, after passing through this fog, let's find a place to settle down and rest." ”

Mu Yirong looked at Seocho, and Seocho nodded. However, when they walked into the mist, Seocho immediately regretted it.

A strange mist like water waves and silk silk flowed and floated in the air, as if it had formed a solid state, caressing people's cheeks and bodies, making people feel cold all over, and their hairs stood on end at once.

In the gray-white fog, the visibility was fairly clear, but five steps away, only shadowy afterimages could be seen.

Mu Yirong rode forward to lead the way, so that everyone should not be scattered, look at each other left and right, connect front and back, and take care of each other.

The two brothers, Hou Hu and Hou Hu, sandwiched Ruicao in the middle, staggered half of the horse's body with Mu Yirong, and the two carriages behind one after the other, and the inquisitors of Dali Temple rode horses to protect both sides of the carriage.

In the thick fog, the speed of the procession became slower, and the atmosphere was very oppressive and tense, and many people's foreheads were damp, and I don't know whether it was cold sweat oozing out, or the mist sticking to their foreheads and turning into water droplets.

Suddenly, in the white mist in front of him, a figure flashed, and a gust of sassy wind hit his face, bringing a strange smell of fish.

The red head and green back lying on the shoulders of Seocho sensed the danger, and immediately chirped a few times, like two sharp arrows, and suddenly spread their wings and flew upwards out of the strange mist.

Mu Yirong suddenly grabbed the reins of the horse and stopped moving, but Seocho drove the horse forward, and after crossing Mu Yirong, he stopped in a wisp of mist.

Seocho's eyes were staring ahead, and just now, she felt a very familiar aura, demonic aura.

It's just that there is a strong bloody aura with that demonic aura, not the smell of beast blood, but more like human blood.

Seocho remembered the corpse that had its heart gouged out under the pine tree of Kirin Mountain. Nine times out of ten, that case was committed by demons, but she didn't tell Mu Yirong clearly.

Anyway, humans can't catch demons. Having said it only adds to the fear.

And that demon, who did something to kill, has become a "fallen demon".

The depraved demon mutilating the lives of human beings will definitely attract the attention of the demon punishment department, and sooner or later he will be punished by the precepts.

Therefore, after going to Kirin Mountain to confirm that it was a monster, Seocho didn't care. Anyway, now that she has gone down the mountain to train, she is no longer a member of the Demon Punishment Society, so naturally someone will clean up this guy who killed innocent lives.

There aren't that many depraved demons in the world that kill people, and it's not far from Shangjing. Therefore, Seocho guessed that the depraved demon that suddenly appeared in this strange fog was likely to be the demon that dug people's hearts in Qilin Mountain.

It's just that the land and mountain gods of Qilin Mountain didn't catch that monster?

Is that depraved demon's methods so powerful?

The thick and strange fog in front of him actually hid a demon, and Seocho's brows became tighter and tighter.

If this rich and strange mist was created by that demon, the cultivation must be very high. At the very least, above her.

From beast cultivation to demon, it takes five hundred years. From demon cultivation to immortal, with good luck and high understanding, he was struck by a thunderbolt the next day, and he could become an immortal.

If you are unlucky, you may be just a demon for thousands of years.

Although Seocho has always said that she is a mature demon, her cultivation is only five hundred years from beast to demon, and compared with those who have really cultivated for thousands of years, she is no different from a newborn baby.

In particular, she is now seriously lacking in energy in her body, and it is impossible to perform witchcraft.

Or, she now swallows a Dali Temple servant, recovers all the energy in her body, and then fights the fallen demon in this strange fog to save the rest of the people, does this count as sacrificing the ego and fulfilling the ego?

Seocho's nonsense idea was immediately extinguished by herself, if she swallowed someone, Taishan Niangniang would be able to swallow her.

If you can't beat it, you can only withdraw!

Seocho turned around, turned the horse's head, and wanted to tell Mu Yirong that it was not advisable to stay here for a long time, but he saw a black shadow, which suddenly jumped out from the diagonal front and pounced on Mu Yirong.

Seocho hurriedly shouted "Be careful", and also pounced on Mu Yirong, and the two fell from their horses together.

A strong wind, with a "boom" sound, swept over the top of the dragon foal, startling the dragon foal to raise its front hooves and let out a hissing sound.

Immediately after, the rear was suddenly chaotic, and the exclamations continued.

A terrible howl of the horses exploded like thunder, and Hou Hu and Hou Monkey hurriedly turned their horses' heads and ran towards the rear.

Seocho also slammed up from the ground, didn't care about Mu Yirong, picked up a stone from the side of the road, and rushed towards the place where the carriage behind was. If there really is a fallen demon, then it's a bad thing!

Seocho didn't expect that this demon would be so bold, there were twenty or thirty people here, and it would dare to commit murder.

It's all because of this fog, it has become an excellent cover, even if something is close, I don't know, it's too much of a loss.

Seocho, who is running low on energy in her body, finally realizes that she needs to be equipped with a weapon.

Mu Yirong followed Seocho and got up from the ground, followed Seocho's footsteps, and rushed to the front of the carriage behind.

In a carriage in front of them, there were Mu Jingzhong of Dali Temple, Recorder of Dali Temple and Lao Li, the horses and vehicles seemed to be intact, and Ruicao skipped it directly and ran backwards.

Mu Yirong, who was one step behind, ran to the front of the carriage, lifted the curtain, and asked if Mu Jingzhong and the three people sitting inside were okay?

Mu Jingzhong didn't know what was going on at all, said they were fine, and asked what was going on outside?

Mu Yirong asked the three of them to stay in the car and not come out, then lowered the curtain and ran backwards.

The first thing that caught Mu Yirong's eyes was the back of Seocho, who was holding a stone in her hand and standing stiffly, surrounded by a circle of people, all with frightened expressions on her faces.

Mu Yirong took two quick steps, ran to the side of Seocho, and saw his eyes full of scarlet blood.

The smell of blood in the white strange fog became heavier, and the horse pulling the Liufu carriage fell to the ground, and blood kept pouring out from the big hole in its neck.

The coachman of Liufu slowly slid down from the overturned carriage, and a large black hole was also broken in his chest, and the heart inside was missing.

Like a watermelon, Liu Shangshu rolled down from the crooked carriage and got up scolding.

But before he could stand firmly, he saw the horses lying in a pool of blood, and he couldn't help but weaken his legs, and he fell to the ground again. Then he sat down beside the dead coachman, and was so frightened that he screamed, and suddenly stood up, and slammed his head into the carriage.

Liu Shicheng, who was hit and his eyes were full of stars, covered his head with one hand, and pointed to the dead coachman and horses with the other hand, and asked what happened?