Shadow Chapter 14

180. There is a lot of fog

"I'm sorry, Wen Ting is derelict in her duties, I have to rely on your strength......"

As the words fell, the silver-white elf pattern that had appeared on An Meng's chest manifested again, and then flew out, and a lively little elf surrounded An Meng, the stars were sprinkled little by little, and An Meng's body was surrounded by holy light.

Under this shroud, An Meng gently closed his eyes and once again relied on the residual spiritual power to explore.

Surrounded by the little elf, in An Meng's eyes, all the fog has almost dissipated, and every minute and inch of this space is clearly presented in An Meng's spiritual sense.

After a few breaths, An Meng suddenly opened his eyes, using spatial teleportation to move quickly according to the established route in his mind.

At the same time, when the little elf flew out of An Meng's chest and outlined the virtual form, Mingya Yuehui, who was thousands of miles away, felt something, broke away from the cultivation state, and gently said the word "Taichu", and then a burst of fire flashed, and there was no longer her figure in this room......

An Meng's movements were extremely fast, teleporting repeatedly, but it only took a few breaths to rush out of this misty mountain range.

Just using the secret method, she finally saw the true face of this mountain range, and the reason why she was trapped in it was not only because of the fog and complicated terrain, but more importantly, this mountain range would have some subtle changes invisibly.

In addition to the interference of the fog, the people who fall into it will be cognitively misled, and it is almost difficult to get out if they don't know the secret of it.

An Meng broke through the fog barrier with the help of secret methods, but she only saw its current appearance, and she had no way of knowing the law of change, so she had to leave here without changing the form of the mountain range.

An Meng's movements were fast, breaking away from the obstruction of the Misty Mountain Range, and soon she was about to step into it before she reached another village boundary monument, when the elf pattern on her chest suddenly brightened, warning her.

An Meng immediately stopped, and with a touch of one hand, a dim light curtain flashed, "This is, the Illusion Enchantment?"

On the other side, Xingliuyun regained a little consciousness and tried to see his surroundings clearly, but he was too weak to see anything except a gloomy, "It doesn't seem to be the place before......

In front of him was a figure shrouded in a black fog, which surrounded him, obscuring all the features that could reveal his identity, and even his gender could not be determined.

The person in the black mist raised his hand slightly, and the blue hairpin that exuded a turquoise light reluctantly floated out of Xingliuyun's arms and appeared in front of the person.

At this moment, An Meng, whose whole body was wrapped in colored armor, went through some twists and turns and finally arrived here.

Her eyes glowed silvery white, as if she could see through everything in this misty and shadowy place.

This is [Hua Ming Pupil], the ethereal clan's peerless mastery, specializing in restraining illusion spells.

Seeing the movements of the person hidden in the mist, An Meng condensed several colorful swords, and the swords slashed across the sky like meteors, stabbing towards the mist.

At the same time, An Meng unfolded spatial teleportation, quickly moved to Xingliuyun's side, and then took him away from the fog.

At the moment of leaving, An Meng set up a resilient Wanluo phase enchantment around the fog to trap the other party.

An Meng's plan is very simple, which is to interfere with the fog, and then take the opportunity to rescue Xingliuyun.

That fog gave her the feeling that it was dangerous, and it was not at all something that her current realm could match.

Moreover, it is not clear how far Xingliuyun's condition has deteriorated, and he must immediately find a safe place to heal him.

All these movements were just a breath of time, extremely fast, and by the time several sharp swords pierced through the mist, An Meng had already fled with Xingliuyun.

The sword condensed based on Wan Luo Xiang is not only sharp, but also has the effect of assimilating the surrounding forces, but they pass through the mist and are deeply embedded in the land behind them, but all this does not seem to have any effect on the people in the mist. As if he wasn't there at all, several of the swords were completely pierced into the air.

An Meng took the spatial teleportation to the extreme, and with the help of Hua Mingtong's illusion-destroying effect, An Meng directly crossed various obstacles and ran quickly towards the exit when he came.

In just a few breaths, it seemed that he would be able to escape from this shadowy land, but at this time, suddenly a black mist hit him head-on, blocking An Meng's way.

This black fog was menacing, and An Meng had to avoid it, but in this way, it cut off the hope of escaping.

As long as there is one more moment, An Meng will be able to use spatial teleportation to escape from this shadowy land, but because of this sudden black fog, An Meng can no longer do it.

Obviously, the exit is close at hand, but An Meng can't lock its spatial coordinates, so he can't use spatial teleportation, and now if he wants to get out, he can only find another way.

A humanoid phantom gradually manifested in the black mist, and the barrier set by An Meng was not able to hold him back for a while.

Before it was fully revealed, the humanoid phantom pushed with one palm, and suddenly a mist like a shocking wave struck An Meng.

The waves are magnificent, and they are unreachable. Sealed all of An Meng's routes. In the shadows, An Meng completely lost her perception of this space.

An Meng immediately used all his spiritual power to protect the two of them, but all this seemed so powerless in the face of the fog that washed over, and in an instant, all the spiritual power on An Meng's body was exhausted.

If it weren't for Wan Luoxiang's assimilation power to resist a little, An Meng even felt that he would die here.

This mist is extremely devouring and pervasive, instantly absorbing all the energies of all living beings in it.

Although Wan Luoxiang is exquisite, in front of such an enemy, An Meng's cultivation is a little shallow, and he is not an opponent at all.

The blow didn't turn the two of them into ashes, which seemed to surprise the phantom a little, but he didn't continue to attack An Meng and the others, as if he felt that these two people were no longer threatening, and didn't want to pay attention to them for the time being.

The blow just now directly consumed An Meng's spiritual power, and now she can't use anything other than being able to use pure space-based innate spells.

But now this shadow space is surrounded by mist, resulting in unpredictable spatial coordinates, and under the lack of spiritual power and the loss of Hua Ming's pupil, the illusion effect is even worse.

It really seems to have reached the end of the road......

An Meng looked at the confused Xingliuyun, and secretly made up her mind that if the person in the mist attacked again, even if her body collapsed, she would once again invoke the power sealed by the "Awakening Technique".

Xingliuyun's condition was very bad, his whole body was cold, like a piece of 10,000-year-old ice, and his consciousness seemed to be stuck in the abyss, struggling, but fortunately there were no external injuries on his body.

"It seems that the heart-piercing pain I felt before happened in the illusion world......" This made An Meng breathe a sigh of relief, if the heart was really pierced, I am afraid that even if she can save Xingliuyun, it will be difficult to save his life.

Xingliuyun's whole body was cold, as if his blood was frozen, without spiritual power, the monk was just an ordinary person, all An Meng could do now was to hug him tightly, hoping that this would bring him warmth.

Xingliuyun's consciousness fell into the eternal night after waking up for that moment, he could clearly feel his own coldness and the pain in his heart, and at the same time, he could also vaguely feel the breath from An Meng around him.

That trace of warmth did not bring him warmth, but it gave Xingliuyun a hope: he still had to meet He'an in person, and he would wait for her, this was his promise......

After the figure hidden in the mist temporarily put down the attack on Xingliuyun and An Meng, he took out the Bi Ling hairpin again.

The hairpin was suspended in the air, and then the man shrouded it in mist, and in this darkness, the turquoise light gradually dimmed, and it endured terrible torture.

After many impacts, in the end, the person forcibly broke away the magic seal of Bi Ling's storage space, and then a small bead floated out of it.