With the death of the demon cultivator, a demon pill rolled out.

Li Fuyao bent down to pick it up.

Then he picked up some Dao Gate magic weapons next to the corpse of the demon cultivator.

Thinking of the white bones in the lake before, he was silent for a while.

Thinking that the young monk named Caomu died here like this seems to be a little unworthy.

However, in this world, although everyone's fate is not known if it has been predestined, since it has happened, there is no way to change it.

Li Fuyao put away those things.

After walking along the lake for a while, I saw a path leading to a certain place, so I walked up.

Yanle didn't go here, so he simply stayed away from him.

If Yanle stayed by his side, he would naturally try his best to save his life, but since Yanle chose this way, then Li Fuyao would not be able to do much.

The path leads somewhere.

But you also need to be careful when you think about it, because no one knows what will happen next.

Li Fuyao tried his best to hide the sword qi on his body.

The forest path is very quiet.

I don't know what kind of trees are planted along the path, but it's clear that they are not in the outside world.

Li Fuyao stopped and plucked a star-shaped leaf, put it in the palm of his hand and looked at it carefully, and then confirmed that it was not something made by magic, but a real leaf.

But in this world, there has never been such a tree in either the mountains and rivers or the demon land, but there is one in the foggy mountains?

Isn't that surprising?

Li Fuyao sighed a little, it turned out that this foggy mountain was really not an ordinary place.

Li Fuyao was a little distracted, but suddenly a number of strange insects flew down from the tree, and those insects let out a piercing scream, and they were about to fall on Li Fuyao's neck, apparently to suck his blood.

Just a moment later, a sword light was born here.

Li Fuyao held Mingyue, and picked down an insect with a sword, and then followed by several swords, picking down several insects, some of which fell in the wrong position and fell on the back of those insects, and they were not killed with a sword, but made a sound like gold and stone intersecting.

It even brought a few sparks.

Li Fuyao is already a swordsman in Taiqing Realm, whether it is a sword qi or anything else, he can't be said to be weak, but why can't he kill a small insect with one sword.

He frowned slightly, and then the sword fell on the necks of the insects, and they were all killed.

Li Fuyao looked down at the insects that fell to the ground, and found that they were no different from those common ladybugs in the world, but the shells were much harder than those ladybugs.

Because of the previous arrangement of the saint, the beasts in the Foggy Mountains, whether they were anything else, could not turn into demons, but this did not prevent them from evolving to be more suitable for survival.

Everything in the world has always been the survival of the fittest.

This is the case in the mountains and rivers and demon land, and it is also the same in the foggy mountains.

Li Fuyao was not interested in getting along with these ladybugs, so he quickly put away his sword and walked forward.

He wanted to see where the trail ended up.

Even if the Foggy Mountains have been explored by the disciples of the Three Sects so many times, there must be many places that have not been explored, not to mention that Li Fuyao is the first time to enter the Foggy Mountains, these places are all unfamiliar to him.

What he wants to avoid is actually unrealistic.

As long as there are people or things in the world, under certain circumstances, they will naturally reunite.

Thinking about this, Li Fuyao was a little helpless.

As we move forward, we will always get closer to the finish line.

This is not a lie.

So half a day later, Li Fuyao really walked to the end of the trail, and at the end of the trail was a cliff.

Beneath the cliff is a sea.

No one knows why there is still a sea in the Foggy Mountains.

But the truth is that since it exists, it exists.

At this time, it was already sunset.

The sunset fell on the surface of the sea, sparkling.

Li Fuyao suddenly remembered the article of a certain young genius, and there was a sentence in it, "Luoxia and the lonely bird fly together, and the autumn water grows together in the sky." ”

The scenery he saw was no different from what he saw now.

Li Fuyao looked at this scene quietly and felt that it was a little beautiful.

But soon, he saw a girl running from somewhere, approaching the cliff, standing on the cliff, a little helpless.

There were tears on his face.

Li Fuyao stood in the distance, looking at this scene, there was no emotion, he just turned his head slightly and looked at somewhere else.

An old man with a sword hanging from his waist approached.

Because Li Fuyao had already covered his sword qi, and there were trees as a shield, the old man didn't see Li Fuyao.

The old man looked at the frightened girl like a little white rabbit, and said with a cruel smile: "It's useless for you to run, there is the sea under this cliff, according to your cultivation, jumping down is a dead word, it is better to follow the old man, rest assured, the old man will love you in every way." ”

As he spoke, the old man with the hanging sword walked forward, his eyes undisguised lust.

His gaze wandered over the maiden's body like a lamb to the slaughter.

The girl began to cry, and even fell to the edge of the cliff because she was afraid.

The most important thing for ordinary women is chastity, and some strong women, in the face of these things, do not even think about submission, but think about saving their bodies.

But after starting to practice, both men and women, perhaps the most important thing in their eyes is cultivation, that is, how far they can go, but they don't care much about this anymore.

This girl's realm is not high, and she hasn't practiced for a long time, so she should still think that chastity is important.

So after a short moment of fear, she crawled somewhere behind the cliff, and because she was afraid, she climbed faster.

By the time the old man stretched out his hand, she was already on the edge of the cliff.

Seeing the old man's hand stretched out, the girl's frightened emotions grew to the extreme, and she jumped from here without thinking about it.

It is said to be a jump, but in fact it is more appropriate to use the word roll.

The old man with the hanging sword looked down, and he was a little sorry, in this foggy mountain, there are not many women who are so easy to bully.

There was only one, but it was gone in a blink of an eye.

Who would have thought?

But just as he was sighing, he suddenly heard a voice in the distance.

"How can a person like you practice a sword?"

The voice was extremely indifferent, and the reason for the indifference was that the owner of the voice was angry.

With these words, a young man in a green shirt with a sword box on his back walked out.

He looked at the old man with the hanging sword and said seriously: "I will kill you later, your sword should not be insulted like this." ”

The old man of the hanging sword was already a sword cultivator in the Taiqing Realm, and when he walked in the world, there was probably no wild cultivator who was willing to provoke him, but today, after he saw this young man in green shirts, he was a little angry at first, and then suddenly thought of a possibility.

Instantly, his face turned pale.

He thought of the identity of the man.

......

......

The Foggy Mountains are not a mountain.

Just like a tigress is not a tiger.

The Sagiriyama is the cave of the saints.

It was the abode of the saint whose identity he could not tell.

But it's clear that Kiriyama isn't your average dwelling.

It's not a dwelling that ends with a few yards.

The saints have always sat high in the clouds, and there is nothing particularly important that will not appear in the world.

Even if you occasionally leave the clouds and come to the world, you won't meet too many people.

It is not an easy thing to meet a saint.

But this saint is an exception.

According to the research of the three religions, although this saint does not know which of the three religions is a saint, this saint never seems to be interested in staying in the clouds, and he has stayed in the world all his life.

He built such a foggy mountain on earth.

There are mountains and rivers inside, everything that should be outside, and even birds and beasts, if it weren't for the magic suppression of the saints, I am afraid that these birds and beasts will also become demons.

But there's just no one.

The saint might have been able to create an illusion through some spells to make others think that there were actually people in the foggy mountains.

But even if he was in the world, if the saint liked to get along with others, he could have found a place to live and live in the identity he wanted, but he didn't do it because he didn't like to deal with people very much.

But anyway.

The Foggy Mountains are a world.

It's a whole world, even with days and moons at night.

In the past, the three sects had asked their disciples to explore many times, and most of them were already clear about the things in this.

Therefore, the disciples of the Three Sects had told them many things about this before they entered here, so they didn't need to panic at all, except for the demon clan and the swordsman, all they had to do was to find the true residence of the saint as much as possible.

The Foggy Mountains are a world, and the saints live in this world.

Houses will be built naturally.

The last time the disciples of the Three Sects came to explore, Yan Huanran of Liangxi had already found the residence of the saint, and found a furnace of holy pills in that place.

Something like Shengdan will never be left at will.

If it was an ordinary place, you could follow the route in Yan Huanran's memory to find the sage's residence.

But this is the Foggy Mountains, and it has been proven many times in the past, every time the Foggy Mountains are opened, the location of the saint's residence will change, and of course, after the change, maybe the things inside will also change.

The Three Sect Saints placed some magic weapons and other things in the Foggy Mountains this time, which is the key to determining the outcome of this time, but according to most people, finding these things is not important, killing people is the important thing.

As long as you kill the other party, you will naturally be able to find it slowly.

But if you don't kill all the opponents, I'm afraid that if you find them, you will be robbed.

Therefore, some people and demons who have this thought, from the beginning of entering the Foggy Mountains, the first thing they do is to find someone.

Find someone to kill.

Nanmiao is a young genius on the Taichu list, his ranking was originally extremely high, the highest one, was second, but a few years ago, he was injured when he broke through the realm, and he injured the origin, and he has been healing for the past two years.

Let his ranking fall from second to fifth in the Taichu list.

But no one knew that in the two years that he had been healing, he had grown again, and now he was already a monk at the peak of the Taiqing Realm.

His master, that is, Liangxi's Ziyun Mountain, although it is not as good as the first-class Taoist temples such as Shenxian Mountain and Yuwu Mountain, but it is not bad in Liangxi, Ziyun Mountain has produced several climbing monks for hundreds of years, all of them are geniuses in Tianzhong, originally thought that with these climbing monks, Ziyun Mountain will one day surpass Yuwu Mountain to become the second largest sect in addition to Shenxian Mountain.

But who knows, in the past few hundred years, there have been several climbing monks in Ziyun Mountain, and after that, one of them has never climbed the stairs again, and with the longevity of the previous monks approaching, there is only one old monk left in this Ziyun Mountain who is struggling to support.

Fortunately, at this time, there was a South Temple.

When this person entered Ziyun Mountain, he almost made a group of uncles and uncles fight for their heads, and they all wanted to be admitted to their own disciples, but in the end, no one succeeded, but let the old monk who climbed the tower be accepted as a closed disciple.

Now Nanmiao is the little uncle of Ziyun Mountain, and of course he is also the most outstanding one among the younger generation.

Back then, he failed to break through the realm and was injured, and he fell off the Taichu list, which is not a real thing.

It's just a means to cover people's ears.

But this trip to the Foggy Mountains is an extremely important event, maybe he can rely on this time to become a blockbuster, and since then he has surpassed the Dao Race and become the first person of the real young generation.

So the South Temple is no longer ready to hide and tuck.

He's going to kill someone.

If the monks of the three sects want to kill people, they are nothing more than killing two kinds, either the disciples of Sword Mountain or the demon clan.

There are only two disciples of Sword Mountain, and they are not very easy to kill, and they are all human races, so it makes no sense to kill them.

Therefore, if Nanmiao wants to kill people, he wants to kill the demon monks.

Fourteen young people of the demon clan, as long as they don't meet those big demon parents, Nanmiao feels that he will definitely be able to win.

So after leaving that lake.

The South Temple came to a canyon.

He waited above the canyon for three days and nights.

There is day and night in the Foggy Mountains.

He was convinced that someone would pass by.

And it's not a human, it must be a demon clan.

So he's willing to wait here.

Wait until the morning light is born on the third day.

Sure enough, someone came.

The man carried a knife.

Nanmiao frowned.

He didn't see the slightest demonic aura in this person, but if it was a monk of the Three Sects, how could he carry a knife?

The South Temple was silent.

It's also very puzzling.

By the time the man walked past his hiding place, Nanmiao saw his face clearly.

It's the face of a middle-aged man.

It was easy for the monks to keep their looks.

But monks who don't have enough realms don't do that.

The South Temple smelled of aging.

This is not a young man,

Almost as soon as he was sure that this person was not a young man, Nanmiao made a move.

He was a monk at the pinnacle of the Taiqing Dynasty, and in many cases, he could easily win against the enemy without using magic weapons.

And this time he was a sneak attack.

His palm sticks out from somewhere.

With a majestic gas machine imprinted on the man's back.

All I heard was a thud.

The man was caught off guard by the slap and was seriously injured.

The man flew upside down.

His eyes were full of fear.

Nanmiao walked out, came to the man, and probed carefully, and then said incredibly: "It turns out that you are a wild cultivator......

This incident is indeed incredible to the South Temple.

During the trip to the Misty Mountains, the saints of the three sects jointly forced this saint's mansion out of a certain place, selected twelve of the best young disciples of the three sects, and then let them come to the Misty Mountains for the first battle with the demon clan in six thousand years.

This is a very sacred thing to look at.

But why is there a wild cultivation in the Misty Mountains now?

Nanmiao looked at him and asked, "Why did you come in?"

If Nanmiao is willing to guess, it will be easy to get this answer.

Why did he come in.

But there is a deeper answer to this question.

That Ye Xiu was already seriously injured, and in order not to die immediately, he chose to answer Nanmiao's question, but his answer was obviously not what Nanmiao wanted.

He came for the magic weapon in the Misty Mountains.

But what Nanmiao wants to know is, why are you able to come in?

Isn't there a saint watching outside?

Why did you come in?

If it's so easy to get in, what's the point of choosing us?

Nanmiao held back his anger and asked, "Is there anyone else coming in?"

That Ye Xiu thought about it, didn't dare to hide it, and gave an accurate answer.

He knew that at least twenty more people had entered the Misty Mountains.

This answer made Nanmiao almost go crazy.

And twenty more?

Nanmiao is a man with strong self-confidence, and he is also a man with a strong sense of competitiveness, otherwise he would not have the idea of surpassing the Dao species, so when he heard this kind of words, his first reaction was anger.

Why?

And since there is anger.

The first thing to do is to kill someone.

He looked at the wild cultivator, his face gradually became indifferent, and he began to walk slowly towards the man.

"Don't ......"

Click.

He twisted the neck of the wild cultivator with his own hands.

Nanmiao gasped.

Some redness of the eyes.

It's like a beast that chooses people to devour.

"It turns out that you people are no different from us......

Just then, a voice was heard in the distance.

There is a man and a woman.

The woman is dressed in green clothes, and the man is dressed in black robes.

It was the man in the black robe who spoke.

The woman just looked at him, did not speak, and looked very indifferent.

Nanmiao had some murderous intent, and he looked at the man and woman because he smelled the demonic aura.

It's just that there are two people on the other side, and the realm is unknown, so it's difficult for him to make a move easily.

The black-robed man felt this killing intent and said, "If I were you, run now, and run as far as possible." ”

Nanmiao's sanity had not been completely lost, and he asked, "Why?"

The black-robed man thought about it and wondered if his name was louder in the mountains and rivers or if Qinghuai's name was louder.

So he said, "If I tell you that my name is Fair, will you run?"

Nanmiao frowned, did not speak, and certainly did not mean to run.

Feng Lu was a little angry and scolded: "Your uncle, you don't even know my name!"

Nanmiao thought about the list of those big demon parents and children given by the master before he left the mountain before, and there was absolutely no surname Feng.

Feng Lu said angrily: "Then you know that she is Qinghuai, can you run away?"

The voice did not fall.

Nanmiao turned around.

He mobilized the qi in the Spirit Mansion, and he quickly disappeared in front of Feng Lu's eyes.

Of course, it also disappeared in front of Qinghuai's eyes.

The corners of Qinghuai's mouth hooked up an arc.

Bath was even more angry, and he yelled, "Fuck, this fucking thing!"