As soon as [Ling Ling] left, there were only An Shiqing and Qiao Song left in the cave.

Qiao Song was panicked in his heart.

He's grown so big, and all the previous encounters together are not as bizarre as tonight's.

Ling Xiao is also considered to be a famous family, but he...

But there is a demon living in his body!

And the existence of that demon obviously affected his cultivation.

Otherwise, there would be no magic marks on his forehead.

There is also the long-lasting fog of Xiaojun Mountain.

The miasma in the fog now affects many people.

I hope my cousin and they are all well.

An Shiqing picked up the sword, looked at the alternating gold and silver sword, and was silent for a long time.

"The county lord. Qiao Song's anxious voice broke the silence in the cave. "Now all the colleagues who have fallen into Xiaojun Mountain are in deep danger. What are we going to do?"

"Are you sure that there are only people in the same way in this Xiaojun Mountain now?" An Shiqing hung his sword on his waist. "This mountain fog is coming strangely, and someone must be doing it. To support such a large-scale, poisonous fog array, eighty percent also relied on some kind of special power. ”

Qiao Song found that An Shiqing was ready to go, and he was a little more anxious.

"County Lord, the demon fog outside is so big, where are you going?"

An Shiqing: "East." ”

Qiao Song immediately followed, "Then I'll too..."

Somebody didn't intend to take him with him, "You can't go out." Your physique is different from ordinary people, and once you are caught in the miasma outside, there is basically no solution. ”

Qiao Song was unwilling: "Then I can only stay in the cave?"

He was outraged by his incompetence.

An Shiqing looked at him.

Unlike usual, her expression at the moment was extremely serious.

"You also saw what happened to Ling Xiao just now. You don't want to be like him. Her next words were ruthless with advice, "Instead of going out and dragging everyone's hind legs, you should cultivate in a cave." Your current emotions may become the driving force for your practice. If you break through yourself earlier, and encounter such a predicament as you do today, you will be qualified to stand in front of everyone. There won't be so many people looking down on you anymore. ”

Qiao Song sat on the edge of the bed dejectedly.

An Shiqing walked to the mouth of the cave.

Her voice sounded again: "Cultivate with peace of mind." There is an enchantment at the entrance of the cave, so you don't have to worry about the demon fog and ghosts outside. ”

When her voice completely fell, Qiao Song looked up at the entrance of the cave, but he couldn't see An Shiqing's figure.

The county lord was right.

He's going to practice!

He had to overcome the physical breakthrough himself!

Huh?

But the county lord is a road idiot, can she find a way to the east side of Xiaojun Mountain?

To the east of Xiaojun Mountain is the monk's tomb, which is the place where Xiaojun Mountain has the most abundant aura.

Even if An Shiqing couldn't find a way, the [Topographic Technique] would take her there under the influence of the spiritual field.

Xiaojun Mountain, North District.

There is a cave facing south in the north area, which is the residence of the disciples of the Yanyang Zhu clan and the members of Lin Jianchi's group.

This cave was originally very well lit.

Now the demonic fog covering the sky and the sun shrouded Xiaojun Mountain, and it was difficult to know whether it was dark or dawn at the moment.

In the cave, the only person who was awake was Zhong Zhaoming. He stayed here to watch over the other disciples. And Lin Jianchi, Zhu Zhihua and Leia went outside to seek help, but they have not returned.

Even though the cave was protected by the enchantment left by Lin Jianchi, Zhong Zhaoming was still panicked and difficult to settle down.

He huddled in the corner of the cave with his sword in his hand.

He, like these disciples who were knocked unconscious and tied up with immortal ropes, had all been inhaled into the miasma in the mountain mist, and had also been attacked by the ghostly corpses. Zhong Zhaoming didn't know why he didn't fall into the miasma, or that he didn't have a seizure when he was in the miasma.

Lin Jianchi They thought it was strange, and he thought it was strange.

But I don't know why.

Until, his third brother Zhong Zhenzhou appeared in this cave with a magic gun.

Zhong Zhenzhou, who was dressed in black, raised his magic spear and pointed lightly at the disciples who had fainted in the cave, and the immortal ropes on those people were broken together.

Zhong Zhaoming, who heard the movement, suddenly raised his head, and when he saw the extra black shadow in the cave, his brain was hot, and he got up and drew his sword, and when he was about to attack, he recognized the face under the hat.

Zhong Zhaoming was surprised and exclaimed, "Third brother!?"

If it weren't for Zhong Zhaoming suddenly coming out, Zhong Zhenzhou really didn't find that there was another one in this cave who could jump around.

Zhong Zhenzhou was also surprised.

He was surprised to see his brother here, and he was even more surprised that his brother was still safe and sound in this fog.

Zhong Zhenzhou's gaze paused slightly on Zhong Zhaoming's saber.

At the same time, Zhong Zhaoming also noticed the black magic spear in Zhong Zhenzhou's hand.

That tasseled spear is very ominous at first glance.

And he grew up in the Longling Zhong clan, but he had never seen this tasseled spear!

"Third brother!" Zhong Zhaoming pointed to the magic gun, "That gun—"

"Count you as having eyes today!" Zhong Zhenzhou looked arrogant, looking at the magic gun in his hand and showing a crazy look. "Come, see the legendary, [Soul Destruction]. ”

"[Destruction of Souls]!?" Zhong Zhaoming recalled the story An Shiqing told in Qingtai. "Is that sword-forging madman forging it with almost all the lives of the Sanyin Clan, and then it was used by the Demon Lord Lin Han!?"

"Hey. Zhong Zhenzhou couldn't help but look at his younger brother with admiration. "I went to Qingtai to study for a few days, and I gained a lot of knowledge. ”

Zhong Zhaoming suppressed all the fear in his heart.

He asked cautiously: "Third brother, the fog of Xiaojun Mountain, and the ghost corpse, are they made by this gun in your hand?"

Zhong Zhenzhou's flamboyant eyebrows moved.

He was noncommittal.

Zhong Zhaoming already knows the answer.

He also knew that his father favored him, and the third brother had always looked down on him because of this.

But he never knew that the three of them actually had such a terrible mist, and they were also such a terrible person!

"Third brother," Zhong Zhaoming almost held his breath, trying to keep his voice as low as possible, but still revealing nervousness and fear. "Why are you doing that?"

"Isn't that great!" Zhong Zhenzhou shook his arm and pointed his magic spear at those disciples who were confused. "In terms of cultivation, among my peers, you and I are just the last class. Do you know who the people are at the bottom of the stream?

Zhong Zhenzhou was both unwilling and angry.

The madness in his eyes became more and more obvious.

"Most of the people who are trapped in Xiaojun Mountain now are young elites from various sects. Don't they like to compare high and low, I'll give them this chance! I'm going to let them compare well now to see who can survive to the end!

Even if they are all lucky enough to be alive! If they are confused and fall into the devil's path, it will be a matter of time! If they fall into the devil's path, they will be spurned by others, and everyone will be killed! They just go back, and there is still a place for them in the sect and the Xuanmen!

Either way, they will die!, my dear brother, you should be able to settle this account. They're all dead, and as long as they're all dead, you and I will be the best of the younger generation to lead!"

"Third brother..."Zhong Zhaoming was frightened by Zhong Zhenzhou's crazy words.

In his opinion, his third brother is the one with the deepest miasma!

Zhong Zhaoming's gaze fell on the magic spear in Zhong Zhenzhou's hand again.

The magic spear is in the world, and I don't know what kind of disaster it will cause in the future!