The jade paper in his hand couldn't be seen with the naked eye, and Wang Zimo tried to use the eye-opening method he had just learned.

Think about it for a while, rehearse all the steps in your mind several times, and only start to prepare when you have understood it, which takes a lot of energy just to prepare.

The eyes are no bigger than any part of the body.

It is extremely fragile and delicate, and it cannot afford to slip through the slightest mistake, and it needs to be twisted into a thread that can pass through the pinhole. Fortunately, when the prince silently depicted yin and yang, he practiced, although it was not as fine as the silk thread used for embroidery, but it was much thinner than the twine used in the soles of his shoes.

Carefully scrutinize and confirm that it is correct.

In the miasma, the prince did not dare to be sloppy, and did not hesitate to mobilize spiritual power to inject it into his eyes.

Suddenly, the cyanotic purple light flowed, attached to the pupils, and was particularly strange in the darkness.

The first time I tried it, it was like the first time I practiced opening my eyes in the water, and my eyeballs were soaked in the water, which were swollen, sour and astringent, and I couldn't help but burst into tears.

After about ten breaths, my eyes gradually adjusted, and only then did I truly feel the magic of the eye-opening method.

There are seven layers of eye opening, the first layer is purple, the rest are blue, blue, green, yellow, orange, and the last layer is red.

The first three layers only need to inject spiritual power into the eyes. However, the eye is a very fragile organ, and it requires a lot of care to try to open it.

Ordinary people will be guarded by high-level cultivators when they open their eyes, and people like Wang Zimo do it alone, I can't say that there is none, but there are very few.

But like him, who did it in the miasma, there was no one before or since.

As the cultivation deepens, the spiritual power will automatically transform the eyes until the third layer, and then you need to depict the formation in the eyes to improve the eyesight.

The world in front of me suddenly became richer, and even in the monotonous miasma, I saw a rare green.

Looking at the girl on the white lotus again, Wang Zimo only felt that his eyes were scorching white. The intense white light was so hot that Wang Zimo hurriedly closed his eyes and dispersed his spiritual power.

"Poof!

My heart was beating with fear.

When I closed my eyes, my eyes were blood-red, but my mind was full of darkness. There was a white shadow in the middle, poking at each other's eyes.

After a while, his eyes no longer stinged, and the prince dared to open his eyes. He cautiously glanced at the white lotus, and after there was nothing abnormal, he breathed a sigh of relief and put it away with palpitations.

The little bit of yin and yang power that had just been condensed was consumed by the eye-opening method in the blink of an eye, and the prince was silently speechless, and sighed in his heart, the cultivation journey is really time-consuming!

Putting away the white lotus, the prince couldn't help but look at the red jade paper.

The jade paper carved with a red face is not so cold, and the temperament is just the opposite, giving people a very flamboyant feeling.

The flaming red dress is graceful, convex and backward flex, and the nine red streamers behind the enchanting body dance in the wind, like a charming nine-tailed spirit fox, and there are fiery red tattoos on the forehead.

The prince looked at it carefully, and what was tattooed on Mo Hongyan's forehead turned out to be a big red coffin!

"Young master?"

Mo Hongyan stopped suddenly, her willow eyebrows frowned slightly, and she raised her slender neck to look around.

She looked anxious, walked a few steps quickly, and whispered in Dai Xiaomo's ear: "Young master, I just sensed that the breath that was broken by the Yin family is nearby!"

"Hmm!"

Dai Xiaomo bowed slightly, "I feel it too!"

The quiet face looked into nothingness, and a pair of smart eyes flashed with a faint murderous intent.

Dai Xiaomoyu's fingers sneaked into the wide sleeves, and she became more solemn than ever, "Strange, could it be that the master of the Yin family is also here?"

"It's better to be careful!"

Mo Hongyan looked back, pointed to the left rear, her eyes were cold, and she said in a deep voice: "In that direction!"

When Han Dudu first saw Mo Hongyan, he knew who was the person on the jade paper he had obtained after killing Yin Fangzi.

There was a time when Han Dudu was obsessed with collecting beautiful pictures. No matter what way, as long as it is a card that can be kept for a long time, he will try his best to get it.

For this reason, there is no shortage of tricks with the Yin family, especially those disciples of the Yin family who are obsessed with beauties and like to make beautiful jade paper.

Although Mo Hongyan and Dai Xiaomo whispered quietly, they did not make a sound, and with the ear power of Han Dudu, they could naturally hear it clearly.

Hearing the conversation between the two, he was even more sure of what he had just thought. Then he quietly exuded his divine consciousness and searched for it in the ring, but he couldn't find it after looking for a long time. Suddenly remembered that Wang Zimo had moved his wrench, and suddenly became angry.

This ring is Han Dudu's treasure, and it lists almost all his trophies, although Han Dudu disdains to use it, but it represents glorious glory!

No matter which one they are, they have all experienced bloody storms, and no matter which one they are, they have all been loyal to the souls of his men.

Big and small, there are thousands of them.

For a while, Han Dudu was frightened by his own record. There were so many weapons and armor that he had forgotten how many things he had, so he couldn't tell how much the thief had gone behind his back!

This bastard!

Even Lao Tzu's cherished beauty picture dares to steal!

After catching you, the old man has to peel your tendons to make a fishing line!

Han Dudu looked in the direction of Mo Hongyan's guard, didn't say anything, lowered his head and followed the second daughter forward. He knew that Wang Zimo was in that direction, and instead of risking to find him, it was better to wait until dawn, punish him a little, and then go to look for him.

At this time, Wang Zimo was thinking about the jade slip that Yin Jitong had shown him.

He didn't look at the secret techniques of the Yin family, but he saw the introduction of the jade paper card in great detail, especially the method of use.

Yin Zhentong's ice species Blue Sky Qilin Beast, as well as the white lotus in Wang Zimo's hands, and the old horseman's Mo Hongyan. Of the three cards that Wang Zimo encountered, each one gave people a feeling of full energy, as if the jade paper was not a painting, but a fresh life!

Indeed, the secret art of the Yin family uses painting to carve what they have seen on jade paper. The so-called jade paper is a piece of jade as thin as paper, about the size of three fingers together.

The more similar the carvings on the jade paper, the more powerful they become. And there seems to be a hidden connection between the inside and outside of the painting, which can change form as the power of the outsider grows, as if it is no different from a living thing.

There is no way out of the miasma.

Whether it's day or night, it's always foggy in front of you, and you can only see Xu Fangyuan in front of you.

The prince Mo was deep and shallow, stepping on the dead branch like a fly and plunging into the mire.

"Someone has been here, it's Daji!"

A row of footprints suddenly broke into sight in front of him, and Wang Zimo's eyes lit up suddenly, and he opened his mouth excitedly and shouted, almost being stuck by the poison herb in his mouth.

"Ahem, uh, ahem......"

Wang Zimo rolled his eyes, but his face was full of innocent smiles.

With direction, everything seems to be simpler.

Following the guidance of the footprints, the prince walked silently for a long time. Just when he wanted to give up, he suddenly saw a light in front of him.

In the black mist, the faint yellow halo was bright and flickering, like a child playing hide and seek, faintly hearing bursts of whispers.

"Baiyun Temple!"

Staring at the three big characters on the door plaque, Wang Zimo discovered the New World. Hei Liang's eyes opened suddenly, until he couldn't stare any bigger, and the corners of his eyes hurt a little, and then he said incredulously: "Baiyun Temple is in Jincheng, how can there be one here?"

Then the eyes narrowed, picked into a thin line, and were crushed by the wrinkled eyebrows.

The layout of the temple is exactly the same as that of the White Cloud Temple in Jincheng.

In the front yard is the shrine of Our Lady, and you can vaguely see the golden body of Our Lady in the main hall mottled in the black fog. There is a small door behind the golden body of the Virgin Mary that leads directly to the White Cloud Temple. From a distance, the light was on in the backyard.

Wang Zimo became more and more puzzled, and crossed the high threshold with his pounding heart.

The more I went inside, the more my heartbeat became. It's as if something is tugging in the stomach, holding the heart in the throat.

The arms of the golden body of the Virgin Mary were broken off with a brush, and the gold paint fell off the face of the mud fetus, grinning and staring, and the statue of the Virgin Mary in the Jincheng Temple was like two people.

If it is said that the Golden City is the Virgin, here it can be called a Yaksha.

The door of the house, hidden behind the Virgin King, was violently unloaded, and it was crooked to one side and covered with vines. But the ground was as smooth as ever, except for a layer of lilac moss in the corners.

Stepping through the back door, Wang Zimo suddenly felt that the statue of the Virgin behind him moved, turned back and looked again and saw that there was no change, and stepped through the back door again, this feeling of being stared at by the statue of the Virgin became stronger and stronger.

The prince did not dare to linger and hurriedly ran towards the backyard.