The information of heaven and earth, the information of heaven and earth, composition, structure, operation, the three are one, which can be called heaven and earth!

Just like building blocks, where to put the blocks of various shapes, the cooperation between each other, and the final style you want to build!

Zhou Yi got all the information of the world because of the formation of the illusory world, although he can't create a world with these, but some simple things can still be done!

For example, with the clarity of water and the heaviness of the mountain, it is combined into a small water world with great control.

Five hundred years of pure internal force plus the power of heaven and earth within a kilometer, the two were one, and finally such a water ball was made!

How powerful this water balloon is, to be honest, even Zhou Yi doesn't know, because this is the first time he has done it, and he has no experience!

It may not be useful at all, it is some water polo, or it may be .......

Syllable!

With a look of anticipation on his face, Zhou Yi slammed the water balloon to the ground.

The moment the water balloon landed, it was like an ordinary water balloon, shattering instantly, and the small water balloon inside spread out, flying in the air for a while, and then dissipated abruptly.

The fog, at some point, appeared quietly, the color of smoke white, spreading all around, extremely fast, almost as soon as it appeared in front of him, it immediately filled the line of sight.

Endless, vast, everything that catches the eye instantly turns white, at first there are vague images of some scenes, but soon they are covered with white, and everything becomes white.

It's like being among the clouds in the sky, surrounded by clouds.

Looking at this sudden change, Song Hai's mind reached out, and soon, his face was full of smiles.

Zhou Yi also smiled, after these clouds appeared, he also understood what the effect of this water ball he had created!

It couldn't be better to use it to close the mountain!

......

The fog spread quickly, and along the sheep intestine path, he climbed up the mountain in a flash, and he really didn't know how fast it was compared to the speed of ordinary people climbing the mountain!

On the top of the mountain, the main hall of peaks and peaks, high and low orderly, groups of bald monks, distributed in each hall, some practice martial arts, some chant scriptures, some meditate, some chat.

"Huh, it's foggy?" In a large hall in front of the mountain gate, a group of monks are standing in a staggered manner, practicing martial arts, this hall is the closest hall to the mountain, when the clouds and mist climb to the top of the mountain, there are sharp-eyed monks to find it.

These monks are not very old, the oldest is only eleven or twelve years old, the youngest is only five years old, the heart jumps, after the mist appears, after the monk who found the mist screamed, most of them stopped moving, blinking curious eyes at the mist that slowly covered it.

"On the top of the mountain, where does the fog come from?" In front of the monks, the big monk with this group of little monks practiced, heard the voice of the little monk, doubted in his heart, and looked at the voice.

"There's really a fog!" Seeing the slowly drifting fog, the great monk was stunned for a moment, and then reacted instantly, this fog is not right, and his heart suddenly sighed, no, there is a situation!

"This mist is like it is alive!" Looking at the slowly coming mist, the great monk's eyes widened, as if there was a living mist, winding and circling like a snake, giving him the feeling that this was a living thing!

"Retreat! Retreat!" The great monk was anxious, although he didn't know what the hell was with these fogs, but the inexplicable uneasiness in his heart made the great monk always feel flustered.

"Huh?"

"Retreat?"

"Why do you want to retreat?"

"This fog is so beautiful, why do you want to retreat? I still want to touch it?"

"Yes, yes, I've been watching from afar, and I've never touched it?"

"......" The big monk's forehead was bruised, and he could hear the little monks' chirping like sparrows, and the danger in his heart was getting stronger and stronger, and there was no time!

"Retreat!" The big monk was angry and shouted, and all the little monks were stunned and looked at him blankly.

"Retreat!" The big monk looked at the bewildered eyes of the little monks, and he was angry, when was this, and he was so heartless, even if you were all children, it was too much!

Call!

The big monk didn't think about letting these little monks understand the seriousness of the matter now, and his body was running, and he quickly appeared next to a little monk, and with a big hand, he picked up the little monk, and his figure disappeared, and he appeared next to another little monk, picked it up, disappeared in an instant, and ran towards the back hall.

Just like this, the big monk Kankan brought all the little monks to the back hall before the mist covered the entire hall.

In fact, this is not all brought by him, but at the beginning, he took a little monk to the apse, and after that, even if the rest of the little monks didn't understand it anymore, looking at his movements, they also understood a little, and they consciously ran with him and came to the apse.

"It's a big deal!" After bringing all the little monks to a large hall in the back, the big monk couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, his face became more solemn, looking at the mist that had covered the entire hall, gradually surging towards the main hall he was in now, and a thought suddenly appeared in his heart.

"What happened?"

"What's wrong?"

"What is this?"

"Fog?

"What's the situation, the fog can be so dense that it can still appear on the top of the mountain.

"No, no, there's something wrong with these fogs, it, they seem to be alive!"

Just when the great monk looked at the fog in front of him with a solemn face, he only heard a series of sounds of breaking the air in his ears, and then one by one big bald heads suddenly appeared, and after appearing, he immediately saw the fog in front of him that seemed to come to life, and he immediately exclaimed.

"What are these fogs?"

Among the big bald heads who came, an old monk with white eyebrows and white hair asked while looking at the constantly surging mist.

"I don't know, very suddenly, they appeared, it seems, there is no danger, but judging from the situation that appears, it is very strange!" The first great monk looked at the mist and said seriously.

Rumble!

Next to him, a monk who was more than two meters tall and had thick eyebrows like a sharp edge frowned when he heard this, and without saying a word, he stretched out his hand to the mist in front of him is palm.

The golden palm print came out of his hand, and soon became larger, and when he arrived in front of the mist, it was still the size of a zhang, and then, the palm print was opposite to the mist!

Shout!

In an instant, everyone's complexion changed, and the palm prints instantly disappeared into the mist, disappearing, and there was only a trace of sound left, and there was no movement after that!

"What kind of fog is this?" Seeing this, a middle-aged monk in green clothes next to him couldn't help but tremble his eyebrows, and his face was ugly.

You must know that the flame palm of the Ming and Qing dynasties is extremely fierce, just that palm, hit the stone, that can turn into powder, hit the ground, a deep pit is normal, but, when hitting these inexplicable fog, there is no reaction!

What the hell is this!