Qingzhi lifted the tent and walked out.

As soon as he came out of the tent, he looked surprised.

It was dark in front of me, and I couldn't see anything.

There is no light between heaven and earth, as if in a black hole of absolute silence, and a trace of coldness appears in my heart for no reason, as if abandoned by the world.

He looked around and muttered, "What's the situation?"

I didn't take it to heart, touched the darkness, walked to the side, unbuckled my belt, and began to untie it a little.

The sound of rushing water was heard.

His eyes looked around warily.

The cold feeling is getting stronger and stronger, I don't know if it's an illusion, he has a feeling of being watched.

It was as if a vicious eye was staring at him tightly.

He finally realized something was wrong.

I once heard Shizun say that a martial artist with high strength will have an instinctive perception of many dangers.

This sense of being peeed upon is probably not an illusion.

He quickly fastened his belt and turned and ran towards the tent, trying to tell the others.

But at this moment, his face changed.

What about tents?

There was a black oppression in front of him, and the wind was howling in all directions.

Nothing is gone.

He seemed to be the only one left in the whole world.

"Hallucinations, ghosts hitting the wall. ”

Qingzhi quickly reacted, and his eyes were clear, and two blue lights shot out of his eyes.

The darkness quickly changed in his eyes.

But it hasn't dissipated.

He saw a thick white mist, enveloping all around.

A cold aura rushed out of the white mist.

The white mist obscured everything.

His heavenly eyes can't see through the white fog here.

The tent was obviously not far behind, but at this moment there was nothing to be found.

Qingzhi's face changed, and according to the previous sense of direction, he quickly rushed back.

But after rushing for several miles, I couldn't find where the tent was.

Of course, it was just his own feeling that he had rushed out for miles.

He didn't know how much he really rushed out.

"Hell, what the hell dares to tease your Daoist. ”

Qingzhi said angrily.

The wind was howling and it was pitch black.

There was no sound response.

Qingzhi forced himself to calm down, and his true qi turned around in his body a few times, and ran back again.

It must have been overdone just now.

The tent should be in the back.

But after he had run back for several miles, there was still not the slightest trace of the tent.

Not even the sound of the water of the Yellow River can be heard.

There was a dead silence between heaven and earth, and there was nothing but the sound of the wind.

At this time, he felt the feeling of being watched behind him even stronger.

Those resentful eyes seemed to be not far behind him.

Qingzhi jerked his head back and looked behind him.

But there was nothing behind him, but there was nothing.

"Qingquan, Qingbu, Xiao Zhang, where are you?"

He finally couldn't help but shout.

The sound was heard, and the surroundings were empty.

The cold wind whined.

A cold sweat finally broke out behind him.

Although it is true that he is a fourth-order master, he has never descended the mountain, this is the first time.

I have never encountered evil spirits alone, but I have only heard my master talk about it on the mountain.

Now that I have encountered this strange situation in person, I am really uneasy.

He used his skills and shouted again.

This time, I used enough internal force to ensure that the sound could spread for more than ten miles.

The sound came for more than ten miles, so they should be able to hear it, right?

He shouted as he walked around.

But there was no response.

At this time, the feeling of being peeped at behind him became stronger and stronger every time, and he could feel that the other party was constantly approaching, at first it was still dozens of meters away, but now it seemed to be about four or five meters behind him.

Qingzhi jerked back again.

It's still black, and you can't see anything.

He frowned, his eyes wary.

That's it!

The cold hair on his body suddenly stood up, and he felt a great crisis approaching behind him, turned around like lightning, slapped it with a palm, and the bright blue light erupted violently.

Bang!

A dark shadow collided with him, knocking him upside down on the spot.

Qing Zhi was taken aback, quickly stabilized in the distance, his true qi was all over his body, and he looked around with great vigilance.

His arms ached, and he was cold, as if he had been frozen in ice.

A stream of cold power continued to invade his body from his arm, and he felt as if his arm didn't belong to him anymore.

"What the hell, get out of here!"

He opened his mouth and drank.

But there was still no response for four weeks.

Moments later, the terrible crisis struck again.

Qing Zhi Han Mao stood upside down and turned back again.

With a bang, he was shocked upside down again, and the incomparably terrifying Yin Cold Power completely rushed into his internal organs, making his lips purple, and he spat out a mouthful of blood directly.

He was utterly terrified.

", what the hell is going on?"

He got up and ran, not caring about anything.

Inside the tent.

Qingquan and Qingbu read all the remaining pages with relish.

Qingbu showed a lewd smile, rolled his eyes, and said, "Qingzhi hasn't come back yet, I'll go and see it too." ”

"Hurry up, I'll take a look in a minute. ”

Qingquan also said with a smile.

Xiao Zhang Daoren didn't know why they all went out to check the situation.

Can't you just go and see it alone, and you have to go over one by one?

His mouth was dry, his palms trembled slightly, and he picked up the tea cup beside him and sent it to his mouth.

It's secretly funny to see clearly.

He walked back and forth inside the tent.

After about half a cup of tea, Qingquan muttered, "Why haven't these two goods come back yet?" ”

He couldn't help it, handed the Miyamoto picture to Xiao Zhang, and said, "Xiao Zhang, I'll take a look too." ”

He lifted his tent and ran into the distance.

Xiao Zhang Daoren's mind was full of various moves and pictures flying, and he couldn't listen to what he was saying at all.

At this moment, Miyamoto's picture fell into his hands, and he couldn't help his heart pounding.

"Sin, sin, sin. ”

He read it and began to flip it up again.

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Dawn came.

Thick mist.

Qing Zhi was still running with all his might, and the true qi in his body was being consumed at a rapid rate.

He felt that he had run for at least dozens of miles, but the feeling of being spied on was constant, and the thing that had attacked him just now was still shooting from time to time.

He was cold and cold now, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding, but he didn't dare to stop at all.

"Damn, what the hell is going on, why are you following me?"

He panicked.

Zhang Yuan was rushing at great speed from a distance, like golden lightning, flashing across the earth.

An hour and a half later, he hurried back to where he had been.

But when he arrived, his face was stunned.

"What's the situation?"

The entire bank of the river was covered with a thick fog, which shrouded the surroundings for dozens of miles.

He moved his eyes and watched in the night.

The area shrouded in dense fog reached at least more than 30 miles.

Soon, he frowned.

An extra layer of cold power appeared in the mist, covering the surroundings.

This power is almost the same as in the previous city in that ancient city.

But it is much weaker than the power in the ancient city.

His eyesight could barely penetrate the white mist.

"No, there's a demonic spirit. ”

His eyes flashed, and he quickly rushed over.

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