The white devil came and went quickly, but only the kung fu of tea, there was no shadow anymore, if you want to find her, you have to go to his lair, and I have asked two villagers, but I learned that this white devil's cave is not a secret, the white devil has a habit of eating people, either to suck away the flesh and blood on the spot, or to deter people away, and enjoy it slowly.

Those who sucked the flesh and blood on the spot were like the group of horse bandits who had fallen into great luck, and ended up with corpses exposed to the wilderness, and those who were scared away by him, after eating, would pile up the bones around a valley, and build a mountain of white bones, so that the piles of bones became the symbol of the white devil's lair.

Although these two villagers have never been there, they have touched the general direction and seen the White Bone Mountain, and they know the White Devil's lair.

The two of them are just ordinary people who have no cultivation knowledge, and when they encounter such demonic things, they are naturally as timid as mice, but their relatives are all scared away, and no matter how timid they are, they can force out some seeds, so they really picked up a pot of residual wine from the table that Fang Xing had just drunk and poured it into their mouths, strengthened their courage, and carried a firewood knife and hunting crossbow in their hands, and walked in front to lead Fang Xing with hatred.

It's just that the shelf is not small, but the steps are vain, and it is obviously afraid in my heart.

Along the mountain road, one foot deep and one foot shallow walked for about forty or fifty miles, now Fang Xing has no cultivation, these two villagers are also mortals, do not have the ability to come and go, rely on a pair of feet to grind past, but have come to nightfall, and finally arrived at an area, but it is a continuous wild mountain, strange rocks and cliffs. Low trees and barren grass. In the midst of the surrounding mountains and forests. I couldn't even hear the sound of birds and insects, as if all the creatures in this area were frightened by a demonic aura and didn't dare to make a movement.

"White ...... Bone Mountain ......"

Suddenly, one of the villagers cried out and fell to the ground in fright.

Fang Xing's heart was also slightly cold, and when he looked up, he saw that four or five miles ahead, there was a hill made of white bones. The reason why I can see it so clearly in the night is because on the mountain of white bones, the scales are flying wildly, and the shadows are like a huge fire, illuminating the surroundings faintly and brightly, and in this quiet and uninhabited wilderness, there is a feeling like a ghost realm.

"When I saw the White Bone Mountain, there must be the lair of the White Devil behind me......"

When the two villagers came here, the courage they had built up by drinking was gone. He said tremblingly, and there was even some crying in his voice. If it weren't for Fang Xing's big knife in his hand from time to time, it is estimated that the two of them would have turned around and fled.

"How do you feel familiar...... Then keep walking!"

Fang Xing's brows furrowed, and he suddenly urged behind him with some anxiety, and the knife slapped on his thigh.

"I ...... We're still going......"

One of the villagers said in a trembling voice, looking at Fang Xing with pleading eyes.

Fang Xing suddenly rolled his eyes: "Together, you rescued your wife and let me sleep?"

The two villagers didn't know what to say.

Fang Xing saw that they were scared, so he had no choice but to cheer them up: "Don't worry, with me, he can't hurt you!"

As he spoke, he took out a yellow talisman, and with a slight flicker, a faint golden light lit up on the talisman, illuminating the dark surroundings, which was spiritual, and slightly dispelled the ubiquitous evil atmosphere around him, making people feel a little at ease.

"Law...... Spell ......"

When the two villagers saw this scene, their eyes suddenly lit up, and their eyes looked at Fang Xing with a little more awe.

But obviously, the courage is also a little bigger, and the feet are not so trembling.

"Hehe, little meaning, I still have a flying sword, although you lead the way in front, I will bear it!"

Fang Xing pretended to be a master and said with a sneer.

"Good...... Okay, there's Master Lao......"

The two villagers plucked up their courage and took advantage of the faint light of the yellow charm to touch forward step by step.

Fang Xing followed slowly behind, vigilantly observing Zhou Dong's movements at any time.

Fortunately, after his cultivation was dispersed, some of the abilities of the Yin Yang God Demon Jian were retained, but some simple prohibitions and spiritual objects with a little aura could be seen, but the higher ones could not be identified.

Just going all the way deeper, Fang Xing seemed leisurely, but a strange look gradually appeared in his eyes.

It's getting more and more familiar!

A mountain and a vein, a forest and a slope, gradually came into view, and began to match some scenes in my memory.

When the time came, the sky and the earth were dim, and the four fields were dark, and nothing could be seen, but as the distance from the white bone mountain full of ghost fire got closer and closer, the surrounding light became clearer and clearer, but the surrounding mountains and scenery were illuminated, and when these mountains were in full view, a sense of familiarity also arose, lightly, and touched some memories in the heart.

"Accidentally, I broke into my home......"

Fang Xing smiled bitterly, becoming more and more sure that this area was the area of Ghost Smoke Valley that he had been looking for for several days.

Look at the wild slope not far away, and I have caught hares on it......

However, although he was a little excited, Fang Xing had not shown anything at the moment of the great enemy, and he was becoming more and more vigilant anyway.

There was even some ruthlessness in his heart, if the expectation was good, then behind the White Bone Mountain, it should be the Ghost Smoke Valley.

Back then, his home was occupied by a demon......

"I actually occupied the master's lair, I have to kill him......"

Fang Xing thought to himself, and began to slowly calculate in his heart.

After the White Bone Mountain, you can already vaguely see a valley hidden in the mountains, but it is backed by the mountains and waters, very hidden, if it is not for this White Bone Mountain as a comparison, it is really not easy to find, the two villagers, when they arrive here, they need to work hard to distinguish the path, Fang Xing sighed leisurely, urged them to move forward, familiar with the way to touch a path, and then went around to a hillside, after sliding down, then came to the front of a valley surrounded by mountains, stopped, and sighed.

"Finally back......"

After a moment of distraction, Fang Xing came back to his senses and urged the two villagers to move forward.

In front, there is a deep valley with a radius of four or five miles, faintly under the dark night, the white fog from nowhere, the valley is covered by the looming, almost like a secluded area, if it is the origin of the word "ghost smoke" in this valley, I don't know why, the temperature here is extremely low, it is like suddenly entering the cold winter, the air becomes frost, and the people of the two villages are shivering from the cold.

"The physique of mortals is so weak that they can't stand even a little cold......"

Fang Xing glanced at them with disdain, and then took out a cotton robe from the ivory tower and put it on.

"Uncle ......"

Standing at the edge of the valley, looking at the broken gate of the cottage, the two villagers were too frightened to move.

"Go inside!"

Fang Xing was unceremonious, not even disguised, urging the two of them to walk towards the valley.

"Bold, who broke into my retreat dojo?"

Such a blind obstacle to break in, sure enough, it was discovered in an instant, a sharp roar suddenly sounded, and the tumbling mist seemed to be entangled as if there was life, and without saying anything, Fang Xing and the two villagers were surrounded in the middle, this fog was not substantial, but at this time, it made people feel slippery, cold, as if they were entangled by demon snakes one by one, and they were cold to the bones from head to toe.

"Uncle help ......"

The two villagers were frightened and opened their mouths to shout.

And Fang Xing simply threw away the yellow talisman with a swish, raised his hands high, and shouted: "Don't be excited, Bai Daxian, I just brought you two fresh prey back, are you interested in having a good chat, can you start a long-term cooperation in the future?"

"Ah......h

The two villagers who regarded Fang Xing as a life-saving immortal were dumbfounded, but Fang Xing laughed, kicked the two of them out first, and followed behind, clasping two yellow talismans in his hands, and rushed over, they had already been entangled by the strange mist, and they rushed forward like this, but they immediately touched this kind of prohibition, all the fog tightened in an instant, but they were tied up like a rope, and at the same time, a powerful force came, pulling them forward and falling quickly.

In the darkness, Fang Xing only saw a white shadow in front of him, but the terrifying aura on the shadow's body made his heart tremble, but the more he arrived at this time, the faster his brain turned, and while rushing forward, he had already flipped his left hand, crushed the yellow talisman in his hand, and at the same time screamed: "Don't worry, Bai Daxian, I'm here to offer treasure, look at what is in my hand?"

When the yellow talisman in his left hand was crushed, an invisible golden light flowed from Fang Xing's body, but all the white mist that bound him was dissolved, and he followed the momentum of the forward rush and rushed straight towards the white shadow in the middle, his right hand was raised, but while shouting, he pressed the purple gold talisman straight towards the white shadow, and his mind tensed for a moment, success or failure in one fell swoop.

The cultivation is gone, but the vision and insight are still there.

He had already seen that there was no murderous aura in the white mist forbidden under this white devil cloth, and he also expected that he would see that he and the two villagers had no cultivation, and there would definitely be no other defenses, and Fang Xing took this opportunity to stick this purple gold rune seal to his head, thinking that this purple gold rune seal could even be suppressed by the Ying Qiaoqiao of the Jindan realm, not to mention this white devil who was mostly only cultivating on the foundation?

As expected, he successfully rushed in front of the white devil, and the purple gold talisman in his palm shot straight down.

However, at this moment, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he screamed, and forcibly stopped the talisman that was being slapped.

At the same time, a strand of white hair entwined flying sword also poked out of thin air, pointing directly at the center of his eyebrows, and did not continue to stab.

Fang Xing and the White Devil both looked like they had seen a ghost, looking at each other in disbelief.

"How could it be you......"

After a while, Fang Xingcai smiled bitterly: "Senior Sister Xiao......" (To be continued.) )

PS: Have you guessed the identity of the White Devil?