"Hmph! What's the matter if we find out? With you and me working together, the worst is to return to the ghost mist. In a head-on fight, we are no match for monks in the Nascent Soul stage, but who can escape with our ghost way skills?" Wonderful?" The thick male voice said unconvinced.
"What do you know? There are at least three or four monks in the Nascent Soul stage here, all of whom have magic weapons and special supernatural powers that can restrain our ghost skills. If you want to die, don't implicate me. Otherwise, don't blame me for not keeping my word. Now I will destroy you." The young monk was naturally the Master Xuangu, and at this moment he scolded in a cold voice.
"Brother Xuangu, why bother to get angry, the old man just doesn't want to talk anymore. But you promised me to find something suitable for the body, so you can't break your promise! Otherwise, how could I hand over a trace of soul essence to you, and I would be willing to follow you out of the ghost fog What!" This person seemed to be a little jealous of Xuangu's anger, but in the end he couldn't help reminding him of the most worrying thing.
"Don't worry! Since I need you to help me deal with that traitor Ji Yin, it is more convenient to act after I have a physical body. Besides, you and I share the same illness, and you are both halfway to specialize in the way of ghosts. I will keep my promise?" The man said indifferently.
"Hey! With the words of fellow daoist, I feel at ease." After saying this, the deep voice disappeared from Master Xuangu's mind.
This made Master Xuangu heave a sigh of relief, then sat down with his back against a small tree, and fell into a doze.
Time passed little by little, and more and more monks came out of the ghost fog, and they became more and more embarrassed. There are even a few of them, who look like they have been seriously injured. It is estimated that they will not be able to restore their original cultivation bases without a few years of meditation. But even so, the faces of these people still showed unconcealable joy. After all, as long as they passed the level of Ghost Mist, they could at least obtain some rare elixir.
When monks appeared one after another, the number of monks here increased to sixty or seventy, and the number of monks who appeared again suddenly decreased. After more than half a day, only a few people came out occasionally.
And the young monk who accompanied Fairy Ziling at the beginning was also among them. But his clothes were disheveled, his face was gray, and he looked like he had suffered a lot.
As soon as the young male cultivator entered this place, he searched for it in a hurry. He didn't see the trace of Fairy Ziling, but his face showed anxiety, and he looked uncertain.
At this time, Patriarch Jiyin and Master Xuangu also became a little uneasy because they had not seen any trace of Han Li.
Master Xuan Gu is alright, although he is a little irritable in his heart, he still maintains a calm expression on his face. The ancestor of Jiyin couldn't bear it any longer, he opened his eyes from time to time, glanced gloomyly at the ghost fog all around, and then closed them reluctantly.
In fact, according to this person's gloomy temperament, he would not behave so badly at all, but that thing on Han Li's body was really the key to his trip to get the treasure, which made him feel a bit at a loss.
Most people didn't pay attention to this kind of behavior, but the old man in Confucian shirt who was sitting cross-legged next to him saw it in his eyes, coughed lightly, and asked slowly: "Fellow Daoist Wu is so restless, is it true that you are among the people who have not yet arrived?" Is there anyone else that fellow Daoist cares about?"
After saying this, the old man stared at Patriarch Ji Yin closely, with a suspicious look on his face.
"It's not a person who misses you, just a little guy who once met once, a very interesting junior!" Ji Yinzu immediately recovered his usual expression and said flatly after hearing this.
"Interesting young junior? At that time, Fellow Daoist Wu will have to introduce me to the old man. I always like to support potential juniors." The eyes of the old man in Confucian shirts flickered, and he said with a smirk .
"This old fox! You're really suspicious." Patriarch Ji Yin cursed secretly when he saw this.
Han Li didn't show up so far, which made him very upset, so he didn't care about trying to scheming with the other party, so he simply closed his eyes again and forced himself into meditation.
At the same time, the profound voice resounded in the head of Master Xuangu in a certain corner.
"Xuan Gu, the helper you mentioned hasn't arrived yet? You won't be swallowed by that ghost! What's the use of such a helper, it's too weak." There seems to be some gloating in this sentence.
Xuan Gu sighed, knowing that based on the other party's temperament, it is probably impossible to not let him speak. It is impossible for him to really destroy the other party, after all, this one is still very useful to him!
And so far, no one has cast strange glances at him, and it seems that there will be nothing wrong with a little short talk.
Thinking of this, Xuan Gu had no choice but to say unhappily: "This person is quite mysterious! Although he is not very old, and his cultivation is only at the level of the early stage of alchemy, he will never be killed by some ghost. Even if you meet him, probably Either the soul flies away, or the fate of fleeing, don't underestimate this person."
"Early stage of alchemy? Xuan Gu, you underestimate me, I can suck the essence and blood from such a monk with just one mouth." He said in a thick voice in disbelief.
"Didn't you also suffer from my Golden Thunder Bamboo Demon Slayer Arrow? Do you have a way to deal with the Golden Thunder Bamboo Flying Sword made of the same material?" Xuan Gu said with a sneer.
"Golden Thunder Bamboo Flying Sword! Are you kidding? The only piece of Golden Thunder Bamboo was refined into the Demon Slayer Arrow. How could there be any other magic weapon of Golden Thunder Bamboo?" Hearing this, the thick voice said, There was silence, but then he asked suspiciously.
"Hey! Whether it's true or not, you will know when the time comes. But don't say I didn't remind you, this person has some tricky tricks in addition to the golden thunder and bamboo magic weapon. Otherwise, in the name of my mysterious bone, why bother?" Join hands with an ordinary alchemy cultivator." After saying this, Xuan Gu ignored the other party, closed his eyes and meditated.
That deep voice, knowingly didn't ask any more questions, wondering if he was considering the truth or falsehood of Master Xuan Gu's words.
After waiting for several more hours, Master Xuangu also showed a look of impatience, wondering what happened to Han Lizhen. In the ghost fog on one side, the fog rolled up, and then the large ghost fog suddenly parted to the two sides, and three people walked out side by side from inside.
It was Han Li and the second daughter of Fairy Ziling. The beautiful woman Yuan Yao still wore a black robe covering her head, covering her delicate and flowery face.
Seeing so many people in front of him, Han Li was taken aback and was a little surprised, but after sweeping his eyes, he walked towards a deserted place without hesitation. Fairy Ziling and Yuan Yao looked at each other with a tacit understanding, and wanted to do the same without thinking.
But at this time, a figure flashed, and a handsome young man in green clothes rushed up, and asked Fairy Ziling earnestly: "Great! Ziling, you are fine! I have been worried about you all the time." It!" After saying this, he hastily took another step, wanting to carefully observe whether this woman has any injuries, she looks extremely concerned!
"Brother Li, what's the matter with me?" Fairy Zi Ling couldn't help but stop when she saw this person, and after a forced smile, her face became cloudy.
And Yuan Yao looked at the two of them meaningfully, and then followed alone with her clothes fluttering.
Han Li, who had just found a place to stand alone, turned around and saw the woman named Yuan Yao following him, he couldn't help being a little surprised. But he immediately frowned and said: "Miss Yuan, we have escaped from the ghost fog. Is there anything else you want to do?"
Although Han Li was very amazed by the beauty of this woman, he was also a little moved, but here, he had no intention of acting together with outsiders, and immediately said words that were repulsive.
Han Li's blunt words did not make Yuan Yao angry, but he sighed lightly and said, "Brother Han, don't be offended, Yuan Yao has no choice but to follow fellow daoist! Fellow daoist should also know , my magic weapon has lost a lot of vitality during the battle with the ghost king, and I can't use it anymore. And there are many dangers in the Xutian Palace, and the little girl only knows Brother Han, so I have to make such a bad plan. Fellow Daoists won't look at Yuan Yao dies here!"
After saying this, the black-robed woman's eyes were slightly red, and she looked like she was crying, which made Han Li's brows furrow even more.
"Miss Yuan! Since you have said these words, I must ask some questions first. I am not a gentleman with a benevolent heart, but I don't want to be used for nothing without knowing it." Facing this woman's dejection Han Li asked calmly as if he had never seen his eyes.
"Fellow Daoist Han, you can just ask if you have any questions. As long as there is no privacy involved, Yuan Yao will definitely satisfy Brother Han!" Seeing that Han Li didn't show any sympathy, this woman secretly became a little annoyed, but she did have some things that must be taken away during this trip. After arriving, he had to hesitate for a while, then nodded and answered lightly.
"My question is very simple. What is the clear goal of Fellow Daoist Yuan for this trip? How many levels do you plan to pass? Explain again, what is hidden in the panicked appearance when I first saw me, and what is the big trouble? I don't want to get involved in some right and wrong." Han Li put his hands behind his back, stared at the woman and asked slowly, without blinking.