"Yeah!" Mu Yan nodded and replied, "Speaking of this, I would like to thank him for his help."
With that, Mu Yan turned around and looked at Mo Bai.
"I don't know if this is..." The second uncle followed Mu Yan's gaze. I saw a young man in a green shirt, standing not far away, his cultivation was in the early stage of Zixu.
"He is a disciple of the Yunhe Gate. He came here when the Yunhe Gate was breached." In fact, Mu Yan didn't know why Mo Bai came here, and he never heard him mention it. guess.
Mo Bai saw the Di Xingzong and his party looking at him. Touched his nose, it seems that I can't say hello.
"The younger generation has seen the second uncle." Mo Bai took a step forward, walked towards Mu Yan and the others, and said with a fist at the old man.
"Huh!" The second uncle saw that Mo Bai was a disciple of the Yunhe Sect, his expression gloomy. The grievances of Yunhemen Di Xingzong have been around for a long time, and it was not a matter of overnight. Even though Mo Bai helped Mu Yan to be promoted to cultivation base, the second uncle did not give Mo Bai a good face.
"Mo Bai, I'm sorry." Seeing this, Mu Yan looked at Mo Bai and said softly.
Mo Bai shrugged and said, "It's okay. When you enter the ghost fog, you can go with the second uncle and the others. Second uncle, leave now."
"This is natural, do you still want Mu Yan to be with you?" At this moment, the young man in the middle of the pill formation next to him said with an angry expression. The master sister is the leader of the new generation of Di Xingzong disciples, the goddess in their hearts, how can they be mingled with the people of Yunhemen.
"Mihe, don't be rude." Mu Yan turned his head, Xingyan stared at the young man, and shouted softly.
Mo Bai glanced at Di Xingzong and his party, only smiled faintly, then turned and walked towards City Lord Meng.
The second uncle looked at Mo Bai's away back, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, but he nodded slightly. But Mu Yan's nose was wrinkled, but she didn't move, she just stood beside the second uncle, but looking at Mo Bai's back, she did not take it back for a long time.
"Don't get entangled with the people of Yunhemen in the future." The second uncle said with a gloomy expression: "You are their master sister, you have to take this head well, you know?"
"Yes, the disciple knows." Mu Yan felt resentment in her heart, and just whispered absently to the words of the second uncle.
Half a day later, City Lord Meng saw that all the people he had appointed had already arrived, and the manpower below was also ready. Then gave an order. Thousands of people drove towards the direction of the ghost fog.
Thousands of escape lights set off from Dongkui City together, what a spectacular scene. All the mortals in the city looked up one after another. It seems that they have never seen such a situation in their entire lives. After all, the life of a mortal is very short, and the healthier one has only a one-hundred-year life span.
The south of Dongkui City is thousands of miles away. A piece of black mist was floating quietly in the sea. Like a beast of death, lurking there, ready to ambush passing prey at any time.
The seemingly calm sea of black mist has little light inside. Mongle thunderstorms, and silver snakes come out from time to time. It was like a series of spirit snakes swimming in the black mist. It's like being trapped here for thousands of years, trying to struggle out of the shackles.
The rumbling sound is endless. Already flooded the entire sea area. This voice was so majestic, it passed into the ears of all the monks, and it kept returning to it.
Mo Bai's eyes condensed, here is what they often say about black mist. Everything here is unknown to him. For a long time, his knowledge of this place has only been heard rumors, and this is the first time he has seen it.
Sure enough, as others have said, this place is indeed not simple.
At this moment, the monks who followed behind had already retreated somewhat. Especially the monks below the pill formation stage, everything here is not something they can participate in. Although the enthusiasm he held when he signed up for the participation at Dongkui City Gate, it is slowly receding now.
City Lord Meng had a sullen face, and glanced at the monk behind him. He did not stop those monks who retreated. In fact, as a cultivator of the Returning Yuan period, he was not sure in his heart when he entered the ghost fog.
But his time limit has come, if there is no great opportunity, his cultivation level will not be able to break through. This place is his last chance, so he has to break into this place no matter what.
City Lord Meng's eyes turned, and he turned to the other cultivators of the Returning Yuan Period.
Seeing that their faces are all overcast. It seems that all of them are fighting between heaven and man in their hearts.
At this moment, the ghost mist seemed to perceive something, and suddenly started toss like lava about to boil.
"Look, what is that?" At this moment, someone suddenly exclaimed.
Everyone looked in the direction he was pointing, and saw a lot of floating objects in the black mist. The aura shining from the floating objects is quite conspicuous in the black mist.
"Magic weapons!? Are they all magic weapons? So the rumors are true." A cry of exclamation came, and the monks who remained were immediately excited.
At this moment, everyone's eyes are all concentrated on the endless sea of black mist. From time to time, when someone sees the baby, they make a sound of exclamation. But in the black mist, the tossing floating objects were thrown higher and higher, and the true contents appeared in the eyes of the cultivators one by one.
With a cry of exclamation, one after another. The more and more violent roar in the black fog, at this time, in the eyes of the monks, it is no longer important, even the old monsters of the Returning Yuan period who were originally on the side, looking uncertain, gradually revealed a little fanaticism in their eyes.
You know, the ghost fog has existed for a long time, and the magic weapon floating out here is still full of aura. One can imagine how many treasures are hidden in this black mist.
Mo Bai's eyes were calm, and he knew in his heart that there must be a huge risk hidden in front of the great benefits. In this regard, he has a firm heart. Looking at the treasures that kept appearing in front of me, I just looked at it coldly at the moment, not moving.
Everything happening in front of me is like a ghost mist deliberately. As the roar became more and more intense, the movement became louder and louder.
The monks in front of the ghost mist were already ready to move one by one. As long as the monks of the Returning Yuan period gave an order, they would break in without hesitation. If you can win one or two treasures here, or a panacea. Then it is my biggest opportunity, maybe I will also have the opportunity to step into the ranks of the high-level Return to Yuan period in this life, on an equal footing with the old monsters.
"Since everyone can't wait." City Master Meng glanced at the place, and the thousands of monks who stayed here slowly said: "Then we will enter together to see who has enough chances, and all the things we got will return. Owned by oneself. No one can compete with each other."
City Lord Meng's voice was not loud, but the monks present could hear them all. Suddenly there was a round of applause.
His voice had just fallen, and some people could not help it. A group of human figures, like thunder, rushed toward the black mist. The black mist that originally made them tremble, but at this moment, it is like a black exuding black mist. The ingot of the fog. One by one monks flocked to them.
As more and more monks entered, the black mist suddenly trembled, and a burst of white gas suddenly appeared in the black mist, and the gas quickly spread out toward the surroundings. This white gas diffused so fast, and in the blink of an eye, all the floating treasures were enveloped, and these treasures began to rotate as if they were being pulled by a mysterious force.
moment! At the center of the black mist, a huge vortex appeared.
This astonishing change made the monks who had not had time to enter the black mist to be shocked. They want to go back.
However, it seems a bit late. In the rotating black mist, black air has already floated out, spreading towards the surroundings, and a huge suction force sucked the monks in mid-air into the center of the whirlpool one by one.
At this moment, Mo Bai's eyes were shocked. I saw the black air emanating from these black mist vortexes, slowly radiating out with a pressure comparable to the might of the sky.
"City Lord, look at us..." Yang Tian stood behind City Master Meng and saw the black fog change and his complexion changed drastically. He hurriedly walked beside City Master Meng. Asked in a low voice.
"Don't be afraid, it seems that there is something else in the black mist." City Lord Meng's eyes flickered as he watched the abnormal change in the direction of the black mist. His face was low.
But even though he said so, in fact he didn't have much confidence.
"Now that the black fog is getting bigger and bigger, the city lord will make a decision as soon as possible." Yang Tian kept praying in his heart, hoping that the white-haired old man would change his mind and be able to take his life back. After all, he is still young, only two hundred years old, there is no need to accompany this old man to death.
"What? City Lord Meng, have you retreated at this time?" At this moment, not far from him, an old man in a yellow shirt glanced at City Lord Meng. Said lightly.
"Gongxiang, don't talk cold words here, don't I know your little thoughts?" City Lord Meng glanced at him and said gloomily: "You are like me, we don't talk about each other. Wait a minute. Just do it yourself."
Gongxiang, this person, returned to the Yuan Dynasty for casual repairs. Shouyuan is also approaching. Also like him, if there is no big chance, it will be difficult to make a breakthrough. So this time, no matter what, there will be no backlash. This point, City Lord Meng knew very well in his heart.
In fact, this time not far away, most of the cultivators of the Returning Yuan period who were invited to come were close to the life of the Yuan. So they don't have much choice at all.
After speaking, City Lord Meng looked at the other monk of the Returning Yuan Period. I saw this person's expression calm, shaking the jade fan in his hand constantly, as if watching all this happening in front of him with interest.
But for Yu Wenfeng, City Lord Meng couldn't see through. This person is full of evil spirits, and he obviously has a lot of longevity, but he doesn't know why he wade in the muddy water.
Hearing what City Lord Meng said, Gongxiang gave a cold snort and looked up in the direction of Heiwu. Seeing the cultivator fleeing in midair, whenever he was touched by the black air flowing out of the whirlpool, he would be sucked into the whirlpool, and he secretly took a breath.
Gongxiang looked around. The expressions of other people didn't see any better. This made him feel a little comforted.
"I won't say much, I think you all know the purpose of this trip." City Lord Meng stared, glanced around, everyone beside him said lightly, "In this case, we will set off now."
After speaking, City Lord Meng took the lead in flashing his figure. Speeding quickly toward the black mist. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)