One after another, banging sounds sounded from all directions, the world seemed to be mourning at this moment, the rich flesh and blood aura and the gray-black mist stirred together, dense and hazy.

The colors of red and gray are intertwined, as if there was some kind of reaction, and the sound of thousands of ghosts wailing and dancing wildly, instantly swept towards the outside of Lingxi Valley, overwhelming darkness, and a terrifying and depressing atmosphere over the head, making people feel My heart couldn't stop getting cold.

"Ah... what is this?"

Zhao Zichen suddenly screamed and hurriedly threw Qin Hao on the ground. However, he was still half a step late. The mist of alternating red and gray splashed on his arm, and it was like a flame burning on dead leaves, making a chi chi chi sound.

Then bursts of foul-smelling black smoke came out, and his arm instantly turned black, shrunken, and rotted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then exposed the white bones.

But still, the mist wrapped around the bones and penetrated into it, like a pervasive insect. At this moment, there was a rustling sound of spring silkworms gnawing on the leaves.

A terrifying scene appeared. Amidst Zhao Zichen's screams, his entire arm was instantly pierced by thousands of holes, as if it was penetrated by countless embroidery needles. It was a pitch-black hole with spots, like a bug burrowing into the depths.

"Quick, cut off your arm."

When Uncle Wei saw this scene, his face changed wildly, and he hurriedly shouted, Zhao Zichen is his master's favorite disciple, if something happens, he will inevitably be punished.

Hearing this, Zhao Zichen gritted his teeth, his eyes were fierce, and his other hand suddenly pulled out the long sword of the guard behind him. Splashed, the arm suddenly flew up and landed on the ground, and after a few breaths it turned into black smoke and disappeared without a trace.

Uncle Wei took a step forward, waved his hand to emit bursts of white light, forcing back the rushing mist, supported Zhao Zichen, who was about to fall to the ground, took out a medicinal pill from his arms and stuffed it into his mouth, simultaneously stopping his bleeding. Note the wound, his face is very gloomy.

"Uncle Wei, I...my hand?" Zhao Zichen's face was pale, and his body was covered in cold sweat. He was so frightened that he turned to look at his empty right arm, his face even more gray. But what he is more afraid of now is that it will be difficult to take over.

Uncle Wei looked at the terrifying wound, and his eyes flashed with worry, but he still comforted: "Master has great powers, and it's just a small matter."

But he couldn't guarantee whether his master was willing to spend a lot of money to take over for Zhao Zichen, because the mist was so strange and inexplicable, it was stained on the wound like a tarsal maggot, and it seemed that he wanted to drill into it, but it couldn't be dispelled. . However, if he was blocked by his spiritual energy, it would not be a big problem for him to fall for a while.

In the arena, the mist came surging, and it swallowed up several guards in no time. They couldn't escape, and they were contaminated.

Gu Yanxue was the closest to the old woman of the Song family just now, and the moment her body exploded, her flesh splattered on the old woman's body, which changed her expression. Fortunately, she moved quickly and took off her clothes directly, wearing only a colorful apron and a white underwear. His trousers jumped aside, still terrified.

I saw that the clothes she threw on the ground were swallowed up by the mist in an instant, and disappeared into bursts of black smoke.

However, everyone didn't have any intention of laughing at the old woman, and they all ran out of the fog on their own.

Even Shishu Wei mentioned Zhao Zichen and ran to safety. He had already seen that the mist of alternating red and gray could only last for a short period of time. If he avoided it far away, he would not be hurt.

"Senior..."

In the mist, Qin Hao was the only one left on the ground at this time. He sat there and gave up resistance. However, the mist seemed to avoid him intentionally, bypassing him.

Qin Hao immediately understood that this was because the senior was helping him. He suddenly looked forward and saw that Ji Jiu's body was completely submerged in the mist, shrinking and decaying little by little. The outline of the body, but his eyes are still calm, terribly still.

Ji Jiu only looked at Qin Hao at this moment, with a faint smile, "Young man, you won't die so easily."

"Wuwuwu, senior, why are you doing this?" At this moment, Qin Hao's eyes were scarlet and he was crying like a child. In order to keep him alive, the senior did not hesitate to sacrifice his own life. How could he repay such a great kindness?

"Run away, boy, this old man won't be able to last for long." Ji Jiu saw this, with an interesting smile in his eyes, and said with a smile, but in Qin Hao's view, it was because the senior didn't want him to be too sad. Responsibility is the last splendor of the blooming life of the predecessors.

Qin Hao nodded sharply and stood up, then stumbled and ran in the other direction. The fog automatically dissipated and opened the way for him. He looked back from time to time and shed hot tears.

He wants to keep the smile of his predecessors in his heart and never forget it.

He used to bear the revenge of his parents, but now he bears a deeper and heavier revenge of his teacher, although the seniors did not accept him as a disciple...

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Seeing Qin Hao escape, Ji Jiu's smile gradually faded, and his face returned to a look of indifference. His body was basically festering, and the pain was indescribable, but he had long been accustomed to it, and he was happy with it.

The next moment, Ji Jiu's body turned into a pool of corpse water, and a faint phantom emerged from it. It was a human figure, with white clothes and black hair, but his eyes were blank and vacant, like a lonely ghost.

Then, with a bang, the figure shattered into the sky and fell into the shadow pattern, and disappeared. The mist that had just increased in power was naturally because Ji Jiu used half of his soul as bait to throw himself into it.

A place more than ten miles away from Lingxi Valley.

The group of people who had just escaped seemed to be in shock, with a feeling of the rest of their lives. They looked at each other and sighed. If they slowed down a few steps, they would have been buried in it. Even the ground has been corroded into a deep concave mist, which is terrifying and terrifying.

When Zhao Zichen was put down by Uncle Wei, he looked around and didn't notice Qin Hao, so he hurriedly asked, "Uncle Wei, my enemy is still in the fog."

Uncle Wei frowned and seemed dissatisfied, but he still said lightly: "Don't worry, I'll look for it when the fog clears up a bit, but the fog is so domineering and sinister, I think he should have no bones left."

Gu Beidi also said at this time: "I just don't know if my scoundrel is dead?" He still had a righteous and dignified tone, he didn't care about the life and death of his apprentice, and seemed ashamed to be a teacher.

Wei Shishu glanced at Gu Beidi and said with a light smile: "As expected, it was done by the devil, which is not good for others, but I took a look when I just came out. Your apprentice's body has been devoured by the mist and festered, I'm afraid it will be difficult to survive. "

He was also very regretful about this. In this way, he would have no way to obtain the magic method, and the idea of ​​taking advantage of the opportunity to make money was also extinguished.

When Gu Beidi heard this, he seemed relieved, showing a flattering smile, and said, "Master Wei is still very powerful, and he can see the truth of my evildoer at a glance."

Uncle Wei enjoyed the promise very much, smiled, and waved his hand silently.

"Master Wei, should we go?"

The old woman of the Song family suddenly asked, and at the same time she wrapped her apron with her hands, but unfortunately no one wanted to see that slack and ugly look. "Chu Yunfeng" is dead, so she has an explanation for her visit. She doesn't want to stay in this spooky place for a moment.

Uncle Wei shook his head and said, "Let's go? No need, UU read www.uukanshu.com When the fog clears up a bit, I'll go and explore it to see what the **** is going on."

"Then didn't you just say that my scoundrel still has helpers? What if... what if they come?" Gu Beidi whispered, and he didn't want to take this risk.

"Help? Oh, so what if you come here, the big deal is to kill." Uncle Wei smiled domineeringly.

Gubei Enemy showed awe at the right time.

At this moment, a dazzling green light suddenly swept in from a distance, like a meteor falling from the sky. The bright light directly reflected the entire sky into a lake-like color. Everyone looked up and felt rich. The vitality of his nose came, and even the feeling of tiredness and tension just now dissipated a lot.

"What's this?" The old woman of the Song family asked, her eyes widening.

"Could it be some kind of treasure?" Gu Beidi was also short of breath, his eyes were constantly intertwined with heat and hesitation, and his footsteps moved slightly, but when he thought of Uncle Wei in front of him, he still stopped. He could only watch helplessly as the green light pierced through the thick gray fog in front of him and went straight into the Lingxi Valley, seemingly landing in a certain direction.

Uncle Wei narrowed his eyes and suddenly said to himself, "So Chu Yunfeng is planning this."

He considered himself smart, and based on what he had seen before, he deduced this result. Thinking about it like this, that green light must be extraordinary, and even he felt greedy and fiery.

"Huhuhu!"

At the moment when the green light hit the ground, there was a sudden sound of wind in the distance, and the gust of wind swept in, even the clouds in the sky rolled endlessly.

Upon closer inspection, I found that it was a blurred figure in Tsing Yi. He was flying in the sky with the gust of wind, like chasing the stars and the moon.

Uncle Wei's expression changed greatly, and he couldn't help asking, "Who is that?"

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