The white mist is sticky and surging like a boil.

Fu Xuanxu, Kui Yueji and Ning Wuye walked cautiously, and the talismans that emitted a clear spirit of energy surrounded them and followed them step by step.

Ancient compass hangs in front, and runes flash in the void, guiding the way.

At the end of the day, clusters of red spiritual fires hang around the sky, the flames are bright in color and leaping frequently, but they can only illuminate the place in a small area. They will no longer feel anything outside of two steps.

At present, all the flames burn vertically, swallowing and spitting out spiritual flames.

Ning Wuye fell silently, carrying a black-shewn sword on his back. As he stepped, the light burst out in his eyes, and there seemed to be a long sword out of the sheath, floating, swallowing and spitting out the inspiration, holding the sharp edge but not revealing, ready to go.

All three of them were circulating the [Forbidden Scent], locking all their vitality in the small part of their hearts and mouths, allowing the yin energy to soak in the body. Soon, they were covered in cold and cold, and there was no sign of living.

As he walked, Fu Xuanxu suddenly sent a message: "After returning to the teahouse, if Junior Sister Yan has already returned, it is naturally the best. If you have not come back yet, you will recover in the teahouse. I will go to find Junior Sister Yan alone."

Upon hearing this, Kui Yueji and Ning Wuye both frowned. Ning Wuye immediately shook his head and said, "Senior Brother Fu, this is inappropriate. What's more, this matter has arisen because of us. If you want to go, let's go together!"

Zhong Kui Yueji said in a deep voice: "Senior Brother Fu, you have made great progress now. I believe you have obtained some means from the Fallen Immortal. We can also use what you can use. In this way, let's act together and the chances of winning will be greater."

Fu Xuanxu shook his head slightly and thought to himself that he had found Junior Brother Zhongkui and Junior Brother Ning, and Pei Ling had the means to track Li Lieyue. Under normal circumstances, he should save Li Lieyue and Junior Sister Yan one step faster than him.

If you don’t see those three people after returning to the teahouse later, it means that the situation Pei Ling encountered was far more dangerous than his own!

He is now very clear about the strength of this saint son of Chongming Sect. Even if he now has the [End Dao Qingxian], he may not be his opponent!

And the danger that even the other party could not handle was just a death sentence.

Thinking of this, Fu Xuanxu was about to say something else, but the talisman array surrounding the surrounding suddenly ignited without wind. Finally, Kui Yueji's body [what the people's hearts] suddenly changed direction and pointed to one side. Ning Wuye's long sword paused slightly in his eyes, and made a clear sound that only he could hear.

The three of them quickly reacted and there were powerful ghosts approaching!

Without any hesitation, they immediately retreated in the direction pointed by [the people's hearts].

Soon, a carpet with extremely luxurious clothes, a sedan chair with a garland hanging from tassels came from the white mist.

This sedan chair is decorated with vermilion lacquer and gold, carved countless beautiful characters, auspicious animals and birds, and a small palace lantern with exquisite workmanship around it, with the word "囍" written on it. The clever mind and exquisite craftsmanship are exquisite.

However, the entire sedan emits an extremely rich yin energy, and wherever it passes, gray-black frost and snow spread rapidly.

The three of them dared not be negligent, and they only paid a little attention from the corner of their eyes to avoid being noticed by the ghosts.

Soon, the sedan chair left and disappeared into the white mist.

After waiting patiently for a while, the three of them walked out of their hiding place.

Fu Xuanxu briefly said: "Go quickly!"

Finally, Kui Yueji and Ning Wuye nodded slightly and quickly left the place.

At this time, in the sedan chair that was far away, Pei Ling, who was sitting high in the main seat, suddenly opened his eyes and said to the red pink bride sitting beside him: "It's OK, just take me to find the fortune of the 'curse'."

Fu Xuanxu and the other two had nothing to do, and this place was not far from the teahouse. As long as these three people did not go to other places of law, they would definitely be able to return to the teahouse safely.

In this situation, I don’t need to show up.

"Yes." The red pink bride said softly and respectfully, "Master!"

While speaking, the sedan chair quickly changed its direction and floated in a certain direction.

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Yousu Tomb.

Some remote corner.

The white mist dissipates and is extremely rich, blurring the sky and the earth, and there is only a vastness in sight.

The gloomy wind from somewhere was sobbing, and the fog was surging, as if it was creating the world, three Cui Wei doors suddenly appeared.

These three gateways are towering at the sky and ravines, majestic into the clouds, and extremely spectacular!

Whether it is the human race or the strange ghosts, standing in front of the door, they are extremely small, as if they are dusty.

The first door, the foundation stone is completely made of thousands of skulls. The two skull mountains are far away, and on the top of the mountain, there is an unimaginable giant skull!

Standing a considerable distance from this portal, if you are above your knees, you need to look up and watch.

Looking into the distance, these two giant skeletons were like a pair of peaks that penetrated straight into the sky. They were obviously not humans during their lifetime. There were dozens of skulls on their necks, with their legs bent downwards, and they were half-squat, slightly tilted their heads, like slaves, carrying a three-bedroom, five-pillar archway.

On the engraved plate made of spiritual materials, hundreds of ghosts were carved at night, and their eyes were bright and destructive, emitting a vast and cold aura.

Under the head of the hanging flower, there are white alien skulls hanging in a strange shape. The skulls are treacherous in shape. The wind is passing by, and the sound is cold. The arches of the arches are all carved with strange monsters. On the ridge is a huge skull, like a small mountain, with its empty eyes pitch black, as if nothing is empty, and as if there are countless sneaks and horrors hidden.

Above the carved panel, there are plaques hanging high.

However, I don’t know if the distance is too far or something else, the handwriting on the plaque is vague and unclear.

After this first portal, there are two more majestic portals, just like the handwriting on the plaque, vague and chaotic, and only a vague outline can be seen.

This place is unavailable to get close to, and the surroundings are vast. However, when you look around, there is nothing except these three portals.

Suddenly, a huge ghost walked out of the thick white mist and headed towards the first door.

As he stepped forward, a huge sense of hatred suddenly emerged from his body.

In just a moment, these hatreds were absorbed by the first door, and in the end they were gone.

At the same time, the ghosts disappeared.

The originally tumbling white fog suddenly calmed down.

After a while, in the mist, the second head of the ghost was covered with blue and black, and also walked towards the portal step by step.

But soon, like the ghost just now, it was taken away by the portal and destroyed and disappeared.

After a long silence, a group of ghosts suddenly walked out of the white mist, with more than a dozen heads, but before they even approached the portal, they were sucked dry again and turned into nothing.

After several consecutive attempts failed, the movements and stillness in the fog were completely calmed down.
Chapter completed!