Qiya walked slowly with a white candle in her hand, stopping from time to time to sense and think, and then adjusting the direction and continuing to move forward.

The white mist became increasingly rich, not only blocking her vision, but even her spiritual consciousness could not penetrate. Only in the place where the candlelight illuminated, could everything around her be clearly felt.

The more she moved forward, the more she became, the more she became, and finally she was about to form a substantial barrier. As she continued to go further step by step, the burning speed of the white candlelight suddenly accelerated, and a small piece was burned out in a short time.

Qi Ya's expression became a little gloomy, and her mood changed from the initial relaxed and freehand painting to the confusion and solemnity.

Originally, she thought there was a white candlelight, and it was only a matter of time to find the hidden location of the Holy Gate fragments, and there would not be too much danger. This was the conclusion drawn from several previous executions of similar tasks.

But now this situation is obviously beyond her expectations. This Holy Gate fragment seems to be different from others. It can constantly hide and change its position, and even launch fluctuations on her from time to time to attack her soul and soul.

"Fortunately, there is the mysterious white candle, otherwise it might have been dragged into the abyss of the illusion." Qi Ya looked down at Bai candle, who was less than half of the time left, and the worry between her eyebrows became even heavier.

If she cannot truly find the body of the Holy Gate fragment before the white candle is burned out, even she will face great danger.

Thinking of the lost Bai Mo and Yue Lin, Qiya hoped that the Holy Sect fragments would attack them more fiercely so as to relieve the pressure she was under. As for their life or death, they would not be in her heart at all.

The burning rhythm of Youxuan Baizhu suddenly stopped, and Qi Ya immediately stopped and carefully observed the changes in the flames.

call!

Suddenly, the flames of Baizhu surged to several feet high, rushing straight to Qiya's face.

Just after a moment of contact, a thick barrier that automatically emerged on Qiya's body surface immediately collapsed. Her face changed drastically, and her body bent backward at a right angle, avoiding most of the flames.

But a little bit of it was still stained with it. Qi Ya let out a shrill scream and threw away the Youxuan Baizhu in her palm. An instantly appeared in her hand, cutting off her delicate and small chin.

Blood gushed out like water. Although he cut off half of his chin with the courage of a hero cutting off his arm, Qiya was frightened to find that this still did not stop the flame from spreading, and it was a tendency to spread towards her entire body.

Even her dagger that had just self-harm was stained with dismal flames.

A crisp sound was heard.

One of the earrings on Qiya's body was broken, and a dark green aura shot out from it, covering the injured area.

The flames gradually faded, Qi Ya gasped and took out a jade bottle with trembling hands, opened the cap and poured the powder inside on the wound, finally slowly preventing the loss of blood.

"What is this? There has never been a similar thing before." Qi Ya was still scared and didn't care to continue to deal with the wound. She lowered her head to look for Youxuan Baizhu who was thrown away by herself.

The white mist became thicker and the water waves were rippling. Only then did Qiya realize that she could no longer find the flames of the white candle, and she was completely trapped in the dilemma of losing her direction.

"Sister, is it you? Where are you?"

In a trance, a resentful voice came into Qiya's ears, making her shudder and shivered.

The voice was getting closer and closer, as if with the power to deceive the mind, it kept hovering in Qiya's ears.

"Sister, I'm so cold, hug me."

"Sister, do you want me anymore?"

"Qixuan, don't be afraid, where are you? My sister is here, and I'm here now."

Qi Ya's expression was confused and she slowly walked towards the direction of the sound.

"Sister, I'm here, come here quickly."

Qi Ya followed the sound and walked step by step towards the depths of the white mist.

The Bai Mo was restless by the sudden fog. After walking for a while, the traces of Qi Ya and Yue Lin disappeared in front of him. He felt even more irritable and even his eyes were covered with a faint blood color.

After walking a distance, several shadowy figures appeared in the sight of the White Demon.

Without saying a word, the visitor launched the most fierce attack on the White Demon.

"So weak, not even a monk, dares to mess with me?"

In one breath, five corpses sank to the bottom of the deep water.

After killing, the feeling of depression and irritability in Bai Mo's heart was slightly lowered. He regretted it. He just started to take action with too much ruthlessly. Before he could taste the other party's painful wail, they had already ended their lives.

At this moment, the Bai Mo even hoped to meet a few more people and let him vent his heart fire, which was getting stronger and stronger.

After walking forward dozens of steps, a ferocious smile appeared on Bai Demon's face and moved his fingers.

"Someone is really here? It's just my wish!"

A quarter of an hour later, the white demon sighed with satisfaction and threw away the broken corpse in his hand.

But this kind of satisfaction of venting the heart fire only lasted for a short period of time, and then it burned again in a more fierce posture, torturing the white demon even more irritable and uneasy.

Continue to kill continuously, get short-term satisfaction, fall into mania again, and look for killing again...

As the killing continued, Bai Mo discovered that the people he killed were getting stronger and stronger. At first, they were just ordinary secular warriors. All they met were cultivators in Qi Training Realm, and then Xuan Ji Realm, until he met a cultivator in the Dan Condensation Realm.

After a little effort, he broke the neck of the elixir monk. The white demon was about to sink the headless corpse into the water. After accidentally seeing the head held in his other hand, he was suddenly stunned.

He knows this person.

And it was an elder of a certain sect that he killed by himself during a mission twenty years ago!

A deepest chill surged out of my heart. The white demon carefully used water to clean the blood stained on his head. After carefully identifying it again, he finally confirmed that this person was the elder who should have died for twenty years!

"It's obviously the one I killed, why did it appear in front of me again?"

The white demon crushed the head in his hand with a slap, suppressing the depression and condensation. The strange and terrifying atmosphere made the evil fire in his heart burn more and more vigorously, burning his reason for the moment.

Around the White Demon, the white mist suddenly began to roll and gather unnaturally. Affected by the abnormal movement of the fog, the originally calm and unwavering water surface surged in just a few breaths, and there were still strands of water vapor in the middle and merged into the increasingly rich white mist.
Chapter completed!