Huang Jingxuan said, "That's all." He said to the people of Lingshan, "Follow me." Han Yiming had long been very tired of the Kanmao all over the mountains. Hearing this, Mingyuan's sword was deshewn and flew into the air with him. Everyone also flew up, flying higher and higher. At first, Kanmao tried hard to jump up, but after a moment, he could only watch them fly into the increasingly high fog.

Everyone flew for a while and looked down. It was dark and there was no trace of the baton. Huang Jingxuan stopped ascending and floated in the air. The Taoist Pingbo also stopped. The disciples of the two sects followed behind them. Han Yiming stood firm, and one person floated over from behind, but it was Zhao Haoyang. He did not control the sword, but just floating in the air. Another figure rose from below, but it was Liu Xinzhu. She was stepping on her feet no longer her white jade edge, but Zhao Haoyang's blue water sword.

Her face, which was originally as white jade, was already dull and looked haggard. Han Yiming knew that she had consumed too much spiritual power. Since they walked into this valley, her spiritual power was used to eliminate miasma. It was not until she saw the end of the mirage before that it was considered complete. Every time Han Yiming looked at her, she felt that she was getting weaker and weaker like a lit candle. She was very worried that she could support her until she walked out of this place. She always felt that she had the sign of the lamp being dry and she could not support her. Seeing her standing on the blue water sword shakingly, Han Yiming was really worried that she would not stand and fall down.

Worried, he heard the Taoist Pingbo say, "We can't fly out?" Huang Jingxuan said, "Brother Pingbo, have you been flying for a few days? This is the devil's confusion, how can you fly out?" The Taoist Pingbo said, "I don't believe that I can't get out." Huang Jingxuan sighed and said, "The devil's confusion all arise from your heart. At this time, you are still killing in your heart, how can you get out?" The Taoist Pingbo sneered, "I can't stand these false compassions of you. You even ignore these strange things and tell them what kind of compassion is. According to me, it's better to join forces and kill them, and there will be a time to go out."

Huang Jingxuan was about to speak, but Zhao Haoyang had already said, "What is a monster? Did they cause trouble and harm people?" The Taoist Pingbo sneered, "Snake is not a snake, and a rat is not a rat, what is a monster?" Zhao Haoyang sneered, "Brother Pingbo's view of monsters is really eye-opening!" The Taoist Pingbo also sneered, "Then what you mean, isn't this a monster?" Zhao Haoyang said, "That's natural. The stick is not a monster, in ancient books. It has been recorded that many years ago, this thing appeared in the mountains and forests from time to time, but few people were seen, and most of them were seen by farmers and hunters. Farmers and hunters have never read many times, perhaps because of a false story, or a slight mist, so they called the stick. The book remembers clearly that it is like this. It does not swallow clouds and mists, nor does it harm the world. It hides here, but it is afraid that it has not been out of the valley for thousands of years, so no one can recognize it. Why is it weird? At most it can be considered an ancient alien."

Taoist Pingbo sneered, "Don't swallow clouds and spit mist? How to trap us here? Isn't this monster gathered together? " Zhao Haoyang sneered, "If Brother Tao has been practicing for eight hundred years, it will be more than just swallow clouds and spit mist, but even the yin and yang are reversed. But just a little effort, I killed dozens of people, and the smell of blood fell into the soil. Isn't it attracting them? Everyone in the museum is in charge, and everyone in the temple is in charge. The valley stretches for a hundred miles, so why are there no supernatural beings? Wherever the supernatural beings go, they are under its jurisdiction. If you kill these many sticks, will the supernatural beings be used to seek justice? " Taoist Pingbo He snatched the white face and turned black, gritted his teeth, and then said for a moment: "I have only killed dozens of them, and there are thousands of them. What's this?! If you don't have the courage, don't go out again!" Zhao Haoyang said coldly: "Of course I don't have the courage. The Lingshan Sect has always been cautious. However, the disciples under the Taoist sect are very courageous and are swaying everywhere. Around Brother Pingbo's Wanxu Temple, within a radius of a hundred miles, the disciples were a little angry and had to mobilize troops to ask for it. According to Brother Dao, he shouldn't have been so scrupulous in everything before. A little angry is not as good as dozens of lives!"

Taoist Pingbo is the most indulging in his disciples to do whatever he wants. Everyone among his fellow disciples knows that he has protected his shortcomings and is very proud of his face. At this time, he was scolded by Zhao Haoyang like this, and he was not able to hold back. He sneered and was about to fight back, Huang Jingxuan said, "Junior brother, when is it now? Why do some people say this?" Zhao Haoyang stopped and looked into the distance. Huang Jingxuan said to Taoist Pingbo again: "Fellow Taoist Pingbo, my junior brother is ignorant, I am a senior brother to compensate you. Let's discuss how to go out, how? At this time, it will be useless to say anything else." Taoist Pingbo hummed and stared at Zhao Haoyang fiercely. Zhao Haoyang glanced at him coldly, which made him even more angry. Since then, he hated Zhao Haoyang deeply.

Huang Jingxuan said: "Fellow Taoist said he would kill him, but he didn't have the courage to kill him. He couldn't kill him blindly. He couldn't tell the direction in the insect mirage, and how long can our spiritual power be killed? Now there is no food, and the spiritual power has been spent for a few days. If it is exhausted, we still can't get out." He hit the nail on the word, Pingbo Taoist suffered a great loss in the insect mirage. He flew into the insect mirage, and did not tell the difference between the north and the south, and even the hammer on the ground was bounced.

He bit people, flew high, consumed his spiritual power too quickly, and it was difficult to last. He flew low, and the hammer kept making things difficult for him, making everyone tired of dealing with it. He didn't believe that this "little insect mirage" could trap him, but at this moment he knew that this little insect mirage was really powerful. Therefore, although he hated Zhao Haoyang deeply, he no longer confronted him. Instead, he said to Huang Jingxuan: "Fellow Taoist Jingxuan, according to you, how should we go out?"
Chapter completed!