"A person who doesn't peek, can't peek."

The skinny old man remembered what his master said to him back then.

Can't peek...

He thought of Mr. Zhuang again and the fog.

The layer of fog laid by Mr. Zhuang may not only be keeping secrets, but also protecting all those who rashly peek at the cause and effect of the young man.

Because there is great danger in that cause and effect.

But he couldn't understand why the young formation master, who was in his teens, was so deeply involved in such a cruel cause and effect?

What exactly happened?

The skinny old man frowned and thought hard.

"Forget it, forgot, ignorance is a blessing... Such a dangerous thing, knowing is not a good thing..."

The skinny old man sighed with lingering fear.

Everything about ink paintings gradually became blurred in his heart.

He only remembered that under the blood and in the tide of corpse, there was a small figure that remained motionless.

Young Master Yun can't remember it clearly.

He remembered the Lingshu Formation and remembered that he had made friends with a small formation master.

But he was hazy and could not remember who this person was.

There is only a clear smiling face, left in my memory...

...

On the other side, the Taoist soldiers commander Yang Jishan was attending the Dao Court.

He wanted to show his merits for ink painting.

This battle of corpse mines suppressed the corpse tide, subdued the corpse king, killed Lu Chengyun, calmed the corpse troubles, and improved the livelihood of monks in Nanyue City. This young man Mo Hua made great contributions.

But as I wrote, everything suddenly blurred.

Yang Jishan wanted to write the word "ink painting", but as soon as he finished writing, he was stunned.

The two words "Ink Painting" are blocked by the fog.

He could not remember what his little gentleman was named?

"What's going on?"

Yang Jishan was shocked.

Why did I forget his name?

Soon, he discovered that not only the name, but even the appearance and voice of this young man gradually became unreal.

There is also the matter of corpse mines, which are intermittent.

What happened in the corpse mine and on the grave mountain?

Yang Jishan frowned.

He only remembers two images in his mind:

One is covered with blood in the sky, the corpse king roars to the sky, and the corpses worship.

The other picture is in the raging flames, and the corpse king is unwilling to roar and turns into ashes.

What exactly happened here?

Yang Jishan forgot everything.

How did such a powerful and fierce corpse king be executed and how did it turn into ashes?

Yang Jishan couldn't remember it any longer.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, I only vaguely remembered that there was a small figure that changed the color of the heaven and earth and made all corpses surrender...

"Who is this little monk?"

Yang Jishan frowned and murmured.

...

Things have settled.

All causes and effects gradually enveloped in the fog.

The monks from all walks of life in Nanyue City gradually dispersed.

But half a month later, another group of uninvited guests came.

These are four strange monks.

A young man with a very beautiful appearance, but his face was pale, as if he was covered with a picture, carefully crafted and flawless dead skin.

An old man carrying a sword box with a blank expression and only white eyes.

A big man, with a burly figure, but his fingers are sharp and bloodshot in his eyes.

There is also an old woman with a stale and treacherous body.

They stood on a deserted mountain, looking at Nanyue City and the surrounding mines from afar.

The old man carrying the sword box said hoarsely:

"What a big deal, what a pity!"

The pale boy sneered, "It's just a one-rate evil person who hasn't been raised yet..."

The man smiled grimly, revealing two fangs, and his face was like a wolve. "Your father had wanted to raise it for a long time, but he had not raised a single one for most of his life."

The pale boy said arrogantly:

"Or I would raise a third or fourth rank or above, a real big monster, a big corpse, a big evil, a one or two rank, a Taoist evil, and a no-one or two. It would be meaningless to raise it."

The old man in the sword box had a hoarse and indifferent voice, like the slowly flowing wind and sand:

"You say that, you don't understand at all. What is a Taoist evil... a Taoist evil is an abnormal number and cannot be measured by grade."

The pale boy sneered, obviously disdainful.

The wolf-toothed man looked around again, sniffed the fishy smell in the wind, and sighed:

"What a pity, I'm late, otherwise I'd be able to have a full meal."

He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, with barbs on his tongue.

The old man from the sword box also nodded, "Yes, it's a pity that this evil deed has died, otherwise the entire state world would become a breeding ground for the devil's way."

"Whose work is it?" asked the wolf-toothed man.

"Who else?" asked the old man from Jianzi.

A trace of fear flashed in the wolf-toothed man's eyes.

Obviously, even they didn't want to mention the name of the Taoist.

The pale boy sneered, "I don't know who it is, it ruined the good thing of the foolish Taoist..."

A hint of contempt appeared on his pale face.

The old man from the sword box said in a deep voice:

"You'd better be more respectful. Don't think that with your father's support, the Taoist would not dare to do anything to you."

The pale boy's eyes narrowed, "My father's cultivation is higher than his."

The old man from Jian Box shook his head, "You still don't understand what the name 'Taoist' means..."

The pale boy was still a little disdainful.

The old man in the sword box had all his eyes with white eyes, and looked at the boy coldly, and said in a cold voice:

"That Taoist wants to kill you, your father can't save you."

"It doesn't matter whether you die or not, but don't pull us on the back, otherwise we won't let you go..."

The pale boy was angry, but did not refute.

His teeth bit his lips, but it seemed that he had just bitten a layer of skin, and no drop of blood flowed out.

None of the other three people present cared about him.

The wolf-toothed man was like a wild beast, and smelled the breath of the mountains again, his eyes slightly deeper, and he spoke:

"Many zombies and many monks have a strong aura of Taoist evil. They are about to be cultivated, but something happened..."

"That guy took action."

The old man from the sword box nodded, "No one except that person can ruin the Taoist's layout."

The wolf-toothed man frowned:
To be continued...