Those years of farming in the mountains

Chapter 321 Marching (single)

A unique domain, floating in the void, caressed by the sun like a warm sun, surrounded by black fog that makes it difficult to move in all directions, ups and downs.

Yuanshen took a step forward, tentatively trying to make contact with it.

The silver light transformed by the spirit blended into it, accompanied by ups and downs, and there was no hindrance.

As soon as the thought moved, the movement became louder, and the whole arm was pressed against the misty light, and he fell into it easily. This made him more sure of the guess in his heart, and he didn't hesitate to steer his body across the faint light.

The figure disappeared outside, only a round of gold and silver wrapped in the sky, like a bright moon blooming under the dark night.

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The nameless mountains are called the blessed land by the world.

The talisman engraved with the two magic circles of the Xuanyang Space Sense Formation and the Fengshu Secret Mountain Formation is trying to release at this moment, and the other small magic circles for auxiliary purposes are also shining brilliantly.Countless spiritual texts invisible to the naked eye flew, entangled in the forest, under the rocks, and in the breeze, the sky and the earth were covered, and the white mist was hazy, distorting everything that those who entered the battle saw, heard, and felt.

Only in the area around the entrance to the mountain, an area was broken open, the mana of the talisman was exhausted, and the only remaining aura was only enough to cover his own location, and it was difficult to maintain the operation of the formation.

And as more and more people poured into the forest, every movement of a strong or sensitive figure would consume a certain amount of mana.

The storage is gradually bottoming out, and several local formations nearby have begun to go out, affecting the rest of the formations, causing the entire large formation to become unstable.

In the misty and dreamy mountains, fights are erupting one after another, life and death are parting, there is endless shouting and shouting.

"Glae Slash!"

"Pfft, brother Zhao... you?!"

"Hahaha! Who dares to kill me?"

"Junior Sister... Ah! The thief will die!"

"Yun'er run away! Take this precious medicine to Wangzhong City to find your uncle, he—"

In a part of the forest, a group of warriors from Shiya County with motley costumes and different identities shuttled around non-stop. The fog on both sides was much thicker than the surrounding area, and it was not like the beginning, with enemies rushing out from time to time.

The mist is thick and strange, and there are not many people who can run wildly here.

They once witnessed a hunter carrying a tool on his back and constantly carving marks. He looked extremely vigilant, but he was always circling around the tree stump.

A few more people fell to the ground and wailed, dancing and dancing, facing the empty mountain bushes with fear on their faces.

The other party opened his mouth wide and wailed, tears streaming down his face, and everyone couldn't hear the slightest sound...it was so weird.

A group of 11 people walked by in silence, avoiding far away.

"Brother, they... can't see me?"

Jiang Qin'an had never entered the formation before, so although he was not afraid of what he saw, he couldn't help but chant the Qingjing Heart Sutra several times.

He pulled the young man in front of him who was walking non-stop. He was obviously not as old as him next year, but Taoist Jiang's tone was very respectful.

The green-robed Taoist didn't wear his hair in a bun, and a white scarf casually wrapped his long hair behind his head, with a chic posture.Song Haiping turned his head to look at the mature junior brother behind him.

Haiyunguan Taoist, who used to be high-spirited, now has gloomy eyes and sadness under his face. He looks completely different, more like an age who is not confused or even knows his destiny.

Sighing, knowing Jiang Qinan's personality, he wanted to say something, but finally stopped.

It's not that I haven't persuaded him, what the master has failed to do for more than ten years can't be explained clearly in one or two sentences.

After thinking about it, he concentrated his attention in front of him, moved his eyes between the forest shadows, and said: "It should be the effect of the white mist here. The disciples reported that the mist was not so strange when it was scattered outside the mountain."

"It is estimated that it is only restricted in the mountains. There must be something really working here, maybe in the depths, maybe covered by fog, maybe... just under the feet."

Hearing this, Daoist Jiang said with emotion that such methods as deflecting the five senses have never been heard of in Jianghu, especially covering such a large area and so many people at the same time.

"It is for this reason that if you get involved in it, you must be cautious even if your master's Tao protection skills are second-rate."

However, at this point, the two looked at each other, but they both looked at the front of the team. A group of more than ten people were all good at martial arts, and the last one, Jiang Qin'an, was also in front of him.

But when walking, he is always cautious, lest he take half a step wrong and end up looking like a madman like the person he saw.

However, the old Taoist at the front is striding forward, moving freely and freely.

Yu Qimeng, who has no ability to peek into the heart, naturally has no way of knowing the admiration of the younger generation, but he himself is also surprised at the moment, the mist blowing in front of him seems to have a spirit, showing a faint intimacy, he steps forward, and every time he meets Some strange places will tremble in the brain, inexplicably as if sensing the call spreading everywhere——

Walking in a wrong step, the strange and incomprehensible white mist seemed to be nothing in front of him, avoiding many places where the talisman magic circle was hidden, and this made more than ten people walk all the way without falling behind.

Why?Yu Qimeng was also thinking about it, a lot of light flashed across his clear eyes, and the energy and blood that stayed firmly at the first-class level in his gestures and gestures not only no longer lost, but were vigorous and vigorous.

In fact, there is not much difference between the first-rate and the second-rate in terms of body and blood, and more emphasis is placed on fighting and experience. Among the people present, he is the one with the most experience in martial arts.

Even though the rest of the elders of the same generation in Shiya County are still no better than him in this aspect.

At this moment, Yu Qimeng led the team, silently counting the passing points in his mind, and felt that there was a little difference, but he didn't have enough time, so he didn't stop to take a closer look.

A few moments later, the few people encountered very few opponents along the way, and most of them who could rush to this area were either exploring cautiously, or were trapped in the psychedelic fog.

And Shi Ya and the others not only walked safely and steadily to the extremely deep position, but also luckily discovered three places where the elixir took root.

At this time, after picking, he was wrapped up and was hugged tightly by the head of the faction, and the rest were guarding the left and right.

Yu Qimeng didn't care about these things, as Guangyong's first view of Zhengyuan Temple, naturally there would be no elixir, but unfortunately these precious medicines that ordinary people see as miraculous are slightly inferior in his eyes.

He turned around and glanced at the others. Even though he had already obtained a lot of elixir, it was still very precious at this moment, with a lot of joy on his face, and he valued the elixir.

His gaze rested on the Daoists in the crowd for a moment, and Yu Qimeng thought of something, shook his head slightly and sighed, with a complicated tone:

"The four dharmas and the four veins have always been different. Taiping is precious for life, true one and only me, pure and pure, and dry yang enters the world. However, since we practice the Tao, we should understand our own minds. Let me ask the previous question, what do you want?
Longevity?Govern the country and the people?Unrestrained?

Or come for knowledge.I don't understand the changes of yin and yang in the heaven and earth, I don't understand the cycle of spring and autumn in the four seasons, I don't know the mysteries of life and death..."

At the end of the words, the warriors present scratched their heads and couldn't make sense of it, but the faces of the several Taoists all blushed, even the masters of Jiang Qin'an and others tensed their palms and fingers at this moment, and moved quietly with lowered eyebrows. A little farther away from the person holding the precious medicine.

Cough!

"Old Daoist Yu, let's talk about something strange in front of you, why did you stop? Is there something wrong in front of you?"

There was old man Su who opened his mouth to change the subject, Yu Qimeng didn't want to say anything more, after all he only thought about the local love and being a fellow Taoist cultivator, so too much talk is over.

And he also knows that everyone has desires, and in this blessed land, it is inevitable to make some publicity.

Thoughts moved slightly, if Pindao didn't have that kind of encounter, maybe he would be like them, or even worse...

(End of this chapter)