Immortal Master Invincible

Chapter 112
Standing quietly in the dense fog, Fang Xiaonan looked around, his face that was originally smiling gradually became serious.

Because as the fog got thicker, he not only couldn't feel the trail, he couldn't even feel the existence of anything around him, as if he was standing in the boundless chaos, and everything else was empty.

With this slightly startled mood, Fang Xiaonan closed his eyes slightly, and extended his perception towards the surroundings.

It's just that just now, he was surprised to find that the thick fog seemed to have cut off any prying eyes, and even his own perception, which was far beyond ordinary people, was unable to judge any existence beyond the line of sight.

"Damn!"

Fang Xiaonan frowned slightly, looked around, and then recalled the direction he was standing in. After taking a light breath, he walked back; if he remembered correctly, he should have come in this direction.

But just after taking two steps, I felt something was wrong, it didn't seem quite like it, after a little hesitation, Fang Xiaonan turned around at the moment, and then went in another direction.

But after walking a few steps, Fang Xiaonan's face darkened instantly, because he found that this route didn't seem right either.

Standing here, Fang Xiaonan no longer dared to move easily, but took a deep breath, calmed down and began to judge where he had just walked.

At this moment, he already knew that he should have fallen into a terrible maze.

This maze may be natural or man-made, but there is no doubt that this maze is extremely powerful; it can even directly deceive people's perception and interfere with people's thinking.

Otherwise, it would be absolutely impossible for him to fall into this directionless and purposeless situation.

In his memory, Mr. Huang has encountered countless mazes over the past thousand years; but those that can achieve this effect are quite rare.

And when Mr. Huang fell into this kind of maze, he was already close to or at the peak of his own strength, so he could break through the maze safely with his strong strength, or get out of trouble smoothly.

At this time, Fang Xiaonan knew that the maze he had fallen into should still be in the fringe area; as long as he didn't go any further, he might still find a way out.

But once it goes deeper, it may be quite difficult to leave safely.

Fang Xiaonan just stood quietly in this mist, tried his best to keep his mind stable, avoid being disturbed by the outside, and restore the path he had just walked.

It's just that he stood here, and I don't know how much time passed, but he still didn't open his eyes.

After a long time, when Fang Xiaonan's eyes opened, there was only a deep sense of fatigue and bitterness in his eyes.

Because, there is no way for him to correctly and confidently judge the few steps that he has just taken; all thoughts and memories seem to be possible, should, and perhaps exist in this way.

Now Fang Xiaonan began to understand why so many people could not see through the secret of the Tianling Mountain mist; with his current strength and ability, there was nothing he could do, let alone others.

Moreover, when the power of the mist first appeared, there was nothing unusual about it. Even if it was completely shrouded in the mist, if you didn't use your divine sense and perception to investigate, you wouldn't be able to detect any abnormalities in the mist. The fog was really thick.

Even with Mr. Huang's power, he came to the mountainside so close to the mist, but he didn't find any abnormality. It can be seen how powerful and strange this fog formation is?

Looking at the thick milky white mist around him, Fang Xiaonan's face was filled with bitterness, he could faintly see a seemingly invisible path under his feet, but he couldn't even tell if it was the one he just came to ; It is even impossible to judge which side is the direction to go down the mountain.

After taking a long breath, Fang Xiaonan finally sat down cross-legged helplessly.

The fingers of both hands intersected, forming a fearless seal, calmed down again, and silently perceived and explored.

At this time, if he made a wrong step, there might be no way back, so he had to be cautious.

After pinching out the Fearless Seal, imitating Xiao Nan's mouth and silently reciting a section of Qingxin Sutra, the innate energy in the body also slowly circulated.

Gradually, the mind became a little clearer, and the surging innate energy in the body seemed to be a little smoother in this mist than in other places, which made Fang Xiaonan a little surprised.

But at this time, he didn't care about joy anymore, but tried his best to make his head clearer, trying to judge the direction.

But it still seems to be useless, I don't know if a quarter of an hour has passed, or two quarters, or three quarters of an hour, after Fang Xiaonan opened his eyes, there was still helplessness in his eyes.

After sitting here in silence for a while, Fang Xiaonan took a breath, stretched out his hand and pulled out a piece of iron bone grass, and carefully folded the iron bone grass into pieces. After a total of nine knots, this is gently Biting the tip of his tongue, a mouthful of blood was lightly sprayed on the iron bone grass in his hand.

Following the spout of blood, Fang Xiaonan looked around nervously, and indeed, he saw the thick fog that was originally calm, suddenly began to surge, as if there was some terrible existence hidden in the surrounding fog.

"As expected!" Fang Xiaonan felt a little bit bitter in his heart, this kind of maze is extremely powerful, and even possesses extremely strong suppression power.

Ordinary methods will not arouse the reaction of this labyrinth, but once the use of spiritual power intends to find the way back through magic, the labyrinth will be stimulated and start to react and suppress.

This is also the reason why Fang Xiaonan has not used other means.

However, at this time, all kinds of methods have been tried, and since there is no other solution, this is the only way.

Since he has a consonance, Fang Xiaonan thinks that although his own strength is weak, this maze should not be able to suppress the power of consonance.

Fang Xiaonan took a light breath, and put the blood-stained nine-section grass stem between his hands; at the same time, he made several handprints quickly with his ten fingers, and then sprinkled the grass stem in his hand to the ground with a clear drink .

As the nine-section grass stem fell, the surrounding dense fog surged towards Fang Xiaonan like crazy, as if trying to cover up the grass stem and blow it off.

And at this moment, the consonance on Fang Xiaonan's chest really felt a little hot, and a faint aura began to diffuse towards the surroundings.

As this breath diffused, the mist that had originally swarmed towards Fang Xiaonan and a few grass stalks seemed to have encountered some obstacle, and was born within half a foot of Fang Xiaonan's body, unable to make any further progress.

And the nine grass stalks finally floated to the ground smoothly, forming a messy pattern.

Fang Xiaonan stared at the direction of the nine grass stalks falling to the ground, quickly calculated a little bit, and then turned half of his body suddenly when his eyes lit up, closed his eyes and strode forward.

(End of this chapter)