mortal mortal cultivator

Chapter 337

Lu Yunze and Han Li couldn't help but look at each other, and then looked at this person with horror in their eyes.

This monk seems to be only in his twenties, with an ordinary appearance, but his eyes are clear, his temperament is gentle, and there is no trace of spiritual power exposed from his body. With the spiritual sense of Lu Yunze and Han Li, after sweeping over him several times, they can't help but look at him. It can't be said that this person has the slightest cultivation base.

And just now, until the monk spoke, the two of them didn't even notice his existence.

With the consciousness of the two of them, this is almost impossible.

"I don't know what the master's name is? When did you come here?" Lu Yunze's tone couldn't help being more polite.

The person in front of him was the monk who sat on the jade pillar beside him when he was in the hall.

At that time, it was the same as now, Lu Yunze didn't even notice the existence of this person.It's just that Lu Yunze's mana and consciousness were suppressed in the hall at that time, so he didn't think it was too strange.

But when we got to this place, Lu Yunze's spiritual sense and mana were all there, but he still couldn't find his existence, which was a bit scary.

In this case, if it wasn't that the cultivation bases of the two people's spiritual consciousness were too far apart, it would be that the monk possessed a special secret technique that could shield other people's perceptions.

Lu Yunze thought about it, and felt that the latter possibility was more likely.After all, his current spiritual consciousness is even a bit stronger than ordinary monks in the early stage of Nascent Soul, and Han Li is slightly weaker than him, but it is far better than ordinary monks in the late stage of alchemy.

Under such circumstances, unless the monk had the consciousness equivalent to that of a late Nascent Soul cultivator, Lu Yunze and Han Li would definitely not be able to detect even a trace of breath.

What's more, Buddhist secret arts are notoriously evil, and Lu Yunze would not find it strange that there is such a secret art that can completely shield a person's breath.

But this is just Lu Yunze's conjecture, everything is just in case.Besides, even if this monk only possesses some kind of secret technique, then this person must not be underestimated.

"Little monk Jing Nian, I have met some benefactors." The monk smiled lightly, folded his hands together, and bowed slightly to them.

A pair of clear eyes turned slightly on Lu Yunze's body, and suddenly there was a little more smile.

"The little monk just lost his mind outside, and fell behind without paying attention. Fortunately, he came in before the teleportation array disappeared, and he just came here now."

Lu Yunze blinked his eyes in a daze. For some reason, he always felt that this monk looked familiar, but he just couldn't think of where he had seen him.

Logically speaking, he shouldn't forget such a unique person.

"Benefactor!" Lu Yunze was still deep in thought, but was awakened by Jing Nian's suddenly amplified voice.

Jing Nian stopped the man in black robe who was about to walk through the ghost mist alone, put his hands together with a smile, and said to him: "Almsgiver, your crying soul is still too young to be called a real crying soul. Ordinary evil spirits and ghosts are more than enough, but if you really encounter a powerful ghost, I am afraid it will not be able to help the benefactor."

The man in black turned his head suddenly, a pair of eyes hidden in the darkness fixedly stared at Jing Nian, with inexplicable hostility and defense.

And Jing Nian just smiled gently, and said calmly: "Benefactor, the ghost fog is dangerous. In recent years, as more and more monks died in the ghost fog, all kinds of powerful ghosts and ghosts are also emerging in endlessly. It may be very difficult to pass this level with the benefactor's crying soul alone. Why don't you go with us?"

"Benefactor Lu, I wonder if you would like to take this little monk along with this benefactor?" Jing Nian turned her head again and asked Lu Yunze with a smile.

"I don't care..." Lu Yunze stroked his chin, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked up and down Jing Nian suspiciously.

What's the matter with this person's stinky and shameless look that looks more familiar? !
After hearing Lu Yunze's words, Jing Nian smiled even more happily, and said softly to the black-robed man: "Benefactor, with Lu benefactor here, it must be very easy to pass this test. If the benefactor still wants to continue to enter the inner hall, then It is also a good thing to make several comrades."

Hearing this, the man in black gave Jing Nian a vigilant look, then bowed his head slightly and bowed his hands to Lu Yunze.

"Then thank you fellow daoist Lu." The man in black said hoarsely.

Obviously, the black-robed man also felt that it should be an easy task to confront Lu Yunze, the extremely yin patriarch, to pass the level of ghost fog, even with a few oil bottles.

Lu Yunze waved his hand casually and didn't say anything. To him, helping others is nothing at all.

Compared with that, Jing Nian, a mysterious guy, can arouse Lu Yunze's interest even more.

Several people introduced each other without wasting much time. Lu Yunze led the way, followed by Han Li, and walked towards the inside of Ghost Mist.

As soon as the living creature-like gray-white ghost mist saw a stranger approaching, it surged up out of nowhere, as if countless ghost hands stretched out from it, and grabbed them.

If a mortal is here, if he is swept up by this ghostly mist, he will naturally be helplessly sucked dry of his body's essence and blood, even his soul will be absorbed by this ghostly mist and become a part of this dead land.

However, a few of them are all accomplished in cultivation. Lu Yunze's side is flickering with strange-colored script, Han Li's body is flashing with lightning, and a thin layer of blue magic fire is ignited on the body of the man in black robe. flashing.

Wang Yueying was surrounded by ghostly images of the Zhenling Monument, and golden seal scripts protected the mother and daughter.

The golden seal script is somewhat similar to the seal script of different colors around Lu Yunze's body, they seem to come from the same source.

Everyone in the room is a person with sharp eyes and ears, so they can see it clearly, but no one said anything, only the smile on Ling Yuling's face became brighter, and a faint spiritual fire ignited around him, burning all the ghost fog that dared to approach him. net.

The seven people broke into the ghost fog in such a mighty way.

At this moment, Lu Yunze heard Han Li's voice transmission.

"Lu Yunze, the situation is wrong. I suspect that my memory may have been tampered with."

Lu Yunze's footsteps paused imperceptibly, and then he continued walking as if nothing had happened.

"There is no need to doubt, you have indeed been tampered with."

"What!" Han Li widened his eyes in horror, but immediately returned to his original indifferent expression.

Fortunately, he was at the end of the line, but no one noticed his abnormality.

"You know about this! What the hell happened?!"

Han Li's voice was extremely anxious, Lu Yunze dug his ears helplessly, and his lips moved slightly to transmit the sound.

"It's a bit complicated to explain in detail. First, tell me how you noticed something was wrong?"

Han Li gritted his teeth, and said with complicated eyes: "In my memory, I went to a deserted island and helped others unlock several layers of formations. This is no problem at all, but the method I used was based on Blast."

When Lu Yunze heard this, his eyes lit up, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

(End of this chapter)