fairy jade dust

Lin Mu left the lake of fog, looking around in a daze. 【 】

The Heavenly Firmament Realm is vast and vast, with numerous sects and countless markets.

Although he now knows that he is in the lake of fog, he doesn't know what is around the lake of fog, what sects there are, and whether there is a market nearby.

Here, he is a complete novice.

Lin Mu sighed secretly, randomly chose a direction and flew forward.

The only way out now is to see how lucky you are.

If you can meet other practitioners on the road, maybe you can ask them.

Lin Mu's figure flew across the sky like a rainbow, and disappeared in a flash.

After a while, Lin Mu's face became more and more suspicious.

He flew three hundred miles in a row, let alone a cultivator, even a mortal did not meet a single one.

Within these three hundred miles, there is no human habitation, and it is completely desolate.

In many places, there are endless gravels, no grass, and barren land.

Lin Mu was surprised for a while, suppressed his doubts, and continued to fly forward.

After flying for another three hundred miles, less than half of the spiritual energy in his body was exhausted, and he still saw a desolate place.

Lin Mu couldn't hold back in his heart, and various thoughts flashed through his mind.

Is my luck too bad, or is this place too remote?

There is no one inhabited in a radius of six hundred miles, which is really unreasonable.

With doubts, Lin Mu flew forward again.

He believed that if he flew down this straight line, he would definitely be able to meet other people.

It's just a matter of time.

After another three hundred miles of continuous flight, the scene in front of him finally changed.

There is a vast expanse of whiteness ahead, filled with thick fog, and everything is hidden in the fog, making it hard to see clearly.

It's white mist again!

Lin Mu's doubts were even worse, he suddenly activated his spiritual power, and with a flash of light from his cloud treading boots, he quickly flew towards the white mist.

Standing like lightning, he plunged into the mist.

This is a forest, the size of which is unknown, but the deeper you go, the thicker the white mist becomes.

At the beginning, I could see things ten feet in front clearly, but after flying five miles in, I could only see things three feet in front of me clearly.

This white mist is ten times thicker than the lake of mist!

This is where?Lin Mu was surprised for a while.

Suddenly!

The white mist ahead surged and changed violently.

There were bursts of shouts, and occasionally a flash of sword light flashed, and it disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Don't let it get away, grab it!"

"You copy up from the left!"

There were bursts of shouts and sword qi, getting closer and closer to where Lin Mu was.

someone!

Lin Mu was overjoyed and then surprised.

Someone is fighting!

Lin Mu hesitated for a while, he didn't know whether to avoid it temporarily, or take the initiative to meet him.He doesn't know the opponent's strength.But seeing the sword light flickering, with unmatched killing intent, it is not difficult to guess that the opponent's strength is not inferior to him.Moreover, there is more than one person!

When Lin Mu was hesitating, the white mist surged violently in front of him, and a green bull suddenly ran out of the mist.

Qingniu was covered in sweat, and the corners of his mouth kept spraying hot air. There was a wound on his back where the bone was deep and blood was flowing horizontally.

The sound of shouting and killing was getting closer and closer, and the shouting continued.

These people must be chasing and killing this green bull!Lin Mu's heart suddenly dawned.

He hurriedly looked at Qingniu.

Qingniu was running with his head buried in his head, panicked and desperate.

But when it raised its head suddenly, it saw Lin Mu flying in mid-air.

Chi!

Its four hooves stopped suddenly, abruptly stopped in place, and suddenly stood still.

The white mist surged, and there were bursts of killing sounds.

Lin Mu and Qingniu looked at each other, and suddenly felt an inexplicable pain in their hearts.

This green bull is crying!

It stood quietly on the spot, looking at Lin Mu, two lines of tears slowly flowed down the corners of its eyes, and the two dry marks on the cow's face became moist again.

It fixedly looked at Lin Mu, its eyes full of begging.

Cows cry too?

Lin Mu was very surprised, he found that he could read the eyes of this green bull.

He was very sure that the expression in the eyes of Qingniu was definitely begging.

And longing!

He also had such a desire.

The sound of killing was closer, and the situation was extremely critical, and Lin Mu couldn't afford to think about it.

Lin Mu gritted his teeth and made a decision that surprised him.

With a move of his consciousness, he immediately took the green bull into the Xuanyue space.

The green bull disappeared suddenly, leaving only a pool of blood on the ground.

A flash of sword light flew towards Lin Mu's clothes and passed by.

Lin Mu was startled immediately, just to be on the safe side, he thought about it, and also disappeared from the spot.

Several figures flew out of the fog, sword lights flickered, and several towering ancient trees split into two and fell to both sides.

"Hey, where's the cow?" A person asked in surprise.

Three figures flew out from behind, and stopped at the place where Qingniu had just disappeared.

"There's a pool of blood here!" A man with sharp eyes said to the other three.

"It shouldn't run far. It has been seriously injured and is bleeding profusely. The pool of blood is very thick. It must have stayed here for a short time just now." One person saw the clue, and his guess was almost the same as the truth.

"Then let's chase it quickly and look around, it won't be far away." Another person said.

The figures of the four quickly disappeared.

The white mist surged, tumbling for a moment, and then returned to tranquility.

There was only a pool of black blood left in place, and nothing else remained.

In the moon space.

Qingniu stood quietly in front of the hut, looking at Lin Mu with gratitude in his eyes.

What a spiritual green cow!

Lin Mu looked at Qingniu with a smile, his eyes were full of kindness.

One person and one cow stood in place, seemingly communicating silently.

Snapped!

Another large drop of blood fell on the ground, and the blood spread like a flower blooming.

Lin Mu woke up suddenly, looking at Qingniu's wound, his eyes flickered.

This is a sword wound, cut from the back of the green bull, half a foot deep, with blood and flesh rolling inside, white bones exposed.

What a serious injury!

Lin Mu quickly found some first-grade spiritual herbs from the hut, took out a bowl, crushed them, and applied the broken spirit herbs to the wound of the green cow, then tore off a long sleeve to cover the wound.

Although these kinds of spirit herbs are first-class, they have miraculous effects in stopping bleeding.

The blood from Qingniu's wound was stopped and no longer flowed out.

During Lin Mu's bandaging process, Qingniu remained motionless and stood quietly on the spot.

Inexplicably saving the green bull, Lin Mu himself was surprised for a while.

But he is still confused now, what happened?

He quickly glanced at Qingniu, and said softly: "You can rest here to recuperate, they can't find this place, I'll go out and see the situation."

Regardless of whether Qingniu understood or not, he suddenly disappeared from the spot with a move of consciousness.

Appearing in the white mist, Lin Mu listened intently, but couldn't hear anything.

There was silence all around, and the white mist was calm.

The previous four never appeared again, and they did not know where they were chasing.

Since this place is already inhabited, there must be more than the four of them.

With a thought, Lin Mu took out his cloud treading boots and flew forward.

After flying less than two miles, he stopped suddenly.

A chatter came from ahead.

Even though it was more than ten zhang away, he still detected it ahead of time due to his keen spiritual sense.

"Feng Hou, how's the harvest?" A rough voice came, filled with pride.

"Don't mention it. In half a month, I didn't get a single monster. I met a third-level green-eyed leopard halfway and almost died. My flying sword was also destroyed by that leopard. I'm really depressed." Feng Hou sighed. .

The rough voice said with a smile: "It's good for people to live. In this misty forest, monsters are rampant. Either people kill monsters, or monsters eat people. This is a common thing. You should be happy that you can survive."

Feng Hou sighed: "It's a pity for my middle-grade flying sword. I killed monsters for half a year before I got enough spirit stones to buy that flying sword. I thought that my strength would increase and I would get a good harvest, but I didn't expect that when I just entered the forest It's really unlucky to meet that green-eyed leopard in less than seven days." He was still brooding over the destruction of his flying sword.

When Lin Mu heard this, he suddenly realized.

Misty forest!

It turns out that this is the Misty Forest!

He had also heard of the Misty Forest before, and knew a little about the Misty Forest.

At the beginning, Mu Qing and Zhang Ruoxu came to this misty forest to hunt monsters, and before leaving, Zhang Ruoxu was even more prepared to kill and seize treasures, and shot himself.

Lin Mu never forgot these things.

He didn't expect that he would walk into the misty forest by mistake.

What's even more incredible is that he also rescued a green bull.

Since there are people here, why don't I go up and ask?

Lin Mu made up his mind, walked out of the fog, and said with a smile, "It's just a middle-grade flying sword, why worry about it so much."

Who?

The two people who were talking were shocked.

Both of them were cultivators in the foundation building period, and they didn't find anyone around.

This is a foggy forest, where there is danger every step of the way, murderous intentions are everywhere, and killing people to seize treasures is commonplace.

A little carelessness, either killed the belly of the monster, or died under the sword of others.

The two were fully alert and hurriedly looked into the fog.

The white mist surged, and Lin Mu walked out of the mist and came to the two of them.

When the two saw Lin Mu, they saw at a glance that Lin Mu was just like them, and his cultivation base was also in the early stage of foundation establishment. Both of them felt relieved, but they did not let go of their guard.

The rough man, with a blunt heart, asked: "Dare to ask who you are, the two of us are talking here, why do you want to eavesdrop?"

Lin Mu had a smile on his face: "I'm going down to Lin Mu. I passed by from now on, and I overheard the conversation between the two of you. I hope you will forgive me for the offense. Dare I ask the two of you, Gao's name?"

Seeing Lin Mu's humility and politeness, the two secretly breathed a sigh of relief. This person can appear beside them without anyone noticing, and his cultivation is definitely not weak.

At least stronger than the two of them!

Feng Hou replied: "I'm Feng Hou, this is my friend Ma Hong, what's the matter with you?"

Lin Mu said with a smile: "I'm here for the first time, and I don't understand many things. I want to ask the two of you for advice. Is it convenient?"

Feng Hou and Ma Hong looked at each other, both of them were puzzled.

If this person really doesn't know much about this place, why would he dare to rush into this foggy forest rashly.

Lin Mu saw that the faces of both of them were suspicious, and he was afraid that he didn't believe what he said.

He hurriedly said: "This is really my first time here, please believe me. I have a Biyun sword here, which is a mid-grade flying sword. If you can tell me the details, I will give you this flying sword." " He was afraid that Feng Hou would not believe it, so he stuffed the Biyun sword into Feng Hou's hand.

Feng Hou took Feijian and froze in place.

Biyun sword?Mid-grade flying sword?Give it to me?

He pinched his thigh fiercely, and a burst of pain came, only to realize that he was not dreaming.

But he still couldn't believe that this mid-grade Biyun sword could be his own just by answering a few questions.

This is a mid-grade flying sword, and at worst it costs 500 yuan for a low-grade spirit stone. He worked hard for half a year to buy one.

This person didn't care about giving it to himself, as if he didn't care.

Could it be that there is a fake? !