Mythical Luo, starting with the fox spirit

Not far from Yang Yitan and the other two, Wang Quanba and Li Zizai were embracing face to face, Deng Qiyue and Li Quzhuo were lying intertwined, and the bodies of the others were scattered in various parts of the ruins.

"Everyone's still alive!" Yang Yi sighed, looking up at his companions who were still breathing, his eyes slightly red. As for how they survived, and the familiar feeling he sensed from the black fox, he had some guesses in his heart, but decided to keep them to himself and not delve into them.

Now that person has made a move, it's not entirely unjust that we were punished for gossiping about him behind his back. Besides, I hope this experience will make you more cautious; the outside world is too dangerous. Yang Yi sighed and looked up at the full moon in the eastern sky, seemingly seeing a smiling figure reflected in it.

"Ouch, that hurts!" Deng Qiyue was caught off guard and was flipped over by Li Quzhuo, falling backward to the ground.

"Why are you lying on top of me?" Li Quzhuo opened his eyes and saw Deng Qiyue's big face. He was shocked and angry and kicked him away.

"I don't know either!" Deng Qiyue covered his head with his hands and said aggrievedly, "I was kicked by you as soon as I woke up."

"Fine, I won't hold you responsible this time. It's good that we're still alive." Li Quzhuo felt around his body, but found no injuries, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The noise from Li Quzhuo and Deng Qiyue's fight woke up the other members of the Masked Gang, and Wang Quanba and the others woke up groggily.

After regaining consciousness, Li Zizai and Wang Quanba pushed each other away in unison. Li Zizai sat up and asked in confusion, "Have we all gathered in the underworld? Why don't we see the Yellow Springs Clan?"

"Second Brother, why did you come down here too!" Wang Quan, his eyes brimming with tears, grabbed Yang Yitan's arm and sobbed, "Waaah~ I'm still so young, I don't want to die!"

Wang Quan, drunk and sobbing, threw himself into Yang Yitan's arms, wailing and wiping his tears with Yang Yitan's clothes.

Yang sighed with amusement as he hugged the crying girl in his arms, silently comforting her.

"Waaah~ Why are you still so hot?" Wang Quanzui cried and then realized something was wrong. He looked up at Yang Yitan with teary eyes and asked.

"We're still alive," Yang Yi said, looking at Wang Quanzui, whose makeup was ruined by crying. He couldn't help but chuckle.

"Alive, alive, we're still alive?" Wang Quanzui's mind was in a daze. He repeated it twice before he realized what was happening and asked in surprise and doubt.

"Yes, we're still alive, everyone's doing well." Yang Yi sighed and nodded affirmatively.

Wang Quan, still dazed and confused, turned to look at his companions who had already stood up. Seeing everyone staring at the two of them, he blushed and slumped into Yang Yitan's arms, whispering, "I'm so ashamed!"

After a period of calm, Wang Quanba and the others accepted the fact that they had not gone to the underworld to report.

Looking at the ruins of the original temple, the group felt a profound sense of loss, yet they themselves were unharmed. For a moment, they experienced a dreamlike sensation, as if they had traveled through time, unable to distinguish between reality and a dream.

However, the lingering smoke from the temple ruins and the scattered fragments of magical artifacts told the masked members that at least part of what had happened was real.

"Second brother, what happened after I died?" Wang Quan Baye sensed the lingering Wang Quan sword intent in the corner of the wall and asked with a solemn expression. He felt that as long as he studied for a period of time, he could once again unleash that powerful sword intent.

"I was in a daze at the time, and I only saw a shadow in my confusion," Yang Yitan said thoughtfully, holding Wang Quanzui in his arms.

"That's how it looks." Yang Yi sighed and stretched out his hand, using his magic to draw a purple silhouette.

"Hmm~ beast ears, tail, alluring figure, why does it look so familiar?" Li Quzhuo stroked his chin and described the features of the silhouette one by one.

Everyone stared at the silhouette, even Wang Quanzui cautiously peeked out to observe the image in Yang Yitan's hand.

"What color is it?" Aoki Hime's expression shifted slightly, as if she had thought of the key point, and she hurriedly asked.

"Color? I was in a daze at the time and can't remember clearly. I think it was black?" Yang Yi sighed, frowning as he carefully considered the color of the shadow he had seen, and spoke uncertainly.

"Black, it must be black." Aoki Hime slapped her palm and said through gritted teeth.

After listening to the accounts of Yang Yitan and the other two, Li Zizai seemed to have figured it out, and a look of realization appeared on his face.

"Fairy Miaoyu, do you know what kind of creature that is?" Wang Quanba asked.

"The Black Fox is a fox demon that escaped from the territory of Tushan. It can influence people's minds and manipulate their hearts," Aoki Yuan explained solemnly.

"The Black Fox's abilities are similar to those of creatures outside the circle; most of the Black Foxes that sacrifice themselves do not have a physical form," Li Zizai added.

"You should have seen it too; it's recorded in the jade slips that Second Brother sent to various families," Qingmu Yuan said slowly.

"Outside the circle, that's it, those are the creatures from outside the circle." Wang Quanba Ye thought to himself, recalling the creatures inside the circle that the monsters had mentioned, and realized what was going on.

"It seems the Black Fox has colluded with extraterrestrial creatures. Although we don't know how we managed to escape from them, it's still a good thing. The Masked Organization should be cautious in the near future. Everyone should inform their parents to be vigilant against extraterrestrial invasions." Wang Quanba Ye shared his speculation and reminded the Masked Organization to be careful.

"Yes." The masked member, recalling his previous painful experience, couldn't help but feel apprehensive and replied in a deep voice.

The Masked Organization ended the gathering with heavy hearts, and Yang Ping'an set off on his journey early.

Outside Tushan City, Yang Ping'an casually boarded a small boat and arrived at the foot of the Tushan City wall.

The river water is crystal clear, like a flawless piece of jade. The ripples stirred up by the small boat spread out in waves, and one feels as if the banks are moving backward. On both banks, strange peaks rise abruptly from the ground, towering and precipitous, with bizarre rocks in countless shapes and forms.

Yang Ping'an felt the gentle breeze on his face. The scenery was intoxicating, and he felt as if he were sailing on the blue waves and wandering in a painting.

"Tushan territory, all those who come, halt." Two silver fox guards on the city wall, weapons in hand, shattered this beautiful scene.

"I wish to enter Tushan. Please inform them." Yang Ping'an stood up from the small boat and called out to the two silver foxes on the city wall.

"Tushan does not accept solo travelers. Please return the way you came." A silver fox guard jumped onto the shore, blocking the small boat from moving forward.

Yang Ping'an stared at the Silver Fox Guard through its metal helmet. The Silver Fox Guard's crimson vertical pupils shone through the gaps in the helmet, showing no sign of yielding or human warmth.

"No compromise?" Yang Ping'an straightened his spine, his expression becoming serious, and asked calmly.

A heavy, oppressive atmosphere emanated from Yang Ping'an's small boat. The silver fox guard seemed to have its fate choked, its fur standing on end, and the entire fox trembled incessantly.

The air in front of Tushan City became stagnant, as if the air had solidified, all sound sources disappeared, and ripples spread outwards from the small boat toward the riverbank.

"No...no..." The silver fox guard managed to squeeze out a single word through gritted teeth.

I like the myth of Da Luo, which started with the fox spirit.