Less than three miles from the foot of the mountain.

The sounds of wild beasts crowing constantly came from the mountains.

Wherever you see, you can vaguely see wild beasts hiding behind the mulberry tree. Several spider beasts are already eager to try, and a group of green-eyed wolves on the distant hillside also appear within sight.

"Aowu"

On the hill on the northwest side, a colorful tiger is standing on the stone.

A group of beasts looked around.

Song Chun's legs trembled: "Miss Fu, this Luohun Mountain seems a bit weird."

He has been here before.

But at most, you can encounter one or two spider beasts from afar.

But it seemed that the entire beast of Soul Mountain in front of me was also moved, which was too unusual.

Fu Shiyi narrowed his eyes slightly:

"Brother Chun, you go down the mountain first."

Song Chun wanted to persist, but he knew that his persistence was just adding burden to Fu Shiyi, so he turned around and went down the mountain without saying much. Only Fu Shiyi was left in the mountain, and the beasts looking around began to move. The nearest Spider-Great Beast had already jumped up from the grass with a whoosh and rushed towards Fu Shiyi.

Fu Shiyi waved his right hand.

In an instant, a piece of green powder floated on her.

The green powder emitted a strange smell, and the spider beast that was already in front of him couldn't help but slow down.

Fu Shiyi raised his hand and pulled the bow and shot arrow.

With a whoosh.

The arrows left the strings passed through the air and penetrated through the belly of the spider beast rising from the air. With a bang, the spider beast fell heavily to the ground, stirring up fallen leaves all over the ground. The pungent blood made the air smell a little bloody.

"roar"

The colorful tiger bodies on the northwest side were shocked.

A gust of wind blew.

Several people jumped and fell next to the spider beast, and swallowed the spider beast with big mouths.

Fu Shiyi's feet fell a little on the ground, and his body fell lightly on the branches of Cangling Tree. Although he could not use his true energy, the worldly light skills and ethereal soul step had already reached the highest level at the age of ten.

The leaves were shaking.

A few flashes.

She jumped over the encirclement of beasts.

After walking forward for ten miles.

A layer of fog appeared in front of me.

There was no wild beast around the fog.

Fu Shiyi tapped the leaves on his toes and his body fell lightly on the ground.

One foot stepped into the fog.

The seemingly not thick white mist can't be seen anywhere, but it's just a vast white area.

This is the fog of death in the mouths of villagers.

Fu Shiyi lifted his feet out, circled around the edge of the fog, then squatted on the ground, picked up a branch and quickly drew it on the ground. After flirting and thinking for a while, a smile appeared on her face: "It's indeed Ersha fog array."

He stood up and looked around.

He bent down and picked up more than a dozen stones.

Flick your right hand.

The sound of breaking through the air sounded.

The stones fall regularly around the fog.

Accompanied by a loud "rumbling" sound, the white mist in front of me faded away like a tide.

An altar thirty feet tall appeared in front of you.

Around the altar.

It is covered with bones.

The entire altar was bloody.

An oil-green lantern was placed at the top of the altar. As the lanterns were running, a mysterious aura spread around.

"This is......"

Fu Shiyitong Kong shrinks.

There is a vague guess in my heart.

When I approached the altar and looked up close, I saw that the runes drawn on the altar all revealed an evil aura. The runes on the entire altar were drawn with blood. The familiar aura came from the altar.

"This is the power of a curse!"

Fu Shiyi finally understood where the drought in Yangzhou came from in the sky. It turned out that it was not a natural disaster but a man-made one. The altar in front of him was to extract the luck of the entire Tianyangzhou for the use of the person who set up the curse. The drought was just the beginning, and a plague would appear immediately. Then all the creatures in Yangzhou in the sky would eventually be refined.

No wonder all the wild beasts ran to the foot of Luohun Mountain.

"Who is it? So vicious?"

Isn’t the other party afraid of karma?

Suddenly.

When Fu Shiyi thought of a possibility, he couldn't help but feel shocked.

............

Tianwang Temple Tiantang Mountain.

Alchemy room.

There was a blood-red color in the room.

The inner wall of the entire alchemy room is made of human skin, with skulls hanging upside down on the roof, and complex runes are engraved on the human skin, which is exactly the same as the altar on Luohun Mountain.

In such a huge alchemy room.

Two large and small blood pools were arranged.

The blood pool seemed to have connected a void, and a continuous stream of evil power was transmitted to the blood pool. This force was then pulled through the blood pool to an old woman next to the blood pool.

in.

In the larger pool of blood on the east side.

A transparent coffin was placed, and a woman lies quietly among the coffin.

If Fu Shiyi was here.

It is inevitable that this person can be recognized at a glance as the sixth sister Fu Molan she is looking for.

at this time.

An old woman practicing.

Suddenly my eyebrows hopped.

The old woman who was hunched suddenly opened her eyes.

He suddenly turned around and looked towards Luohun Mountain.

Angry appeared on her face, and she stood up quickly, her body seemed to be about to be dead, but her body was very flexible.

A sound of "Peng".

The door of the alchemy room will automatically open without wind.

The two strong men guarding the door trembled and immediately knelt on their knees:

"Mr. Master, what are your instructions?"

"The Ersha fog array in Luohun Mountain has been broken, so you can go and find out immediately."

"yes!"

Two strong men took the order and left.

The old woman's temple owner stopped and stood for a while, then turned around and returned to the room, walked into the blood pool, and looked closer at Fu Molan in the transparent coffin, but saw that Fu Molan was not covered with any trace of it, and blood-colored runes were engraved on her body.

The old woman's temple owner gently brushed Fu Molan's face as if she was touching her cheek.

The hoarse and gloomy voice sounded in the blood-red room:

"It seems that you are not the only one who fell here."

The old woman returned to the futon and sat down.
To be continued...