Chapter 42: Being a low-key field

Liu Sizhu was able to get into the position of the Sizhu and reached the second-rate level, so he did not lack decision at all. At that time, he looked around and rushed to the distance.

"You must not submit your great opportunities, and your future will be limitless."

"Damn!" Xiaodao didn't know about this. When he was hit by a knife, his bloody eyes were broken, and he was detained for a hundred lives, which made him feel heartbroken.

More importantly, the connection with the Bloodthirsty Magic Flute was lost.

At this time, the Bloodthirsty Demon Flute is probably the weakest, but this world does not seem to know everything about the Magic Field, and Xiaodao is not worried about losing the Bloodthirsty Demon Flute.

As long as you are greedy, you will find an opportunity sooner or later.

The hero of the King of the Swordsman was righteous and was comforting the villagers with other introductory disciples.

As a result, he soon became tragic again and was directly arrested by the people from Jianghusi.

"Is the second-rate expert so worthless?" Wang Daxia muttered in his heart, but on the surface he had enough respect.

"Do you know your sin?" The new lord took the lead in taking the sect.

Soon, Master Wang smiled with satisfaction because he got the information he wanted from this person.

He was not relieved, and soon other disciples of Tianmen and even the villagers were interrogated one after another.

Wang Sizhu, who thought he had obtained the big secret, thought about it and was a little moved.

Unfortunately, the mature genius treasure has been taken away, and the next batch will take twenty-three years, and the blood sacrifice cannot be concealed.

Sighing, he chose to report.

Yin ghost is the root, bones are the ground, and blood is spreading to the field, and the completion rate reaches 50%. You can choose skill one, great demonization! Yin fog!

At this time, Xiaodao cleared most of the accumulated experience and silver, and the completion rate reached 50%.

Misty!

Xiaodao, who had long thoughts, chose this option.

So the darkened magic field began to slowly seep out of black and gray mist, gradually covering the land.

"Sure enough!" Master Wang received the notice and looked at all this from afar, everything was exactly the same as expected.

All these were clearly stated from the information obtained by the hero of the King of Destroying the Evil. Which mysterious Tianmen master stayed behind?

When the first batch of genius treasures are produced, such a fog will appear, indicating that the second batch of genius treasures are already in fertility.

The gray fog is getting thicker and thicker, which is a skill obtained by level 10 evolution. The direct evaluation is third-rate.

At this time, not only did the Demon Field be shrouded, but it was not even spared, but also shrouded in it.

"Pick a few determined surveillance officers and go in and take a look." Wang Sizhu spoke, and soon three of them were selected, each with ugly faces, but he had to step into it carefully.

Those who are hostile to me are all bad people!

Xiaodao made a definition without hesitation because he was not a bad person.

In the fog, the three detectives tried their best to be careful, but due to the serious impact of their vision, they quickly lost their direction.

From time to time, strange laughter was heard in my ears, and the mist around seemed to be alive, as if it turned into a ghost and rushed up at any time.

All kinds of hallucinations and illusions shrouded in them, the three of them looked increasingly ugly and their expressions became more and more nervous.

This is the effect of Yin fog, which will slowly devour their yang energy. Over time, they will die, but often, they will not be able to bear the depression and go crazy before.

But at present, these three people have good willpower and can still persist.

They subconsciously went towards the dimmer fog, which was a subconscious mind, an instinct to leave.

But I didn't know that I was influenced by those who were interested, but instead went deeper and soon stepped onto the demon field.

"Oh!" A man's foot seemed to be pulled by something and fell to the ground.

At this moment, the other two were shocked, but they never found him again.

He shouted, without a response, as if he was mysteriously missing.

The two of them were holding long knives in their hands, moving back to back, carefully.

At some point, one of them suddenly noticed a lighter back and shouted quickly, but there was no sound.

The companions disappeared, too.

He felt a little broken, and he was breathing subconsciously, his speed getting faster and faster.

At some point, he had already escaped from the strange fog, and Master Wang and others were looking at him.

He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, his legs became weak, and he sat down to the ground, gasping for breath.

"Report to Master Wang...!" The constable told his experience.

"As sure as the hero Wang said, the other two may have insufficient will and were trapped in fog." It was confirmed again, and Master Wang thought.

Soon, the three subordinates of the King of the Kings, the third-rate warrior clasped his fists and stepped into the fog.

Xiaodao was observing them, but he was not in a hurry to take action.

At most, it is just to mobilize the fog to induce them.

The three of them are not weak, but they are still lost and separated under Xiaodao's hands and feet.

"Who?" One of them roared, and the knife in his hand almost slashed out.

"It's me, it's me, I finally found my own person." A surprise voice sounded. When he approached, he fixed his eyes and saw that it was the constable who came in front, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

The fact that he was able to find other people made his depression feel better.

"We move back to back, be careful, it's weird here."

The companion leaned over.

"Puchi!" A dagger pierced from the back of the heart.

"you!"

Severe pain and rage, the third-rate warrior burst out with his last power before his death.

The golden knife of the public door!

A unique skill to kill evil!

With the luster of internal strength, he cut off with his backhand.

In an instant, the sneak attacker cut off his head.

"Ah!" The corpse that lost its head did not bleed, because it was full of soil and no flesh and blood.

"Alchemy, hallucination! Everything is fake."

"The enemy is fake, and the injury is fake." The man murmured to himself, his eyes gradually losing their luster.

"Huhuhu!" finally came out.

Another third-rate warrior who walked out was overjoyed, breathed a sigh of relief, and clasped his fists at Master Wang.

After waiting for more than two hours, a third-rate warrior walked out in sweat.

After waiting for a while, Master Wang didn't plan to wait, leaving three confidants and subordinates behind him, and he led the team in person.

The range of the fog was not large. He had already drawn the map in advance and had a scheming in his mind.

However, entering the fog, it was completely different from what I imagined, and I quickly lost my direction.

Sometimes hallucinations appear, vaguely, but they can be restored by activating internal strength.

"It won't work if this continues."

"Follow closely." Master Wang exploded, circulating his internal strength, and his body emitted a faint blue light.

Yes, he has reached the second level, and his internal strength attribute is water.

At this moment, I suddenly felt a lot of clearness, and the sense of direction seemed to have returned, and the impact of the fog on me was completely eliminated.

Without any stop, he determined the direction and rushed out.

Soon, Master Wang rushed out, but found that only half of his subordinates were left, and the others were separated.

A day later, some people came out one after another, but some people still didn't show up.

They didn't know that they were being fucked by a knife, and anyway, those who dared to target themselves were all bad people.
Chapter completed!