Along the way, this journey is longer than imagined.
The middle-aged Taoist led the way, followed by a dozen martial arts cultivators from behind.
I walked like this on the mountain path, in the remote and difficult leaf forest, on the rocks without plants, for an hour.
Such a journey without knowing the goal and being so tiring made the martial arts practitioners physically exhausted, and they all looked impatient.
"I asked you, are you playing tricks?"
At a corner of the mountain road, Fang Bo, who noticed that the team was in an abnormal mood, called out to the sweaty middle-aged Taoist in front, with a dangerous meaning in his eyes.
If this person dares to play tricks in front of him, he won't mind taking something off the other person's body. Just because he doesn't do it now doesn't mean he is a merciful master.
Seeing Fang Bo's dangerous gaze cast towards him, in an instant, another layer of fine cold sweat broke out on the forehead and corners of the middle-aged Taoist's eyebrows, rolling down along with those sweat beads that were exhausted. p>
So he hurriedly opened his mouth and said in a trembling voice, "No, no, it's just a few kilometers ahead."
Fang Bo's sharp eyes flickered over the middle-aged Taoist's cheeks. He stayed there for a while until his scalp went numb, and then he sneered, "I hope you're not playing tricks, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to control my hands."
knife."
While he was talking, the big knife in Fang Bo's hand shook, and a cold light shot out, piercing the eyes.
Hearing the words of Fang Bo and the middle-aged Taoist, the remaining martial arts cultivators suddenly thought again, and at this moment they suppressed their restless hearts and continued to move forward.
Among the mountains and peaks, a group of people look like civet cats and move like forest apes, leaping between the treetops in the complex, approaching the depths of the jungle.
Among them, some low-level monsters passed by, and when they noticed the majestic aura of mountains and seas of energy and blood on the martial cultivators, they retreated in fear.
The middle-aged Taoist had low cultivation and lacked leg strength. When he encountered a difficult road, he was picked up by Fang Bo with one hand, with great ease, like a little chicken.
"It's here, it's here."
A group of people were walking through a dense forest.
The middle-aged Taoist who was walking like this, with his steps sloppy and layers of hot sweat on his head, suddenly said.
Fang Bo's footsteps suddenly stopped, and he glanced at the martial arts cultivators who formed a long line behind him, his eyes flashing with sneer.
Then his eyes turned to the front, which was a small hill.
"Look in that direction, that's where the blood Tai Sui exists."
As Fang Bo's eyes moved and he searched in all directions, the middle-aged Taoist next to him reminded him.
Hearing the reminder from the middle-aged Taoist next to him, Fang Bo responded and saw that a valley a few hundred meters diagonally ahead was covered with a thick layer of reddish mist.
At three o'clock in the day, the blazing sunshine was scattered, and it was a bit strange to still have such a mist, not to mention the color of the blood mist, which was also slightly red.
After being reminded by the middle-aged Taoist, other martial arts cultivators also discovered something unusual about the valley ahead.
Immediately after moving their positions, everyone rushed to the valley and directly in front of the strange blood mist.
However, at this moment, no one stepped into that bloody mist for the first time.
In front of this blood mist, the line of sight is blocked by it, and it can only be seen within a distance of more than ten meters, and it is impossible to see what is going on behind it.
Even the perception of penetrating into it is like going deep into a muddy pond without making any progress.
This is all before staying in the blood mist.
The signs are unclear, everything is unknown, and no one wants to be the first guinea pig to go in and explore the situation.
"What's the name of this blood mist?"
"I don't know either!"
"Don't know?"
Fang Bo frowned, and the long knife in his hand flashed with cold light, directly hitting the middle-aged Taoist's neck.
The blade touched the middle-aged Taoist's neck skin, and a stream of blood came out.
"You can think about it before you talk!"
Fang Bo's eyes were stern, filled with a sense of direct oppression.
However, the middle-aged Taoist shook his head very firmly, took a deep breath and said, "I don't know, I just don't know, even if you kill me, you don't want me to make up an explanation.
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Fang Bo looked straight in the eyes, and took another step forward slightly towards the long knife on the middle-aged Taoist's neck.
The middle-aged Taoist looked pale, but still retained his previous statement. Only then did Fang Bo put down his sword.
"I don't know if it's okay, then go in first!"
As he spoke, Fang Bo stretched out his hand and pushed the middle-aged Taoist forward, pointing the blade at him again.
The middle-aged Taoist trembled, looking around, and found that many martial arts cultivators were standing in front of the blood mist, all looking at him playfully.
It seems that he is looking forward to the next move.
Obviously, the middle-aged Taoist has no other choice at this moment. The only thing he can choose is to be the experimental mouse for all the martial arts cultivators.
The middle-aged Taoist's complexion turned gray, thinking that his lie at the inn was really the biggest mistake of his life.
However, there is no regret medicine in this world.
The middle-aged Taoist in front of the thick blood mist looked at the blood mist that seemed to have no end in sight. He took a deep breath, then gritted his teeth and stepped in.
To everyone's surprise, when the middle-aged Taoist stepped into it, nothing happened.
Looking at the surprised look on the middle-aged Taoist's face, he was obviously quite surprised, and the tension in his heart suddenly relaxed a little.
But then, his heart became excited again.
"Look outside and walk a few more steps?"
Fang Bo's eyes flashed with brilliance. He looked at the middle-aged Taoist with half his foot in the thick fog and reminded him.
When the middle-aged Taoist heard this, his face turned pale for a while, but then he listened to what he said and continued to walk a few steps forward.
At this moment, all the eyes outside the blood mist are focused on the middle-aged Taoist who is walking forward in the blood mist, trying to discover that there is an unexpected mystery engraved in the blood mist.
Still nothing happened, but as the figure of the middle-aged Taoist gradually deepened, the figure behind him gradually became fainter.
After seeing the middle-aged Taoist take a few steps forward and stop again on the way.
It wasn't Fang Bo's turn to speak out yet, and the remaining martial arts cultivators outside the blood mist all shouted reminders.
"Go forward, go forward!..." Many martial arts cultivators shouted in unison.
Due to the pressure from the martial arts cultivators outside, the middle-aged Taoist in the blood mist stayed for a while, and then continued forward.
Gradually, the figure disappeared into the thick fog, and the back behind could not be seen at all.
After seeing that there were no other abnormal situations, Fang Bo from outside took the lead and broke into the blood mist. Upon seeing this, many other martial arts cultivators swarmed in.
In the blink of an eye, there was no one left outside.