Cheng Yu was in chaos, and waves of enchanting sounds could be heard in his ears, echoing in the darkness and chaos.
He diffused his consciousness and sensed a dozen strong or weak, strong or soft breaths on the left side of his body, but the right side of the other side of his body was empty.
"Hey! Here comes another unlucky guy!"
"Still a fair young man."
"What kind of cultivation does this gentleman have?"
In an instant, more than a dozen different voices sounded one after another from the dark chaos. Although each of these voices sounded weak, they were still mixed together into a noisy mess.
Suddenly, from the thick black mist, a white jade hand stretched out quickly and silently, touching Cheng Yu's cheek.
Cheng Yu retreated to avoid the incoming attack, and stepped back to concentrate on guarding.
I saw the thick black fog in front of me billowing up, and a woman in a bright red palace dress emerged from the fog.
The original noisy sounds in the darkness also disappeared, and not even a gasp could be heard anymore.
Among the dozens of auras inside the comb, this woman's is the strongest.
In the haze, this woman in palace clothes curled out. Her figure was slim and graceful. Although her face couldn't be seen clearly, she could vaguely recognize it. She was different from Jia Fei's cuteness and cuteness, and she didn't look like Huang.
Shan's heroic aura is actually very charming.
"You Hu Meizi..."
An old voice came from behind the woman in red palace clothes, hoarse and mocking, like sawing wood.
"...Every time a new one comes, you have to play tricks, but you really can't eat it, alas!"
"You old guy is so annoying. Even if you can eat it, I won't eat it with you."
The woman in red palace clothes cursed for a while into the darkness and chaos, turned back and looked Cheng Yu up and down, then took two steps towards Cheng Yu, and then the black mist lingering around her completely dissipated.
At this time, Cheng Yu had seen the woman's face clearly. A cinnabar mole between her eyebrows was like a small flame, and she had a pair of big blurred eyes. The corners of her eyes were covered with red eye shadow that was tilted up. No matter the eyebrows or the tip of her nose, it couldn't stop flowing.
With a completely enchanting look.
She twisted her waist and took square steps, and circled around Cheng Yu looking up and down, saying "tsk, tsk" repeatedly.
"Business matters, Hu Meizi!"
In the darkness, the old voice sounded again.
"Why do you, such an old man, really care about howling? It's just a matter of a while. Besides, do you really think this young man can make me wait for him to leave?"
"..."
There was a moment of silence in the darkness and chaos. The woman in palace clothes named Hu Meizi rushed into the darkness behind her and finished cursing. A jade hand moved toward Cheng Yu's face again, but Cheng Yu dodged it again.
He took out the Wu Jun Token from his arms, and suddenly the whole dark chaos shook, and at the same time, there were sounds of panic and wailing.
The woman in palace clothes also said "Ouch!" and fell to the ground. After taking a breath, she looked up pitifully towards Cheng Yu and said sadly:
"Oh my God, I just brought out some of the crazy stuff, but I scared my sister. Why don't you come here and give her a hand?"
Cheng Yu held the Wujun token and stared coldly at the charming woman on the ground, and asked the dark chaos behind her:
"Were you waiting to call for help just now?"
"That's right, it's that old gray rat. Every time the gate is opened, he howls like a wild dog that smells meat. It's a pity that he's been howling here for hundreds of years, and he's still howling.
Yes... Hahaha, fortunately, you, the handsome man, are here again, and there is finally a slave here who takes a fancy to you."
As the woman in palace clothes spoke, she secretly glanced at the token in Cheng Yu's hand.
"Since you asked for help, why didn't you show up to meet me?"
Cheng Yu glanced at the woman in palace clothes and asked, then put the token back into his arms.
"That old guy is trapped in the first wooden tooth, which is also the formation point here. He can't get out."
"Who is he?"
"He was a well-known big shot back then, sir. Want to know? Why don't you come and have fun with the slave family for a while? If the slave family is happy, they will definitely reveal all their heart and soul to the master."
Mrs. Hu Meizi spoke softly, and a charming aura wandered around her, making her look like she was about to pounce.
Cheng Yu took out the token from his pocket again, and the whole chaos shook again. Hu Meizi fell to the ground again with an ouch, outlining the figure of the fatal Qu Miao, and said angrily:
"Hmph! Old man, this gentleman is asking you, you should say it yourself... old man?"
The woman in palace clothes screamed twice, but there was no longer that old echo in the darkness and chaos.
"That old guy seems to have fainted."
A strange voice sounded in the darkness and chaos.
"Yes, I can't feel the smell of old stuff anymore."
Another unfamiliar voice spoke up, but it was obviously a bit weak.
The woman in palace clothes frowned, climbed up, and walked into the darkness swaying her waist.
At this moment, Cheng Yu had time to feel the atmosphere around him. Waves of coldness came from all directions, but unlike the Yinsi, these waves of coldness had a faint suction power, which would be difficult to detect without careful observation.
Taking his own location as a boundary, there were more than a dozen auras of different strengths and weaknesses on the left side, but none of them were familiar to him.
But the right side was empty. He turned around and tried to walk to the right, but was blocked by an invisible barrier and could not move forward even half a step.
The soul was not allowed to fly here, so Cheng Yu had to turn around and stand on the spot, sending his thoughts to summon Zuo'er, the spirit spirit in his body.
It turns out that just now when Zuo'er was trapped in the broken tooth, he heard waves of cries for help coming from the Qi machine connecting the comb grate and the broken tooth.
But then, what left Zuo'er stunned was that in addition to the cry for help, there was also a breath that he was very familiar with.
A hint of Cheng Yu.
Later, Cheng Yu moved water and performed magic, and cooperated with the breath in Wujun's token to disintegrate the comb teeth, and rescued Zuo'er.
After Zuo'er got out of trouble, he conveyed to Cheng Yu the thoughts he had just encountered.
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And just when he was wondering why there was his own aura in the comb, the comb was controlled by the gray-haired man and spewed out streams of colorful air towards him.
And he actually lost his mind and rushed forward. It didn't feel like being captured, but more like an eagerness to see an old friend.
It wasn't until he came in that he woke up again, and he didn't feel his own aura as Zuo'er said.
There isn’t even a familiar scent.
He walked slowly towards the dozen or so breaths on the left. The thick black fog drifted away as he moved, but his field of vision could only be limited to about five steps.
His spiritual consciousness sensed that the breath closest to him was not far to the right, and seemed to be sitting underground.
Cheng Yu stepped forward gently step by step, and sure enough, after a few steps, he saw a man sitting cross-legged and meditating with his eyes closed.
His face is extremely handsome, even bewitching, but it has a dark color, and there is also a bit of cinnabar with a flame pattern between his eyebrows.
He should be of the same lineage as the woman in palace clothes just now, but her aura is much weaker than that of the woman.
Cheng Yu continued to move forward. The handsome man meditating disappeared into the black mist behind him, and a middle-aged man appeared in front of him, also sitting on the ground, dejected.
As Cheng Yu continued to move forward, decaying figures of men and women sat on the ground, until he saw the woman in red palace clothes again, squatting next to a thin and withered old man.
The old man had unkempt and fluffy hair, a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and was wearing a gray robe that was also dirty. Compared with the round and bumpy woman in palace clothes next to him, he was completely different.
The old man's eyes stared blankly into the darkness, motionless, almost like a wax statue. It wasn't until Cheng Yu came within his field of vision that his eyes slowly moved and gained some life.
"Who are you?"
Cheng Yu asked.
The old man raised his white and black eyes, stared at Cheng Yu and said feebly:
"I, Hui Sanqi..."
"Three-seven?"
Cheng Yu almost blurted out the word "twenty-one", but then he thought about it, Panax notoginseng is still a herbal medicine. This person's surname is Hui, he should belong to the Hui family's wood cultivation, and his name is Panax notoginseng, which makes sense.<
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Suddenly he drew inferences from one example and remembered that the black dragon with water cultivation was named Liu Hedong, and there was water in his name.
Huang Shan, who cultivates the earth element, has the word Shan in her name with a slanted jade edge, which is also related to the earth element.
As for the name of the cat demon, he chose it by himself. Although he did not take into account the five elements, the cursive prefix of the word "fei" matches his wood cultivation level, which is a coincidence.
Only the golden salamander named Yuandeng on Qingluo Mountain has nothing to do with any of the Five Elements.
Is it because he is just a heretic and a scattered demon, unlike the five families, and has no inheritance?
Cheng Yu shook his head slightly and smiled bitterly in his heart. When and where was this, and he still had time to think about it.
He glanced at the skinny old man on the ground and continued to ask:
"Mr. Hui, is he from the Hui family?"
"I am the head of the Hui family."
"Since the old gentleman is the head of the Hui family, who is that person outside?"
