Half a day later, at the edge of the Wanren Mountains, lines of faint mist were rising from the White River, and the mist drifted leisurely and dispersed.
Not far away, there were two Sword Sect disciples dressed in purple standing every hundred feet with swords in their hands. In addition to these sentries, there were streaks of sword-training lights in the sky that shuttled back and forth. The Sword Sect disciples standing above the sword light all had expressions on their faces. Tight as if facing a powerful enemy.
Behind the many disciples, there was a huge mist as thick as porridge.
The fog covered the sky and rolled indefinitely, as if a snowball had buried the entire Wanren Mountain in it.
The fog formation was silent and unusually quiet. There was no movement that would have occurred if the formation was broken, making it difficult for people to see what was going on inside the formation.
At this moment, a breeze blew from the White River, and a wisp of mist moved with the wind, approaching the fog formation a little closer to the river.
"I heard from several senior brothers that the day of breaking the formation is just around the corner. I wonder how long it will take?" A slightly taller Sword Sect disciple turned around and asked.
"How do I know this, but the day before yesterday, my master called my senior brother and they went there and said that the two ancestors were going to take action. After all, this Zhuxian Formation is already at the end of its power, and it only takes one last blow to break the sword formation." The shorter disciple replied.
"The ancestor is finally going to take action!? Didn't he say that he would keep using up the Immortal Killing Formation?" The tall disciple suddenly looked happy when he heard this and asked again.
"Haha, I was shocked by the remaining sword intention of the Sword Ancestor earlier, so I waited and waited to see if there were any secret treasures in the mountains.
It has been more than a year, and there has been no movement in the mountains. It seems that the Sword Sect has indeed reached its end. In addition, the two ancestors have fully recovered from their injuries, so naturally we can’t delay it any longer! "The short disciple said.
"We should have taken action a long time ago, so as not to have long nights and dreams! By the way, how about the man we caught a few days ago?" The tall disciple asked as if he remembered something.
"Let go." The short disciple replied calmly.
"What! Let him go?" The tall disciple thought he heard wrongly.
"Well, I heard that he was a disciple of Fa Zong and came secretly to inquire about the news. The leader said that people from Fa Zong cannot be offended now, so he let him go directly." said the short disciple.
"You broke a few of our brothers and let them go like this? Too..." the tall disciple said angrily.
"Hush~~Don't talk nonsense. Just keep your position!" The short disciple made a silent gesture.
The two of them were silent for a moment, their eyes flickering and they didn't know what they were thinking.
The fog on the river bank swirled and blew to the other side.
"Junior brother, this place is indeed one of the four major spiritual veins in Zhongzhou! It is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and is full of spiritual energy. It is hundreds of times stronger than our hole!" A long-faced disciple took a deep breath, and then said with an intoxicated expression. .
"Senior brother, if we destroy the Sword Sect, will this Wanren Mountain belong to us?" A disciple next to him with extremely small eyes, as big as peas, also took a breath.
"This is natural! Would you still give it up to others?" Long-faced senior brother replied.
"Then Fa Zong allowed us to destroy Jian Zong and occupy this place?" The little-eyed disciple seemed to be a little unbelievable.
"That's natural. Our ancestors and Fa Zong's ancestors are doing well!" Senior Brother Long Face replied.
"But why did people from Fa Sect come to spy on the news a few days ago?" the little-eyed disciple asked.
"Fa Zong is not monolithic now. Some people like him, and some people hate him." Long-faced senior brother replied.
"Too."
"..."
The mist floated in the wind, seemingly irregular, but it surrounded everything around it.
When night falls, the fog gradually disappears and disappears.
No one noticed at all that under their noses, a wisp of mist quietly merged into the fog formation behind them.
This wisp of mist was formed by good timing. After some exploration, I finally got a rough idea of the situation here.
The fog formation guarded by everyone seems to be amazingly powerful, but it is actually just a covering formation, so if you want to know what is going on inside, you have to enter the fog formation.
Liangchen thought about it for a long time and decided to take the risk.
As soon as I entered the fog formation, my eyes felt hazy.
He followed the mist rolling around, but after a while, he found that the white mist in front of him suddenly changed color, becoming as dark as ink.
The white mist and the black mist are distinct, as if they are two formations.
"Eh! Magical Array!" Liangchen just sensed it and discovered that the evil wind in the black mist was somewhat similar to the magical array that trapped him that day.
"The two sword and demon sects are really working together. They used the fog formation to cover up the sky and the sea, and then used the magic formation to surround the mountain and consume the Immortal Killing Sword Formation." He thought in his mind, and just about to release a trace of his spiritual power to explore the situation in the black mist, his face suddenly changed.
It suddenly turned into a line of white smoke and shot out. In an instant, it was outside the fog formation. A gust of wind passed by, and the white smoke fell into the White River.
Liangchen disappeared for just a few breaths, and an elderly man with a thin face appeared where he had previously stopped.
"Meet the leader!" The guarding disciples nearby were startled when they saw the sudden appearance of the figure, and they saluted hurriedly.
"Is there anything unusual here?" Zihu Poguang looked around but found nothing, then asked coldly.
"Captain Qi, it has always been normal, nothing unusual!" the guard replied respectfully.
Hearing their answers, Zihu Poguang's expression became more solemn. He had just set up the spirit plate as a warning, and ripples were showing up. Someone must be trying to break into the formation here, but how could there be no aura of strangers?
He released his spiritual thoughts again, covering almost a hundred miles in radius. After careful exploration, he still found nothing.
"It's impossible for this person to run so fast! Is there something wrong with the array?" He speculated gloomily, and finally turned around and left with a look of reluctance.
After he left for a long time, a mist rose up from the rolling White River and disappeared without a trace as the White River flowed down the river. . .
