There are only three paths on Tongtian Peak. No matter which path, there are bound to be restricted.
Logically speaking, these restrictions should hinder the Huaying Great Monk to some extent, but they will never completely block everyone, because this place is a trial place for the lower-level disciples of the Immortal Mountain Sect.
Facing the miasma hidden in the white mist, Qin Fengming was certainly wary.
The corrosive power was not able to cause any harm to him. With the tough Qing Yan Sword and Shield and the majestic mana regardless of loss, the corrosive toxicity was completely blocked by him.
But looking at the situation in front of him, Qin Fengming couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.
There is no doubt that the Hongmeng Miasma contains psychedelic magical effects, but in the place in front of him, even if he used all his strength to activate his spiritual eyes, he could not see the slightest illusion. Although he could not see anything, he was already convinced. I have fallen into a hallucination,
It's just that this kind of psychedelic magical effect is much more profound than ordinary illusion formations and illusions.
The psychedelic artistic conception that can trap even immortals can certainly not be compared with the illusions encountered before.
Although he was sure that he had fallen into the environment, Qin Fengming did not panic at this time. Instead, after standing for a moment, he turned his body and sat on the stone ground. He closed his eyes and stopped moving his body.
As time slowly passed, the winding path in front of Qin Fengming seemed to have begun to slowly change. It seemed that after countless vicissitudes of life, moss slowly appeared on it, and later on the path, moss actually appeared. A forked road, as time went by, the original path was completely covered by a patch of green vegetation, and only the path that appeared later was revealed.
Qin Fengming, who was sitting cross-legged, had not opened his eyes since he sat cross-legged, as if he had fallen into trance.
If it weren't for the fact that the path in front of him would undergo some strange changes every once in a while, anyone would think that time here was stagnant.
Because there are no birds chirping, no running water, even the white mist around me is still,
I don't know how much time passed, but Qin Fengming, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes, and two rays of light shot out. He stood up with a flick of his body, and without hesitation, he stepped into the body. The winding mountain road ahead,
The mountain road at this time was no longer the one he first saw.
Stepping on the mountain road, he did not hesitate at all. He stepped lightly and moved forward quickly.
But every time he encountered a corner, Qin Fengming would step in the opposite direction of the path without hesitation. As he stepped in, a road would appear strangely in the direction where there was no path.
If outsiders saw such a strange sight, they would definitely be stunned.
As he shuttled back and forth, Qin Fengming's speed became faster and faster. In the end, he had almost used the Biyun Lost Movement technique to its extreme. In the white mist, he was like a flying bird, moving forward quickly.
If it weren't for the wind channel formed by the body's rapid passing behind him, it would be as if no one had passed by at all.
When Qin Fengming turned the eighty-first corner, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.
The original white mist suddenly disappeared, and the sharp corrosive hot breath disappeared. What was revealed in front of him was a group of buildings covering an extremely large area.
Although the tall buildings are of different heights, they appear well-proportioned. Set among the green pines and cypresses, with white clouds floating around, they appear extremely quiet and elegant.
"My little friend is really not that simple. He actually broke through the restricted area of Hongmeng Miasma in the same sequence as my master."
Just when Qin Fengming stepped out of the place shrouded in white mist, a slightly surprised voice of a beautiful female cultivator rang in his ears. He didn't need Qin Fengming to recognize it, but he knew that it was Yin Luo who entered the place shrouded in white mist before him. holy lord,
Turning around, he saw Holy Lord Yinluo in fluttering colorful clothes, standing dozens of feet away with a calm face, a look of surprise in his eyes that flashed away.
For Qin Fengming to be able to walk out of the land covered by the miasma of Hongmeng so quickly, Holy Lord Yin Luo couldn't help but look at Qin Fengming.
Although Saint Lord Yinluo has not personally entered the Hongmeng Miasma, he has a lot of knowledge about it in the upper realm books and knows some of its characteristics. She does not believe that a mere monk in the human world can compare to the Hongmeng Miasma. She also needs to understand herself,
Of course, the proportion of Hongmeng Miasma contained in this white mist is extremely small.
But even so, the psychedelic effect it contains cannot be easily understood by the Yingying monks.
Qin Fengming did not respond to Holy Lord Yinluo's compliments. Instead, he released his spiritual consciousness and carefully scanned the place in front of him. There was no trace of the monks staying.
This undoubtedly shows that Demonic Heaven has not emerged from the miasma of Hongmeng.
Suddenly, Qin Fengming felt a sudden surge of white mist not far away from him. A figure popped out of the white mist and stopped more than ten feet away from Qin Fengming.
"Motian," Qin Fengming was suddenly shocked when he saw the person who appeared.
Without hesitation, a thick black ghost mist suddenly spurted out from his body. With a roll, it wrapped around the Demon Heaven who had just appeared. At the same time, his hand was placed between his eyebrows, and a red light disappeared in the mist. Among them, it also shoots towards the devil sky,
Now that we have broken up with Mo Tian, it is no longer possible to live in peace with each other.
If Mo Tian saw him so close, there would be no doubt that he would take action angrily. Instead of being passive, it would be better to take the initiative and seize the initiative.
The two sides were only a dozen feet away from each other. With Qin Fengming's full power to drive the ghost-devouring mist, he could almost instantly suck the demon who had just stepped out of the illusion into the mist.
And in the hurry of the little red sword magic weapon, it will eat the mist before the ghost, and severely damage the devil.
If another cultivator at the top of the Transformation Infant Peak was attacked at such a close distance from Qin Fengming, there would be absolutely no second possibility other than falling on the spot.
But at this time, what he faced was the clone of a Mahayana monk. Qin Fengming suddenly took action, but still failed to achieve full effect.
"Junior, damn it." Just when Qin Fengming took action, Motian, who had just stood still, was already awake. He was shouting, but he didn't see any movement. He only saw a dense gray-black fly that was several inches long. The needle suddenly appeared, like a river bursting out, and it covered the place where Qin Fengming was standing.
"Puff, puff, puff,~~" In a series of soft sounds, the red sword only flew a few feet away before being blocked by the dense flying needles.
Flying needles all over the sky carried a terrifying sound of breaking through the sky, and instantly swarmed into the rapidly spreading ghost-eating mist.
The flying needles in the sky did not seem to be hindered by the ghost-eating mist at all, and they rushed towards Qin Fengming with almost no loss of speed. With a big blow, they pricked him like a hedgehog.
Faced with the sudden change, Ren Qin Fengming's expression suddenly changed.
Without hesitation, the dragon-patterned tortoise shell shield in his hand flashed out, and in a flash, it covered his face.
"Duh, duh,~~~" A series of dense soft sounds sounded, and the flying needles in the sky were finally blocked by the dragon-patterned tortoise shell shield.
