Along the way, the journey turned out to be longer than imagined.
The middle-aged Taoist led the way, followed by a dozen martial arts cultivators from behind.
We walked like this on the road in the mountains, 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, you, are you playing a trick?"
At a corner of the mountain road, Fang Bo, who noticed that the team was in an abnormal mood, called out to the sweating middle-aged Taoist in front, with a dangerous meaning in his eyes.
If this person dared to play tricks in front of him, he wouldn't mind taking something off the other person's body. Just because he didn't do it now didn't mean he was a merciful master.
Seeing Fang Bo's dangerous gaze, in an instant, another layer of fine cold sweat broke out on the middle-aged Dao Rao's forehead and eyebrows, rolling down along with those sweat beads that were exhausted.
So he spoke hurriedly and said in a trembling voice, "No, no, it's just a few kilometers ahead."
Fang Bo's sharp eyes flashed across the middle-aged Dao Rao's cheeks, and when he stayed for a while until his scalp went numb, he sneered, "I hope you're not playing tricks, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to control my hands." knife."
As he spoke, 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 Dao Rao, 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 apes in the forest, 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 priest was of 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 chicken.
"It's two."
A group of people were walking through a dense forest.
The middle-aged Taoist who was walking in such a hurry suddenly spoke out, his steps sloppy and his head covered with layers of hot sweat.
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 mountain.
"Look in that direction, that's where Xue Taisui 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 sunlight was scattered, and it was a bit strange to still have such a mist, not to mention that the color of the blood mist was slightly red.
After being reminded by the middle-aged Dao Rao, other martial arts cultivators also discovered the anomalies in 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, Wu Rong stepped into the blood mist and when Zheng
In front of this blood mist, the line of sight was blocked by it, and one could only see the scene within a dozen meters away.
Even the perception of penetrating into it is like going deep into a muddy pond and not being able to make an inch forward.
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!"
"have no idea?"
Fang Bo frowned, and the long knife in his hand flashed with cold light, directly hitting the middle-aged Dao Rao's neck.
The blade touched the skin of the middle-aged Dao Rao's neck, and a stream of blood came out.
"You should think about it later!"
Fang Bo's eyes were stern, full of direct oppression and happiness.
However, the middle-aged Taoist still 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 a method. "
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 the previous method. Only then did Fang Bo put down the sword.
"I don't know if it's okay, then go in first!"
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.
He seemed to be anticipating 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 rat for all the martial arts cultivators.
The middle-aged Dao Rao's face turned gray, thinking that the lie he made 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, 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.
Seeing the surprise 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 out 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 warned 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 take a few steps forward.
At this moment, the eyes outside the blood mist are all focused on the middle-aged Taoist walking forward in the blood mist, trying to discover that there are unexpected mysteries engraved in the blood mist.
Still nothing happened, but as the middle-aged Dao Rao's figure gradually deepened, the figure behind him gradually became fainter.
After seeing the middle-aged Taoist take a few steps forward, he stopped 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.
