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"The monster in the fog is most likely some kind of mechanical puppet."

“I heard that mechanical puppets are extremely sensitive to the fluctuations of cultivators’ magic power. It’s best to restrain the fluctuations of magic power when approaching the fog.” Huiguang said from a distance.

Cao Rui glanced at Huiguang. Not only did this guy know his next course of action, but he also spoke it out in advance, which made him seem like he was showing off.

Is he worried that I will use the prestige of breaking the magic circle to divide his authority as a 'leader'?

Yes, as soon as Gu Qingying of Yunshui Sect left.

Huiguang naturally became the backbone of the remaining seven people. As for Zhang Heng, the old Taoist, who was good at talking, was asked to take charge of the overall situation, but he did not have the ability to do so yet.

Cao Rui used the art of invisibility and concealment to gather his own magical power, and the fluctuations of his foundation-building period disappeared from everyone's sight.

This caused everyone to be surprised. Zhang Heng was about to ask something, but when he saw Cao Rui's next move, he stopped himself.

After Cao Rui gathered his magic power, he did not use his magic to control objects, but stretched out his hand with the torch and probed into the fog.

As the torch approached the fog, a miracle happened. The originally invisible fog seemed to be penetrated by the light of the torch, and the area within one meter around the torch became visible to the naked eye.

Cao Rui saw the flesh and blood on the ground, which belonged to the seriously injured monster in the hall.

A huge eyeball was falling to the ground, staring straight at Cao Rui.

But there was no sign of the fog monster with gray arms.

Taking a deep breath, Cao Rui stepped into the mist with a torch in hand. Zhang Heng looked at the strange mist and hesitated, but still gritted his teeth and followed.

After Huiguang saw the two people entering the fog, he turned to everyone else and said, "Everyone hide your magic power and follow them." Everyone nodded and walked towards the fog cautiously.

Seven monks, led by Cao Rui, moved forward together into the unknown fog ahead.

The abbot of Miaoyin Temple named Zhihong was holding another torch and covering the rear.

The torch has a limited coverage area.

The seven of them had to huddle together tightly, otherwise once they left the range of the torch, their vision would be covered by the fog again.

This fog cannot be distinguished by the naked eye, and cannot be penetrated by spiritual consciousness. No one knows where it came from.

The seven people's minds were all extremely tense. They had not felt this way for a long time since they became cultivators.

The most important thing is that his magic power has been restrained and his spiritual awareness has become ineffective, so he looks no different from an ordinary person.

Cao Rui's eyes were fixed on the front of the torch.

He tried to move the torch forward as much as possible so that if he encountered a fog monster, he could react as quickly as possible.

"Ok?"

Cao Rui suddenly stopped, and the whole team stopped.

No one spoke tacitly, but everyone's eyes were looking ahead at Cao Rui.

A gray shadow, about three meters high, was suspended a few centimeters in the air, floating towards Cao Rui.

It's like a puppet that has not been awakened yet, wandering around unconsciously.

Cao Rui made a prompt decision and turned to the right.

The others followed quickly.

Cao Rui looked back and the gray puppet seemed not to have seen Cao Rui and the others, and continued to float slowly in the original direction.

"Just now I was almost within half a meter, but the puppet showed no signs of activating." Cao Rui frowned slightly, thinking secretly in his heart.

“It seems that only by restraining the magic power can I avoid the attention of the puppet and keep it in a dormant state.” Cao Rui slowly came to the conclusion in his heart.

At this moment, a sound of someone sucking in a breath of cold air came from behind him, which made Cao Rui's heart jump. He didn't dare to use his spiritual sense easily, for fear of alerting the puppet, so he could only turn around quickly and look.

Zhihong, who was in charge of covering the rear, was seen holding a torch, and behind him, a puppet was floating towards them.

"Hurry up!" Zhi Hong anxiously lip-read to Cao Rui. His body was not as strong as the monsters. If these gray puppets attacked him, he would not be able to withstand it.

Cao Rui frowned secretly. If the fog was full of these mechanical puppets, it would be very difficult for the seven of them to act together, and they would be more likely to be targeted by the mechanical puppets.

Thinking of this, he decided to change his strategy.

The seven people were divided into two groups so that they could act more flexibly and find the real exit in the fog.

Cao Rui's eyes met Huiguang, who clasped his hands together and nodded slightly, obviously thinking the same thing as Cao Rui.

The next moment, Huiguang reached out for the torch in Zhihong's hand, took the two monks and chose a direction and walked away.

Soon the three figures were swallowed by the fog and disappeared from the sight of Cao Rui and the other two.

"Why did they suddenly choose to part ways with us?" Tan Hongmei's eyes fell on Cao Rui.

"Hurry up, there are puppets following us." Zhang Heng, who was the last one to go, spoke nervously.

Cao Rui ignored Zhang Heng, but turned around and came to Zhang Heng's position, opened the torch to illuminate the gray fog, and looked carefully behind him.

After waiting for a while, just as Cao Rui thought, the puppet mechanism did not appear.

Imagine the puppet as the mana injected by the monk. It should have reached the end of that mana line and started to return...

"I understand." Cao Rui said softly.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Heng, Shi Shatian, and Tan Hongmei all looked at Cao Rui with inexplicable strange eyes.

"What do you understand, Yu boy?" Zhang Heng spoke in a low voice again.

"Just follow me, but everyone please keep silent for now. I don't know what the lower limit of this puppet's perception of sound is. Also, no matter how close the magic power is, you must not use it."

After Cao Rui finished speaking, he actually closed his eyes slightly, thought for a moment in his mind, constructed a 0th-level [Mist] array pattern, and confirmed his current location.

Thanks to the fact that when Cao Rui was refining the magic sword, he engraved eight second-level [Mist] on the wooden sword.

The basis of the second-level [Fog] is the 0th-level [Fog], and they have something in common, so Cao Rui’s memory was quickly awakened.

Being in this fog, with the puppet mechanism appearing on time, Cao Rui suddenly discovered that this was just a magic rune in circulation.

Each puppet is the magical pattern that moves within the runes of this magic circle.

After the monk inputs the magic power into this magic circle, it will run through the eighty-one magic power lines, which can be regarded as magic power runes in a microscopic state.

Those who have not mastered the 0th level [Mist] will never think of this.

If nothing unexpected happens, there are a total of eighty-one puppets in the fog here.

It is very difficult to force your way in.

Gu Qingying, Elder Bai and the four monsters are probably in trouble.

"coming soon."

"It's about this ratio..."

Cao Rui took a few steps to the left, and Zhang Heng and others quickly followed.

The next moment, four puppets floated past the four people closely. Although they were only half a meter apart, they still turned around and floated away at the critical position. All of them were in a dormant state and not activated.

The eyes of Zhang Heng and the other two when they looked at Cao Rui changed. The calculation was so accurate, it seemed that Cao Rui really understood something.