The villain has been playing badly for ten years

Chapter 211: The Fog

At this time, someone in the group asked, "Are we going directly to the swamp now?"

Zhou Fan's eyes were as sharp as torches as he glanced coldly at the merman and replied:

"In the southwest corner of the wilderness, there's a marsh called Luqiu. It's backed by Chushan Mountain to the north and connected to Xuanshui River to the south. It's on our way anyway, so we might as well explore it. If what this merman said isn't true, then we can sacrifice the sword!"

Just then, Song Xing pinched his fingers and whispered the formula:

"The wind of Xun leads the way, and tracing back memories creates a path."

After saying that, he immediately made a sword-like finger with his hand as if writing a talisman.

That light blue talisman suddenly shot towards him and landed right on Ning Xiusu's back.

In an invisible place, complex runes written in a faint blue light flashed a few times.

Ning Xiusu only felt the muscles in his limbs tighten, as if being pulled by some thin threads for an instant. His whole body trembled, and he stood up straight like a puppet.

"Sir, since the Grand Master has guaranteed you, the Shangqing Sect will give you a chance to prove yourself. Please lead the way."

With just one command, the talisman on his back continued to shine, and suddenly a force rushed into his brain, as if something had broken through his crown.

Ning Xiusu's eyes were swirling with darkness, and he took an uncontrollable step forward. Unfortunately, his appearance was ridiculous, and the intertwined patterns of dark scales and veins on his neck made him indescribably terrifying...

The art of pulling silk talismans lies in pulling the machine, and it must lead the way in front like a puppet.

The route he walked was visualized as a glowing thread under his spiritual consciousness. It was so fast that he could travel several feet in a blink of an eye.

A group of Shangqing Sect members followed on their swords, hovering in mid-air like shadows, seemingly looking down. Ning Xiusu flew across the mountains, never out of the sight of the group.

After all, he is a prince, and he was a well-known figure in the sect and the Taoist temple.

Now the behavior of this puppet is quite absurd, like a dragon swimming in shallow water and being teased by shrimps.

...But despite the absurdity, his mind was full of thoughts.

The direction we are heading to is the northwest corner. The so-called foothill swamp will inevitably pass by the ice lake. I just heard these people talking about Xuanshui. Could it be the direction of the ice lake?

But he didn't find any Beichu Mountain there, but rather the Kunshan area...

What's going on? Why do these people say that's the Beichu Mountains over there?

Ning Xiusu really couldn't understand it. Now that he couldn't see, it was naturally difficult for him to observe where he was going.

Fortunately, they passed through a snowy valley and an ice lake along the way and did not encounter anyone from Longyuan.

Even so, he was still under the control of others. His thoughts turned around and he couldn't help but try to mobilize the spiritual veins in his body.

The Heartless Flower was like a layer of roots deeply embedded in the muscles and bones. It silently exerted strength for a long time before it finally released a little bit of the power of the Youlian Spirit Fire from the gaps in the spiritual veins.

The spiritual vein is locked, now is not the time.

The best strategy is to find a way to get Hua Jianbai out together...

He remained calm, as he had already lost control and rode the wind without touching the ground, rushing towards the southwest with the group of people.

Until night fell, the sky of the snowy area was dyed with ink, as thick as ink, without a trace of starlight.

Not long after, the group passed by a patch of rocky and withered ground. They had already walked a mile or so, where there were clusters of short bamboos and a thick fog had just begun to rise.

The disciples of Zizhulin were in groups of three or four, making it even more difficult to tell the direction.

Looking around, I felt a strange and unknown atmosphere.

After walking for about half an hour, we saw a swamp in front of us. It was hidden in the thick fog and almost nothing could be seen.

Countless reeds swayed in the wind, and the water made a slight sound.

To a blind man, the scenery was of no concern. Perhaps the fog was too thick. He only knew that the air around him was almost wet, and even his clothes were soaked.

After Song Xing's instructions, he stopped uncontrollably and took a breath of cold, damp air. Even the root of his tongue could taste the slightly rotten smell of wood roots, mixed with a faint fishy smell of algae.

In addition, there were some rustling sounds, as if thousands of insects were crawling.

"Why are there so many black bamboos here..."

This group of people also arrived on their swords. Song Xing looked around and saw that the place was separated by thick fog. Only the rustling of very thin bamboo branches could be heard, and it seemed as if a few black shadows were outlined in the distant fog.

A gust of wind dissipated the fog, and only then did I see a huge insect belly, its outline half hidden in the night. Inside it were pitch-black bamboo sections, reaching straight into the clouds, exuding a creepy and weird look, extremely oppressive.

A group of disciples were shocked: "What is that?"

Mu Yuzhen raised his head and was also startled: "Could there be a sky spider here..."

A group of people stepped on the sword light and stopped at the bamboo tips, becoming extremely alert.

"According to the fragments of the Wuzang Shan Jing, there is a glacial river at the foot of Beichu Mountain. Its shadow is filled with mysterious water, which forms swamps and ponds. When the moon shines on it, the water evaporates and forms mirages."

Song Xing suddenly recited an obscure passage. Mu Yuzhen, who had joined later, was quite unfamiliar with this. He asked:

"Is something like a mirage considered a monster?"

Song Xing suddenly took out the Taiwei Instrument Plate, not noticing anything wrong, and said:

"This must be the result of a cold spring bubbling in the cracks of the mountain, the geothermal heat rising in response to the cold, and the ground not warming up at night, thus creating the strange phenomenon of the peaks covered in mist for a hundred miles."

Listening to the conversation of several people on the high place, Ning Xiusu suddenly felt something in his heart. Although he couldn't see, he knew what they were talking about.

The giant spider I saw at Luqiu that day was actually a mirage...

At this time, Mu Yuzhen praised again, "Big Sister is worthy of being Elder Ye's first disciple. She is truly knowledgeable and experienced."

Song Xing arched her brows slightly and pursed her lips. "Junior brother, you're too kind. The master's order to come to the rift is also a test. We must do more homework."

Zhou Fan, however, looked alert as he stared at the thick fog ahead: "From here to the foot of Beichu Mountain, isn't that the foothills and water marshes ahead?"

"That's right." Song Xing stepped on the measuring ruler and walked forward with the group.

Ning Xiusu's head was buzzing, and he followed like a puppet.

At this moment, a disciple of Zizhulin in Taoist robes caught a glimpse of a group of hanging corpses in the fog in the night. He immediately said with horror:

"Big Sister, look, there are so many monster corpses here."

Only then did Song Xing discover that there were countless mist-like spider webs hidden in the fog, and many dried corpses were hanging on them. Those corpses were already difficult to identify, but they had wings on their backs.

"It really is the small-headed green moth..."

Mu Yuzhen and a group of people followed. When they got closer, they could smell the fragrance of flowers and dew. They said:

"How come there's still a fragrance?"

Everyone looked towards the lake not far away, and countless corpses were vaguely visible in the fog.

Zhou Fan walked over and said, "This is emitted by the corpses. The silver powder under the wings of the small-headed green moth has a strange fragrance, and it must be stronger after death."

"Brother, look over here, there's..."

Someone else reminded them and pointed to the right front. Zhou Fan and Mu Yuzhen followed them a few steps closer and suddenly stopped in surprise. They saw that thick frost had formed on the muddy water and the water had frozen into thin ice.

A larger corpse, covered with a thin layer of snow.

The body was horribly decayed, and the two faces were broken into pieces that were difficult to distinguish, but it was still possible to tell that it was a face-peeling monster.