The Divine Doctor and Adorable Consort: The Demonic Emperor is Too Cunning

Why would this person go to such lengths to create this miasma? Is it to hide a secret?

What secret lies behind this? Could there be a Lanwu Yuzhi?

At the same time, Xuan Zhu also sighed. If he had known earlier that so much miasma had been created here, he should have brought Xuan Huang with him.

This magic array is very difficult for him, but it should be easy for that kid.

Dealing with the miasma itself isn't difficult; the real challenge lies in the fact that rashly entering and triggering the magic array within would undoubtedly be fraught with danger.

If any unforeseen circumstances arise, their entire mission may be in vain.

While Xuanzhu and the others were pondering how to break the miasma, a group of men in black with fang-like masks arrived at the small river in Jingzhi County.

The group of black-clad men with fangs and masks carried a huge black coffin. The coffin lid was carved with a giant blue-faced, fanged mask, as if a demon were hiding inside.

Upon reaching the riverbank, the group actually carried the black coffin into the water.

The stream was narrow, but just wide enough to accommodate the black coffin.

The black coffin was covered with countless tiny holes, so it sank quickly after being placed in the water.

At the same time, the blood-red river water poured into these tiny holes.

The feeling was as if the coffin was sucking blood at a visible speed, making the scene particularly eerie.

Perhaps because it was soaked in the blood-red river water, the color of the coffin quickly changed, and the originally black coffin began to show a hint of red.

After the coffin's color changed, the coffin, which had been sinking, stopped sinking and suddenly started moving, going upstream against the current, heading straight for the small river.

That scene looked as if a stream was flowing backwards; it was incredibly bizarre.

If a timid person saw this scene, they would probably be scared to death.

As the coffin traveled upstream, its color gradually turned redder, eventually becoming almost identical to the color of the river—the same blood-red hue.

Only after the coffin began to float upwards did the group of men in black with fangs and masks show expressions of relief, and they immediately followed the coffin upwards.

The coffin kept drifting against the current, and soon it floated to the front of the white mist and miasma.

The presence of this miasma made the river appear as if it had been blocked in the middle.

However, the dense, almost tangible miasma seemed to have no effect on the coffin at all; it suddenly disappeared into the miasma.

At that moment, Xuan Zhu and his group were still discussing how to break the miasma formation.

Luo Qianmo was sitting on a large rock when he suddenly noticed something unusual and his gaze abruptly turned toward the crimson river.

In that very instant, the coffin passed through the miasma and disappeared without a trace.

Therefore, Luo Qianmo did not notice this scene.

However, his deep, dark eyes cautiously scanned the surroundings for a long time. For some reason, he had just felt a chilling and sinister aura that seemed strangely familiar, as if he had encountered it somewhere before.

Soon, Luo Qianmo thought of that person, the one who had injured him with a single punch, the one whose whole body exuded yin and evil energy, the Blue-Faced Fang Lord.

He would never forget that person's scent.

Over the years, although he has always been in life-or-death situations, this is the first time he has suffered such a great loss.

If it weren't for the Silverwing Armor, he would probably be dead by now.

Fang Qingyou also sensed an extremely strange aura, but when her gaze fell on the small river, she found that it was still the same blood-red color as before, still and without a ripple, as if it had always been like this, as if nothing had ever happened.

However, she always felt that something had changed, that something was different.

But what exactly it was, she didn't know.

Just as Fang Qingyou was looking away in confusion, she happened to meet Luo Qianmo's gaze. Meeting his deep and beautiful dark eyes, she immediately turned her head away in nervousness.

Luo Qianmo naturally noticed her flustered expression.

Suddenly, a faint, wicked smile appeared on her thin, beautiful lips.

Although that blue-faced, fanged lord deserved to die, he was still somewhat useful. His existence allowed Fang Qingyou and me to have a few days alone together, and also gave us the time we spend together day and night now.

However, if he wanted to express his gratitude to this blue-faced, fanged lord, he felt that letting him suffer unbearable pain would be a better way to convey his thanks.

Recalling the scenes in that cave that day, it seemed like it had just happened, and Luo Qianmo felt as if Fang Qingyou's warm body temperature still lingered in his heart.

At that time, she rubbed her hands together to warm his body.

These memories made Luo Qianmo's originally dark eyes clear, and a gentle smile appeared in his eyes and brows.

Fang Qingyou could feel the intense gazes fixed on her, but she deliberately pretended to be wooden and showed no reaction whatsoever.

After yesterday's events, her fear of Luo Qianmo had reached an unprecedented level.

If she could, she would never want to be alone with him again, and never want to see him again.

If this can resolve everything, perhaps it would be better for her to find a secluded paradise where he can't find her?

Daytime turned into night, and nighttime turned into day.

"Bam—"

Fang Qingyou was awakened by a loud explosion in the early morning.

Fang Qingyou was about to go out of the tent to see what was going on when Yuefei came in and explained to her that it was the noise made by Xuanzhu and Xuanlan when they were breaking the miasma formation.

Fang Qingyou finally felt relieved.

She didn't understand the mysterious things that magic arrays required Qimen Dunjia and relied on the power of stars; to her, they were like a fantasy world.

Around noon, the miasma formation was finally broken.

Or, more accurately, it was temporarily restrained.

When Luo Qianmo, Fang Qingyou, and their group entered the miasma formation, the miasma disappeared for a moment, but this disappearance did not last long before it returned to its original thickness.

However, this time allowed the group to successfully pass through the miasma layer.

"Boom—" After passing through the miasma layer, another explosion sounded, and the lush, dense trees in front of us finally connected with the previous scenery.

However, when I turned to look behind me, all I saw was a thick white miasma.