Take a fairy back to the city

This place is euphemistically called "Misty Illusion", and it is shrouded in a veil of mystery, which sounds beautiful.But for the creatures here, most of the areas are desolate, with various dangers lurking.

The night in the misty illusion is longer than the day, there is no moon at night, the temperature is relatively low, and it is gray everywhere, and the brilliance of stars cannot illuminate the earth.

A carriage was driving in the dark night, like a ghost moving through the thick fog, appearing and disappearing from time to time.When you look closely, you will find that it is in the air and does not touch the ground, but it has no so-called wings.It can gallop far away from the ground, thanks to the strength of the Yanmolie horse in front of it. I saw that this horse was red all over, with a pair of flaming eyes, a single black horn on its head, and its fur was pitch black. Only the occasional sound of the Luan bell echoed in the silent illusion.

The coachman can be vaguely seen waving his whip to drive ahead, and the huge car body disappears in the blink of an eye.

The Misty Illusion has a vast land and few people, and the number of humans is no more than a thousand.Anyone who comes in will suffer different degrees of backlash, including physical damage, mental damage, soul damage and so on.The stronger the power of the soul, the greater the damage received. In comparison, ordinary people receive less damage.

There are all kinds of creatures in the misty illusion, and most of them have bloodthirsty habits.In order to survive, people basically flocked to this area. Over time, the market became the busiest place in the illusion, and also the most popular place.There are many peace-loving fantasy creatures in the crowd. Their appearance is far from that of humans, but they are good at dealing with humans.

The carriage clanged into the market, and the crowds gathered.The flames on Yan Mo's feet were gone, and he landed on all fours like an ordinary horse.

Mo Xi pushed aside the curtain, stuck out his head to look left and right, with an excited expression on his face, if he hadn't been bound for three chapters, he would have disappeared a long time ago.

"Yanmo is here! Is Mr. Fan here?" The peddlers on the left and right were surprised when they saw the strong horse.

"If Moxi can come so late, Mr. Fan will definitely accompany him!"

"Mr. Fan! Mr. Fan!"

Everyone's emotions were high, and looking around, many of these people were disabled.Some have no arms, some are crippled, some are disfigured and need to wear masks, some are innocent but dull-looking and have internal problems, and there are also Russians who are also injured.This is the pain of backlash.Those who are intact are mostly their descendants, born in the ethereal vision.

Most people dress in modern styles, such as shirts, T-shirts, jeans, windbreakers, etc. Ancient clothing like Fan Canghai is rare, because Fan Canghai was transmitted in ancient times, and he kept it out of his own will. Follow your own preferences.The other people came in modern times, and those who came in earlier died long ago. No one can live for hundreds or thousands of years like Fan Canghai.

Most of the houses in the market are built of wood and stone, mostly one-story bungalows, and there are also three- and four-story buildings.There are also several quaint ancient Chinese buildings.There are shops on both sides of the street, and the categories are similar to those in the real world. People's basic necessities of life are nothing more than those, such as farmer's stores, small restaurants, tailor shops, small hotels, restaurants, etc.

Buying and selling commodities can be exchanged for gold, silver, jade, rare ores or real objects.Some ethereal creatures like to drink blood, and those who have no money can sell blood in exchange for what they need;

Ma Yan parked the horse aside, opened the curtain, and Mo Xi jumped out of the carriage immediately, followed by Fan Canghai.

When everyone saw Fan Canghai, they all looked at him with respect, and there was a lot of discussion among the crowd.Some eager people went forward and knelt down to him, Fan Canghai hurriedly picked them up one by one, and said: "Get up, don't perform such a grand ceremony."

"Mr. Fan, you are here! You are our great benefactor, please be respected by this old man!"

Fan Canghai hurriedly put his foot on the lame old man's knee to prevent him from going down, and the old man stopped forcing him when he saw this.

"Uncle Chen, is your home safe now?" Fan Canghai asked about his current situation by the way.

"Okay, okay, since my husband exorcised evil spirits for our family, the whole family is safe!"

Another person said: "Mr.'s spell is the most effective, and those monsters dare not come to make trouble." "The pain of backlash caused me unbearable pain, and I couldn't sleep at night. Thanks to the honey prepared by Mr., the situation has improved now!"

Fan Canghai's welcoming scene like this is obviously not uncommon. He has already prepared some talisman papers and distributed them to those in need, and everyone is scrambling to get them.

There are many people who are grateful to Dade, but there are also different voices.

A middle-aged man threw the yellow talisman paper on the ground with disdain, and said, "Mr. Fan's talisman is useless. If he really has a heart, he should give us a black talisman!"

The person next to him said: "Isn't it true that those monsters are getting higher and higher levels, ordinary spells are no longer effective, but his black spells are legends, have any of you seen them?"

"Forget it, forget it, there are anti-magic groups now! Come and catch as many as you can! This is the effective way to deal with them."

The so-called anti-demon group is the abbreviation of "anti-demon hunter organization". The three major families of demon hunters control all the Xuanmen clans in the real world, and the Duanmu clan is responsible for teleporting the targets into the ethereal illusion.In Misty Illusion, a person named Xu Wuzi organized scattered people to study how to fight against demon hunters, especially Duanmu, because they believed that Duanmu held the key to the door of Misty Illusion.

"That's right, after all, the anti-magic team has a large number of people, and Mr. Fan alone can't guarantee our safety!"

"And this Mr. Fan is becoming more and more reclusive. When was the last time I saw him?"

"It is said that because of the backlash, his technique has..."

"Bastard, who threw my elder brother Canghai's spell on the ground!" At this moment, Mo Xi's resounding and angry voice sounded, holding the spell that had just been thrown on the ground in his hand.The boy next to him also had a look of indignation, thinking that the young master had worked so hard to write the spell for them, but he just threw it away!Don't take it if you don't need it!

Those who spoke quickly shut their mouths.

"Say, who threw it? Do you know how hard it is for my brother to write a spell? Whoever threw it, come out and I promise I won't kill you!" Mo Xi became angry and spoke in an orderly manner.

Where did the one who threw the spell dare to come out, he was hiding in the crowd and trembling!

The talisman in Mo Xi's hand was taken away by someone, and it was Fan Canghai.He went straight to those people and said, "The talisman is still usable, please don't throw it away casually. Can you tell me how many phantom creatures have been captured by the anti-magic group?"

In this situation, everyone looked at each other and dared not answer.

Fan Canghai smiled slightly, and said: "This is the homeland of the illusory creatures. In the final analysis, we humans are the guests. How can the guests arrest the master? We just haven't found a reasonable way to communicate with it. We arrest it for the sake of the owner." What humans use is not a long-term solution, so I advise you not to get involved in the anti-magic group."

Someone summoned up his courage and said, "Mr. Fan, you are the Great Immortal Master. We are just ordinary people, and we are their prey at all times! If there is no strong organization to protect us, how would you let us live?"

"Yes, Mr. Fan, you have always started to hide from the world, and we will not even have anyone to look forward to in the future."

Fan Canghai smiled and said, "Who says I've escaped the world?"

Everyone couldn't answer again, because it was all rumored.

The lame old man Chen stabbed his cane passionately, and said: "Mr. Fan will definitely protect us, don't listen to rumors, the anti-magic team, hey, although Chen did all kinds of evil in the real world, but now seeing the anti-magic team The method of the group is also shuddering!"

Some people wanted to oppose this old man Chen immediately, but they swallowed it after thinking about it, but none of them stood up to agree with old man Chen.

Seeing this, Fan Canghai said: "I understand everyone's hatred for outside demon hunters. The suffering they have suffered today is all caused by them. Some people are more guilty than this, but they will never be reborn here forever. But Fan still feels that , This is a new world, just like this big market, isn’t it still prosperous with everyone’s joint efforts? Once you come, you will be safe, and the way to survive is to coexist with the ethereal and illusory creatures.”

"Yes, Mr. Fan is right!" Some people began to agree, "If we can create one market, we can create a second market!"

"You put it lightly, how many of us humans are there? Isn't one thousand enough? Are you hoping that the Duanmu clan will send more people in, or are you desperately trying to survive?"

As soon as the words came out, everyone almost started arguing like booing.

Old Uncle Chen tried his best to stick his cane again, and shouted: "Everyone be quiet, Mr. Fan finally came here today, let's listen to the advice of the immortal master more, and don't make a lot of noise there."

A strong man with an empty sleeve came out and said: "Mr. Fan, Liao was also a member of the Taoist sect, and he knew something about the Taoist tradition thousands of years ago. At that time, the three masters of the Xuanjie were the great immortal masters that everyone envied. The magic skills are superb, and they are immortal. In the end, they were all sent in and became the current three masters of the illusion." When the former monk said this, the eight-foot man was a little choked up, and he continued: "Mr. "Taoist Classics" was derogated as a "magic fairy" to warn future generations that the variables must be unimaginable! No matter what, since the three of you are in the misty illusion, why didn't you join forces to break this situation? I heard that the son of the demon god Has the ability to tear time and space, Mr. Fan, is this true? How did the backlash hurt you?"

The crowd was very quiet, everyone was waiting for Fan Canghai's next words, because this was a serious issue related to fate.

When it comes to the "Three Heroes of the Mysterious World", Fan Canghai's expression is a little gloomy, that is a name that bears the burden of thousands of years...

In the ancient locust tree house, there was an oil lamp on the table, the faint sound of guitar playing and singing wafted in and the occasional dry cough, Mu Yunfeng tried his best to pretend not to hear, flipping through the thread-bound book in his hand.

This is an old thread-bound book. The pages are torn and yellowed, and the handwriting can barely be read. Mu Yunfeng rubbed the calligraphy brush on it. The strong and powerful calligraphy belonged to Fan Canghai.

He tried hard to see the content clearly, but he was forced to give up due to his lack of understanding of traditional Chinese characters and classical Chinese.At the same time, I secretly scolded myself that the Chinese department is so poor, I have to study hard and improve every day when I go back!

Then I imagined Fan Canghai writing with a brush in his hand, and thought, he must be lonely in this kind of place for hundreds of years...

Thousands of years ago, there were three god-like figures in the mysterious world. They cultivated to be immortal, but each of them had their own merits in their skills.

Mo Xi, the son of the demon god, is a descendant of the dog god. He has the constitution of immortality, but he can combine the mystical and ghost arts without repelling each other. With strong strength, he becomes the demon king who leads the demon god world.Legend has it that he has the ability to tear space and time.

Han Yufei, Taoist patriarch of Xuanmen, sticks to morality all his life, has insight into yin and yang, and cultivates the art of immortality.

Fan Canghai, a Taoist celebrity, communicated with the immeasurable void, with powerful soul power, and practiced the art of immortality.

The three are all young talents, known as the "Three Heroes of the Mysterious World", they are famous all over the world, and everyone knows them.And it was these three fairy-like characters who all entered the misty illusion and became the "Three Heroes of the Illusion".

Everyone in Misty Illusion knows that there are three gods here, and they hope to place high hopes on them.But everyone who comes in will suffer from "Backlash", the stronger the soul power, the greater the damage, and it's hard for them to imagine how much the damage is!

Fan Canghai sighed secretly, thinking that this question is really difficult to answer, so tell them how we have been hurt?Isn't that to die?How can they understand the heaven-defying ability of the son of the demon god?Don't look at all the victims present, in fact, before entering Misty Illusion, they were all criminals identified by the demon hunter!The demon hunter family can exist for thousands of years, and they must have the morals they uphold. It is not too much to send criminals who endanger society to the ethereal illusion.People like them don't need to know too much.

Just as Fan Canghai was thinking about how to skip this question, a drunk man pushed his way through the crowd and fell in.I saw that he was unkempt and looked like a beggar at first glance.Wearing a gray-black robe, the clothes are disheveled, and a sword wrapped in rags is stuck in the belt.

"You...don't listen to his nonsense..." The beggar-like drunk man seemed to be in his 30s, with a beard so unshaven that he couldn't even see his face clearly, he said drunkenly, "don't listen to his nonsense...what are the three masters of the illusion... ...Sanjie the shit, drink...drink..." He raised the jug and poured it into his mouth with a splash, pouring the wine all over his face, and the smell of alcohol made everyone shy away.

"Zang Yiyou is taking his life!" Mo Xi chased the drunk man with a wooden sword, and beat him unceremoniously, "You drank all my pocket money again! The more you drink my Less pocket money! You bastard!"

These two people chased each other and hid in the middle of the crowd, confusing the serious atmosphere. Those who were expecting the answer were very depressed. Some people wanted to continue asking, but they heard the sound of gongs beating in the distance. Everyone's attention is focused there.

A carriage pulling a huge iron cage came from a distance. From a distance, several grotesque and ethereal illusion creatures were locked in the iron cage. There were a few thick men driving the carriage forward. Loud.

"That's the Anti-Magic Team!"

"They caught the monster again!"

"The anti-magic team is still strong!"

"The one who catches the Duanmu family is called a hero!"

"incredible!"

The crowd was furious, and many people began to pick up stones and throw them into the iron cage. Those creatures curled up with their heads in their arms. A long snake with wings...

Mo Xi, who was wielding a wooden sword and beating someone, heard the sound and immediately revealed an angry face. He was about to turn around and change his target, but someone grabbed his arm. It was his brother Canghai.

"What do you want?"

Mo Xi pouted, with an expression of about to cry, and struggled silently with her arms, but couldn't break free from Fan Canghai's shackles.

"Fool, do you really want to save them?" Fan Canghai saw his intentions and grabbed him tightly.

People's support for the Anti-Magic Group exceeded Fan Canghai's expectation, which made his uneasiness deepen. He looked at the prison car going away, his brows were tightly furrowed.

Mu Yunfeng blocked his ears with his fingers, because he didn't want to hear the man below sing anymore. He had been singing all night, and he sang the same song again and again, endlessly.

"Who is this man singing for? Get out of here! There are no beauties here." Mu Yunfeng muttered with a sad face.

"I admire his infatuation, but he is challenging my patience!"

Mu Yunfeng couldn't bear it anymore, he quietly moved to the other side of the room, opened the window, and finally saw the figure of that person, a round and black figure, and he couldn't see more details.Judging by the size, it vaguely looks like a pocket-sized person, like Ma Yan.

Could it be that he came to look for Ma Yan?Express your heart to Ma Yan?Too bad he didn't pick the right time.After singing for so long, why didn't he just call Ma Yan?What a waste of time!This man also smelled of alcohol, and he could smell it in a radius of tens of meters. He must be a wretched uncle!

He suddenly thought of Fan Canghai, he also likes to drink, but he never smelled too much alcohol on him, why?Mu Yunfeng became very interested in this question, wondering if he would cover it up with magic?Does he have a clean freak?So care about taste?

appreciate?Mu Yunfeng's face felt hot for no reason, and he sat on the ground with weak legs and feet, and took out something from his trouser pocket, Fan Canghai's handkerchief.It was the handkerchief he used to wipe his face when he rescued himself from the trap.

"Dirty, here you go."

Mu Yunfeng was surprised that he accepted it without any hesitation at that time, without any complicated emotions...

He put the handkerchief to his nose, took a deep breath, the faint scent of sandalwood, his smell...

"My love is in full swing..." The singing voice under the tree suddenly pulled the young man back to reality, and finally remembered that there were still problems that had not been resolved.

It is about ten meters away from where Mu Yunfeng is to the person under the tree. If you throw something down, the success rate is quite high.So he looked around the room, searched and searched, and finally found three short wooden sticks, and he showed a sinister smile.

"Hmph, let's see where you are going!"

Aim, use force, throw, and with a "boom", the man's head was literally hit hard!

The playing and singing stopped abruptly, and the man shook his head and froze.Mu Yunfeng thought he should leave wisely.

Unexpectedly, he just paused, and after coughing, he began to play and sing again: "My love for you is like the wine of a drunk house, full of fragrance and mellow; my love for you is like the honey of ancient locust tree, the more it is brewed, the sweeter it becomes... ..."

"I'll wipe..." Mu Yunfeng cursed, wondering if this person has a brain disorder, so he can't understand such an obvious refusal?Girls hate nagging guys the most.How right he was to drive away this mindless guy for Ma Yan!

Well, I have plenty of sticks!

"Boom" hit again, Mu Yunfeng wanted to admire his eyes, this is the tenth ring!

However, he only stopped for a short while, and continued his singing tenaciously: "My love for you..."

"Love love love your sister!" Mu Yunfeng roared in his heart, but he didn't dare to shout out because Fan Canghai couldn't tell for sure.

His hand holding the last wooden stick was trembling, and he thought that he would open the door and go out if he knocked another stick, no matter what kind of monster he is!