Looking at the deserted mountain with mist in front of him, Zhang Heng asked in disbelief: "Are you sure the 'secret land' is here?"

Fan Lin also had the same expression, looking like he had seen a ghost.

The barren mountain in front of you is called the "Dead Fog Mountain". When ordinary monks enter this, they will go without returning. Over time, this place has become a well-known forbidden area within a radius of thousands of miles, and even the monks will not enter it. Even if a powerful Nascent Soul master enters it, he finds that there is no spiritual energy and no grass grows, and he loses interest.

"Yes, it's here."

The old man surnamed Chai was quite sure of the Tao, and his spiritual consciousness occasionally glanced around, for fear that some high-level monks would pass by here, which disrupted his plan to open the "secret land".

Master Bailian nodded repeatedly and said in surprise: "Ghost mist mountain is indeed here. To a certain extent, this place is within the sphere of influence of the 'hou family'. We must enter the mountains faster to prevent the night from getting too long and dreaming."

"Then let's go in quickly..."

Zhang Heng knew that the "Hou Family" mentioned by Master Bailian was the family where the Jiedan-stage monk named Hou Yu was located, and it was also the largest cultivation family in the territory of the "Jade Buddha Temple".

"Junior brother, it's better for you to lead the way!"

The old man surnamed Chai snorted coldly, looking at his junior brother with a hint of badness.

Master Bailian ignored the expression of the old man surnamed Chai and said lightly: "I should lead you into this 'Ghost Fog Mountain'..."

Zhang Heng and Fan Lin showed surprise, but did not speak much, and followed Master Bailian closely with the old man surnamed Chai.

The four of them stepped on the escape light and flew towards the "Ghost Fog Mountain" at an ordinary speed.

As soon as he entered the "Ghost Fog Mountain", Zhang Heng found that the fog around was still grayish-white, but it had not yet flew for hundreds of meters. He found that the fog around not only did not disappear, but also the color was gradually deepening.

The surrounding ghost fog has a certain degree of obstacle to the cultivator's spiritual consciousness. At the beginning, Zhang Heng's spiritual consciousness could extend for more than a hundred miles, but in a short while, it could only extend for more than ten miles.

As for the several monks in the Kalpa stage beside him, his spiritual consciousness can only scan the range of one or two miles at most, and the distance is still shrinking.

"This mountain is really weird. There is no spiritual energy on the mountain, but it can produce such a strange fog. Flying for a while, even a high-level monk may get lost."

Zhang Heng was secretly surprised. It was his first time to come to "Ghost Fog Mountain" and felt that this place was indeed very strange.

As the fog in the mountains became thicker and thicker, ten meters away, it was difficult to see objects. Even Zhang Heng could only see objects within ten meters. If he was a little further away, he would not see so clearly.

At this moment, Master Bailian suddenly stopped and gave Zhang Heng a wink.

Zhang Heng showed a look of pride and nodded to him.

The old man surnamed Chai and Fan Lin also had their eyes fixed on Master Bailian.

For a moment, the atmosphere became tight and people from both sides remained silent.

Master Bailian smiled faintly and took out a characteristic yellow storage bag from his arms. The material of this storage bag is very special. Although it does not show any luster effect, Zhang Heng felt a distant atmosphere from the ancient times from it.

When he saw Master Bailian take out this storage bag, the old man surnamed Chai was stunned, and then he was shocked and said, "It turned out to be the Qiankun bag that was passed down from ancient times?"

In a blink of an eye, the old man surnamed Chai stared at Master Bailian with burning eyes, without any concealing the greed in his expression.

"Cankun Bag!"

Fan Lin also showed shock, resisted the idea of ​​taking the treasure, and his eyes were locked on the Qiankun bag.

"It's just a copy of the 'Qiankun Bag', what's the point of making a fuss about it."

Master Bailian glanced at the idiot with his eyes looking at the idiots.

Zhang Heng looked at the "Qiankun Bag" in the hands of Master Bailian for a few happy eyes and found that this item was indeed very different from ordinary storage bags.

Qiankun Bag is the legendary treasure. In the records of the Three Star Domain, some say that this thing is an existence at the level of "spiritual magic weapon", while others say that it is the treasure of the fairy world.

In any case, Qiankun Bag is a very powerful auxiliary magic weapon, and its power is even beyond the limit that ordinary cultivators can imagine.

"My imitation 'Qiankun Bag' is an ancient treasure passed down from ancient times. It has no attack ability. Its only function is to store items. Otherwise, I will not be able to drive treasures of the level of spiritual magic weapon or above."

Master Bailian is neither salty nor light.

The old man surnamed Fan Lin and Chai couldn't help but look disappointed, but they still looked at the imitation "Qiankun Bag" in front of them with unwillingness. Although Master Bailian explained it very reasonably, he could not completely dispel their greed and lucky hearts.

"I'm going to take out that 'waste spirit treasure' now."

Master Bailian walked to Zhang Heng's side, closed his eyes, and made strange magic tricks on his hands. Red lights overflowed from his body, forming a pattern of Tai Chi Yin and Yang.

At the same time, he silently recited some mantras in his mouth, and a special wave arose.

Buzz! At some point, the pattern of Tai Chi Yin and Yang trembled suddenly and was beaten to the imitation "Qiankun Bag" by Master Bailian.

Suddenly, dazzling colorful rays bloomed on the Qiankun bag. With the birth of a space fluctuation, a fiery red token appeared in the hand of Master Bailian.

The token is dark red, about the size of an adult's slap. It is dull and dull, like a dead object, with several conspicuous words engraved on the token:

Hundred Refining Order.

If you observe this object with your spiritual consciousness, you will find that it is completely impossible to penetrate the object. Even Zhang Heng's spiritual consciousness cannot penetrate the object in half, and you can feel a vague force of resistance.

Master Bailian just took out this thing, and the old man surnamed Chai and Fan Lin both showed their intentions and were even on the verge of an outbreak.

Once there is a turbulence, both of them may attack suddenly, snatch the "waste spirit treasure" and imitate Qiankun bag from the hands of Master Bailian.

There was a few sneers on the corner of Zhang Heng's mouth, and even the idea of ​​killing these two people!

But the next moment, Zhang Heng suddenly frowned slightly, his heart trembled suddenly, and the idea of ​​killing people disappeared in an instant.

The three masters of Bailian did not notice Zhang Heng's abnormality. At this moment, the four of them were in a situation where dry firewood and fiery fire were about to come into contact.

The situation is extremely urgent.

"This is the useless spiritual treasure, and it is also a necessary thing to open the "secret land".

After a moment of silence, Master Bailian slowly began to say.

Zhang Heng's face showed a solemn look for the first time, his body was slightly tense, and his attention was not all on the old man surnamed Chai and Fan Lin, as if he was guarding against something.

At this moment, a long roar came from the sky above the four people. At the same time, a huge spiritual pressure fell from the sky, and the powerful aura of the Nascent Soul cultivator suddenly suppressed the three masters of Bailian.

"Haha... I finally waited for me!"

Before the person arrives, the sound arrives first.

"Nasty Soul Stage..."

In addition to Zhang Heng, the three cultivators in the Kalpa stage, including Master Bailian, all showed horror and couldn't help but exclaim.

boom!

A figure shrouded in the blue light landed in front of Zhang Heng and the other two. Before this person showed his face, he approached the Bailian Master who held the "destroyed spirit treasure".

The opponent first took the initiative, and the speed of attack was extremely fast. Master Bailian didn't even have time to defend, and he was about to lose his life at the hands of this person.

At this moment, a silver light flashed, and Zhang Heng took a light punch at the figure shrouded in the blue light.

The figure originally planned to resist Zhang Heng's punch, but at the critical moment, he felt a crisis, so he turned his hand to Master Bailian to the side, blocking Zhang Heng's punch.

As the fists and palms interweave, a loud bang made, and half of the ghost fog around was dispersed.

After the chaos, an old man with white hair appeared in front of Zhang Heng and the others. The man had a rosy face, a layer of green halo flowing on his body. One hand hangs slightly, and he looked at Zhang Heng, who was calm and composed on the other side in surprise.

"Uncle Hou Shi!"

Fan Lin, who had reacted, recognized the person at a glance and said in surprise.

"Senior Hou..."

The old man surnamed Chai also opened his mouth slightly, and a trace of helplessness and worry appeared in his eyes.

Zhang Heng didn't need to guess that this person was the head of the "Hou Family", Hou Bo, a long-famous Nascent Soul cultivator. At the same time, Zhang Heng also killed the other party's nephew Hou Yu several years ago.

Zhang Heng and the other two were a little puzzled by the sudden arrival of this person. Judging from the other party's meaning, it seemed that they had been waiting for the rabbit here for a long time.

Master Bailian stood beside Zhang Heng with a wry smile on his face. He didn't feel too strange about the sudden arrival of Hou Bo, the Nascent Soul cultivator.

After all, this "Ghost Fog Mountain" is within the sphere of influence of the "Hou Family", and it is also a high probability that Hou Bo will discover the hidden secrets.

"I didn't expect that there was a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage hidden in this crowd. I'm considered to be a mistake."

Hou Bo was wearing a moon-white robe, his clothes were spotless, and his white beard was very neatly stroked. He was probably a person with a cleanliness. He was looking at Zhang Heng a few meters away, his energetic eyes narrowed slightly, his brilliance was overflowing, and his brilliance was exuding a forceful pressure.

"Mid-stage of Nascent Soul..."

Zhang Heng sighed lightly. The other party was obviously a monk at the peak of the mid-stage Nascent Soul, and his strength should not be underestimated.

Zhang Heng was also a little sorry for this: his clone was dealing with the "Fan family" at this moment, not just killing Fan Hua, it was too late to come.

If Zhang Heng's clone is here, it would be like an extra cultivator in the early stage of the Nascent Soul stage. In that case, you will be very sure of Hou Bo, who is at the peak of the midst of the Nascent Soul stage.

"I don't think this is the case, I will share the treasures in the "secret land" with me. How about we open June 4th?"

Hou Bo smiled slightly at Zhang Heng.

As soon as this statement was made, the other monks in the Kalpa Stage's faces changed drastically.

"Uncle Hou Shi, I will never be able to use it. This person is the murderer who killed your nephew Hou Yu!"

In desperation, Fan Lin exclaimed. (To be continued. If you want to know what happens next, please log in.readnovel., more chapters, support the author, and support genuine reading!)
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