"This is the breath of magical powers? It's not right, but it's not the Tao fruit..."

Pressing his heart lightly, Yang Yu seemed to be thinking.

Under the hazy night, a thin layer of mist that is difficult to see with the naked eye covers the manor, but naturally it cannot be hidden from Yang Yu's eyes.

This layer of mist is similar to the black mist he once saw when the evil seal was suppressed in Ghost Villa, but it is much thinner and clearer than the previous one.

Although it can also block people's vision and sense, it does not have that strange feeling.

Not supernatural powers, not Taoist fruits?

What would that be?

Yang Yu was thinking in his heart, but he was not afraid. He shook his black robe and jumped onto the treetops of the old tree before the manor. While looking around, the four-syllable bow was already in his palm.

He dared not careless about anything related to the Taoist power.

However, with the experience of Ghost Villa, he could vaguely guess the effect of this invisible mist in the naked eye.

"In Ghost Villa, with the power of the evil seal, you can only stir up the wind and rain in the black fog. If you get out of Ghost Villa, it will be useless. But I don't believe it, you will be an exception."

Looking around, Yang Yu didn't care. He took a black iron arrow, slowly pulled the bow, and sneered:

"If you can't see it, what's the obstacle? Let's see who can't stand it first!"

...

...

Huh!

The mist is like the wind, and it spreads to the entire manor from the courtyard.

In the middle of it, Mu Huan was shocked. Such thin fog was more obscured than the night. He looked at it and couldn't even see the house several feet away.

The two altars were so hazy that they were almost disappearing.

“That’s…”

He looked at the altar and saw that on the altar, the Miao Maharaoh walked in a series of steps, wandering unsteadily. As he walked, the hazy mist was stirred, making gusts of wind and a sound of explosion.

Looking closely, the steps are strictly abiding by a certain direction, rising and falling like a Big Dipper, jumping like a star projectile, and swaying like a meteor.

Full of ancient beauty.

"Yu Bu!"

Mu Huan was shocked.

The footwork method of the Yu Trail Sect has its own heritage and is also in the teachings. However, he has also seen other people perform it, but he is just a light skill in one sect.

But when walking between the altars, it seems extremely old and ancient.

This made him feel thrilled. According to legend, Yubu was used by Taoists to make a method, to call the wind and rain, and to communicate with gods.

Is this true?

"The way to start the altar, step on the gang and fight, is this a magical power? No, no, it is more like the nine-door magic method in the teaching..."

Mu Huanqiang was so energetic that he murmured in his heart.

Although he is not the nine direct lineage of Liansheng Sect, he is in a high position and has no less secrets than his direct lineage.

It’s just that I can’t access the “Nine Great Magical Methods” that are the core of Liansheng Sect.

But being unable to contact does not mean that he has no understanding of these things. On the contrary, both him, Qi Longsheng and even the helmsman of other state prefectures are extremely jealous of them.

At this moment, this old guy started to do something wrong.

If this is really similar to the nine great magical methods, even the weaker methods are incalculable.

If I could get...

Mu Huan's heart was moved, he withdrew his gaze and asked:

"A few brothers, how dare you ask what the altar is? But the legendary..."

The voice came to an abrupt end.

At some point, the two Taoists had arrived on both sides of themselves.

"Two Dao brothers?"

Mu Huan's heart skipped a beat.

"Before the altar, there are no idle people waiting. Master Mu should understand this principle, right?"

An old Taoist spoke hoarsely.

"That's exactly what it means."

Miaoyun also nodded slightly, and looked at Mu Huan's eyes and seemed cold.

In this world, there are not many people who have a good impression of the Psycho Church, so he is naturally not one of them. On the contrary, he has extremely disgusted with these pagans.

Because of this, even when the Taoist temple's life gate was pinched, they still refused to join forces with these people to ambush Qi Gang, but instead wanted to do it themselves.

Seeing this person seemingly recognized the altar, how could he resist it?

"What do you want to do?!"

Mu Huan's face changed, and his internal energy was about to rise.

However, after ten days of pursuit and escape, his blood and internal breath had fallen to the bottom. Although his movements were still fast, how could he escape from two masters who were not inferior to him?

In almost the blink of an eye, the two of them had already pressed to the ground, accompanied by a few crisp "clicks" sounds, and their limbs were removed.

The straight eyes of the Skylark looked straight, which was too decisive.

"Kill it."

The old Taoist swept the dust and was about to kill him.

"not busy."

Old Taoist Miaoyun raised his hand to catch the whisk, looked at Mu Huan, and said lightly:

"I heard that when a person from Liansheng Sect is caught and interrogated, he will commit suicide as soon as possible? I want to take a look..."

"...The thief's way, the thief's way! Those who betray their faith will not die well!"

Mu Huan vomited blood in anger, and his eyes were a little black.

Unexpectedly, I ran away for more than ten days, and even the Yang Yu could not catch up with him, but instead fell into the hands of these two old Taoists.

I was shocked and angry in my heart.

"treachery?"

Taoist Miaoyun laughed:

"When you talk about treason, have you ever given us some information?"

His laughter was cold.

He didn't know Yang Yu, but he had heard of Xiao Zhan's name.

What else can Mu be the only one who can kill Xiao Zhan without saying a word?

If they have no means, wouldn’t they return to heaven on the same day?

It's ridiculous to talk about treason.

"The way of thief, the way of thief!"

Mu still wanted to roar, but he was heavily whipped, and half of his face was almost torn off. He whimpered in pain, wriggling like maggots.

"Want to expose your location?"

The old Taoist Miaoyun sneered, stopped talking, and just protected himself in front of the altar.

call!

suck!

In the fog, the Miaofa Lao Taoist stepped forward, neither fast nor slow, but followed his movements, an inexplicable aura spread out.

Taoist art is not a magical power.

It is necessary to communicate with the "divine seed" through various secret magic tricks before it can be activated, and the size of the range is far from comparable to the legend.

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"I am afraid that even if it is not the five levels, the difference is almost the same. I wonder if I can resist the old Taoist's 'Divine Peak Demon Suppression Order'..."

The old Taoist thought leisurely.

He had been taught the Mo Yun Ling for nearly fifty years and had not really used it. As a result, he had lived in the mountains for a long time and rarely encountered enemies.

Secondly, it is quite expensive to arrange the altar.

Therefore, he was still looking forward to the enemy's attack, and showed his power of Taoism. At least, the junior brothers would not use any martial arts to compare his Taoism.

‘But, the Jinyiwei is a person from the court, and it is not good to kill him. Well, beat him half to death first, and then talk about the others…’
To be continued...