Has the Aura Mask disintegrated?

When this speculation surfaced in Fang Yan's mind, he couldn't help but make Fang Yan's heart happy.

But then Fang Yan couldn't laugh.

As time passed, the elegant middle-aged hermit in front of him actually gave Fang Yan an unfathomable feeling.

That cultivation that is only through the Xuan seems to be just an appearance, and its actual strength has been able to turn the clouds and rain.

As soon as this thought came to mind, Fang Yan immediately couldn't control his thoughts anymore, and his eyes couldn't stop looking at the middle-aged hermit.

At this glance, it seems more and more unfathomable.

Especially the other party's method, which seemed to be able to hide himself in another dimension and be fearless in harm, simply made Fang Yan salivate.

If you can really worship under such a high person, it seems that it is not bad?

This thought suddenly flashed in Fang Yan's mind, but she didn't feel that there was anything wrong at all.

If Fang Yan was awake at this moment, she would feel that the necklace around her neck from the Hailing Fairy was flickering with a soft light on the pendant, trying to make Fang Yan sober up.

It is precisely because of this that Fang Yan's performance at the moment is much better than Yan Xiu.

At this moment, Yan Xiu's eyes were no longer focused, and his eyes looking at the middle-aged hermit were full of eagerness, as if the other party was a master of cultivation.

The look of hope and longing on his face was already the same as that of the monks who had come to "congratulate" them in front of them.

He was taking a firm step towards the figure of a middle-aged hermit.

At this moment, the middle-aged hermit had already come out of another space and stood on the spot, looking at Yan Xiu with a look of covetousness and satisfaction in his eyes.

"These two have been walking in the heart-covering mist for so long, and they think that they have absorbed a considerable amount of mist, but this person's eyes are still hesitant except for a little foggy?"

The middle-aged hermit's gaze was a little suspicious when it fell on Fang Yan.

That's right, the mist is not an ordinary mist, but a kind of mist that the middle-aged hermit refines with the desires and emotions in the hearts of the monks who came to "congratulate", and was named the Covering Heart Phantom Mist.

To deal with those low-level cultivators, he didn't even need to take action himself, just releasing a slight trace of mist, and he was already able to influence those monks.

It's like the situation when Fang Yan and Yan Xiu sneaked into the Ten Thousand Stars Sect in the starry night and met the bull-eyed monks.

Under Fang Yan and Yan Xiu's gaze and divine sense, they didn't even catch such a trace of weird mist, only feeling that the bull's-eyed monk and the others were negotiating with the air.

You can see how terrible and terrifying this fog is.

It is precisely because of this that the middle-aged hermit cherishes this thing very much on weekdays, and is easily reluctant to release much.

He had long known that the constant disappearance of the "Hexi" monks would inevitably attract the attention of the high-ranking monks. Therefore, these heart-covering illusion fogs that he was reluctant to use on weekdays were specially used by him to deal with the high-ranking monks who broke into here.

And just now, after Fang Yan and Yan Xiu inhaled a large amount of mist, they were not blinded by it on the spot, which had already shocked the middle-aged hermit.

So he appeared to negotiate with Fang Yan and them, in order to delay time and wait for the disillusionment fog to attack.

But who knew that after delaying for a long time, he didn't wait for the desired result, but waited for an attack from the two.

As a last resort, the middle-aged hermit had to pay a great price to temporarily hide his figure in another dimension......

However, fortunately, Fang Yan and Yan Xiu seemed to have finally done it under the influence of the heart-covering illusion fog.

The middle-aged hermit's heart was slightly relieved, and the greed on his face became more and more intense.

With Fang Yan and Yan Xiu's cultivation and pure mana, it was bound to be of great help to him.

Thinking that the time he was in here was approaching, the middle-aged hermit's face couldn't help but become anxious.

At this moment, all of a sudden, the middle-aged hermit's covetous gaze that was originally looking at Fang Yan gradually cracked.

"Such a weak and vulnerable person, I actually released a heart-covering mist just now, what am I doing?"

For some reason, the middle-aged hermit suddenly had such a thought, and then looked at Fang Yan with extremely disgust.

The middle-aged hermit, with his extremely hot gaze, was full of greed when his heart fell on Yan Xiu.

"Come on, come on, like those people, give me all your emotions, and only one emotion is hatred, and become my powerful weapon......"

The middle-aged hermit couldn't help but have such a strong expectation in his heart, after all, the highest cultivation of the monks he had been able to contact before was only about to build a foundation.

A monk like Yan Xiu in the Xuan Period, don't even think about it.

Therefore, in the face of a prey sent to the door like Yan Xiu, how could he not be greedy and excited in his heart.

Just when the happiness in the middle-aged hermit's heart was about to reach its peak, Yan Xiu, who had already walked in front of him, stopped abruptly, and the blurred color in his eyes disappeared at this time.

The middle-aged hermit's gaze froze, and no matter how dull he was, he knew that something was wrong.

It's just that the middle-aged hermit doesn't know what is going on.

Just as the middle-aged hermit was thinking about countermeasures, he was suddenly sucked in front of Yan Xiu from the spot by a huge suction, followed by Yan Xiu's incomparably clear voice: "Master!"

Fang Yan was suddenly startled, she had never been completely confused, but at this moment, after Yan Xiu's loud shout, she completely sobered up.

Looking at the middle-aged hermit who was imprisoned by Yan Xiu with mana, Fang Yan was slightly stunned.

"Master, the apprentice's luck is really good. Just now, the ability that had cooled down for a long time actually returned. ”

As soon as Yan Xiu's words came out, Fang Yan showed a look of surprise on his face.

What are Yan Xiu's abilities?

Things do not turn out the way you want.

And now Yan Xiu's status has been reversed from that of a middle-aged hermit, and it is because of this ability.

Since the middle-aged hermit's cultivation was comparable to Yan Xiu's, his malice and desire could not completely make Yan Xiu's ability work wonders, and he could not become an emotionless puppet in Yan Xiu's hands.

But judging from the fact that Yan Xiu was able to control him at this moment, it was enough.

And Fang Cai, the reason why the middle-aged hermit, when looking at Fang Yan, has the feeling that the other party is so garbage and unworthy of my shot, is also related to her ability to return again.

As soon as Fang Yan felt it slightly, he realized that his ability had returned at some point.

For Fang Yan and Yan Xiu's words, the middle-aged hermit didn't know why.

But it didn't prevent him from judging the fact that he had inexplicably become a prisoner of Fang Yan and Yan Xiu.

This made the middle-aged hermit's eyes flash with disbelief.

At this moment, the face of the middle-aged hermit is no longer calm and waveless, only unwilling and complicated.