Fang Yan was relieved after distinguishing from Xiaobai's emotions that this kind of gray mist was extremely difficult for ordinary monks, and it had almost no effect on it.

Even after absorbing a lot of gray mist, Xiao Bai passed on a happy mood to Fang Yan.

It thought that the gray fog might be able to do something.

After noticing this, a smile appeared on Fang Yan's face.

At this moment, all of a sudden, the thick gray mist began to thin out, and its appearance decreased sharply, as if a giant Xiaobai appeared and swallowed it in.

Seeing this, Fang Yan and Yan Xiu looked around, and Xiao Bai exclaimed even more in surprise, increasing his swallowing intensity.

The faint gray mist could no longer stop Fang Yan and Yan Xiu's divine sense detection, and the two of them soon found a fiery gourd not far away.

The gourd was vigorously sucking up the gray mist.

And the gourd is not an ownerless thing, and the one holding the gourd turned out to be an elegant middle-aged monk.

A black headband meticulously binds the middle-aged monk's hair to the top of his head, giving it a neat look.

The indifferent expression on his face gave people an unfathomable feeling, as if this was a hidden master.

But how could the hidden master appear here?

Therefore, although the other party was bluffing, Fang Yan and Yan Xiu didn't buy it at all.

After looking each other up and down, Fang Yan and Yan Xiu had a plan.

"This fellow Daoist!"

Fang Yan was the first to speak, the other party's cultivation was also through the Xuan, Fang Yan's voice was appropriate.

"Dare I ask why you want to intercept the inferior two?"

Fang Yan looked puzzled.

The middle-aged hermit had already collected all the gray mist into the gourd, plugged the bottle cork behind the mouth of the gourd, put away the gourd, and then looked at Fang Yan and Yan Xiu.

"The two of you have broken into the land of my hermitage, how can you know if you are a villain?

What this person said was reasonable, but the premise was that he was really a hermit here, but obviously Fang Yan and Yan Xiu didn't believe it.

"Your Excellency says you live in seclusion, but I don't think so. I'm almost the same as a dove occupying a magpie's nest!"

Fang Yan unceremoniously debunked.

The middle-aged hermit was noncommittal, there was no annoyance and anger that was exposed, nor was there any grievance and indignation that was misunderstood, only calm and waveless eyes, which set off Fang Yan and Yan Xiu, as if they were vexatious children.

"If it weren't for the Taoist friends coming, my disciples would not have died one by one, and it is still the Taoist friends. ”

The middle-aged hermit shook his head slightly.

"Disciple?

Let them become fearless fighting machines, is this to regard them as disciples? Presumably, most of those people are monks who have come to the Ten Thousand Stars Sect to congratulate them, right? These monks were born in a small sect, or they are pure casual cultivators, what is the purpose of your Excellency's doing this?"

Fang Yan couldn't help but ask.

For Fang Yan to be able to tell the origin of those people in one mouth, the middle-aged hermit didn't seem surprised.

"In this case, fellow Daoists should understand how much I value them. ”

"After all, none of them were able to reach the Jindan stage of cultivation before they became my disciples. ”

The hermit seemed to have suffered a great grievance, but he was not aggressive at all, which made Fang Yan and Yan Xiu very aggrieved in their hearts.

Indeed, the cultivation of those who came to congratulate them was definitely not high, and it was unlikely that they would have any status, otherwise how could they come because of Qin Ya and them.

And here, I don't know what method this middle-aged hermit used to raise the cultivation of these people a lot, which is really shocking.

But it is obvious that being raised in this way is not the right path, because they have mutated into very strange people.

Even Xiaobai couldn't swallow it into his stomach.

No monk would make himself a walking dead in this way in order to pursue strength and cultivation.

Fang Yan felt that it was pointless to talk to this hermit again, such an unfavorable existence for the Terran cultivator should be removed as soon as possible, so he glanced at Yan Xiu and stopped talking nonsense.

"Whoosh!"

The sword pill flew out of Fang Yan's body with a roar, turning into a golden light and heading straight for the middle-aged hermit.

At the same time, the Demon Killing Axe was also held in Fang Yan's hand, and after a spiritual power was infused into it, it flashed with a cold light.

Yan Xiu was not idle, and with a flick of his wrist, a long whip with a red glimmer appeared in his hand.

Fang Yan rarely saw Yan Xiu use a magic weapon, and this long whip was even more unprecedented, so after taking a curious look, he immediately knew that this was an acquired spirit treasure.

Come to think of it, this thing is the treasure that Yan Xiu brought out from Yan Dawu.

"Poof!

The sword pills, the demon axe, and Yan Xiu's long whip came in an instant, and all of them fell towards the middle-aged hermit, and such an attack on the ordinary Tongxuan monk would definitely not be able to resist, not to mention that he would die on the spot, and he would also end up seriously injured.

What surprised Fang Yan and Yan Xiu was that the middle-aged hermit who was standing in place was as if he was in another space, and there was no damage at all.

Fang Yan and Yan Xiu's three attacks did not hurt the middle-aged hermit, but instead made a huge hole appear on the ground where he was standing.

Seeing this, Fang Yan felt a chill in his heart, and immediately commanded the sword pill and the demon axe, and attacked the middle-aged hermit again,

And Yan Xiu's long whip also waved again.

But this time, the situation that surprised Fang Yan and Yan Xiu appeared again, the middle-aged hermit was still not harmed in the slightest, and the ground that had already sunken was splashed again.

Fang Yan felt a chill in her heart, she stretched out her hand to take back the sword pill, and the Demon Killing Axe also returned to her hand under Fang Yan's fingers.

The situation in front of them made Fang Yan and Yan Xiu drenched in a cold sweat.

Fang Yan couldn't help but think of the aura masking insects he had encountered, while Yan Xiu thought of the red gate that he had briefly entered in the Youquan Valley of the Ninggu Continent.

"Master, will this hermit's ability be stolen from the Red Gate?"

Yan Xiu opened his mouth with some difficulty.

Fang Yan's face showed a strange look after hearing this, because she didn't immediately associate this middle-aged hermit with the Red Gate.

Now after listening to Yan Xiu's words, Fang Yan had a conjecture in his heart.

The ability of this middle-aged hermit may really have something to do with the Red Gate.

And the Spiritual Light Mask Worm may have stolen some of the Red Gate's abilities to be able to use all kinds of incredible means in the Sea Feather Secret Realm.

The hermit in front of him must be related to the aura masking worm, Fang Yan can already be sure of this.

Whether it was the strange magic circle that had been teleported before, or the aura here, it all reminded Fang Yan of the Spiritual Light Mask Worm.

But the good news is that this middle-aged hermit is definitely not the body of the Spiritual Light Shelter Worm, but rather a monk Yuan Ling who escaped from the Spiritual Light Mask Worm.

On that day, Fang Yan had contact with the two Yuan Spirits on him, namely Yu Huaqing and Yang Shu, and these two Yuan Spirits were later confirmed to be controlled by the Spiritual Light Mask Worm.

In addition, there are countless monk primordial spirits on the body of the spiritual light masking worm.

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