"What, Brother Ma, you said that Yuanxing City was attacked by ghost mist, but I heard that it was not the handiwork of the Phantom Moon Sect?"

"Yes, I also heard that it was the Phantom Moon Sect that did it. ”

"Hmph, you guys are hearsay, the Phantom Moon Sect is now a street rat, whether they were the overlords of the Yunxin Water Waters or not, the Naturalized God Cultivator has not yet been resurrected, how dare they make such a big fanfare, not to mention that there is nothing outstanding about Yuanxing City, it is worth them to take a huge risk, and what good is it for them to raze them to the ground?" The monk surnamed Ma was a middle-aged man, and his analysis of shaking his head and his head was reasonable.

"That's what you said, but you didn't see it with your own eyes, we know it, you are not hearsay. Another monk with pointed ears and monkey cheeks had a disapproving look on his face.

"Will I hearsay?" the man surnamed Ma couldn't help but be anxious: "I saw it with my own eyes." ”

"What, witness it with your own eyes?"

The rest of the people couldn't help but be shocked, and even the person with the sharp-eared monkey's cheeks was dumbfounded: "Could it be that Brother Ma was in Yuanxing City at that time?"

"The same cannot be said. The man surnamed Ma sighed, and his expression seemed to be stuck in memory: "At that time, by chance, I was indeed going to Yuanxing City to do something, but I hadn't arrived yet, and from a distance, I saw a ghost mist connecting the sky and the earth, like Yuanxing City roaring away." ”

"I was shocked, I dared to continue walking, and hurriedly turned around and ran, in the next few days, I met some immortal cultivators who escaped from Yuanxing City, it is said that they are lucky, and their reaction is very fast, as for other colleagues, most of them are engulfed by the ghost mist, and they don't know whether they are dead or alive. ”

When everyone heard this, they sighed again, and then became more interested in the whole topic of ghost fog.

And Ling Xian from their chat. An astonishing clue was discovered, that is, during this time, the frequency of ghost fog appeared more and more frequently.

Frequently attack living beings, whether they are mortals or immortal cultivators. Don't let it go.

And Ling Xian remembered that when he and his eldest brother Yi Feng encountered the ghost mist, they had already killed the powerful ghost in the middle of the Yuan Infant.

And as the existence of the ghost king level disappeared, the ghost fog also disappeared.

In other words, what appears in this cloud center water is a new ghost mist.

And most of them have more than one share.

I don't know what happened to the Wild Ancient Land.

Could it really be devoured and fused by the Hungry Ghost Dao?

Now the other party has the idea of the cloud heart water again?

Thinking of this, Ling Xian's face was extremely gloomy.

It's really eventful now, first the Phantom Moon Sect, and now it's a ghost fog. I don't know what the Hungry Ghost Dao's plan is.

In short, a headache.

Of course, Ling Xian was very concerned about Princess Mingxiang's whereabouts.

He was not a ruthless and unrighteous immortal cultivator, and he heard from the other party that when the ghost fog came, a small number of lucky monks escaped.

I don't know if Mingxiang will be in it.

Ling Xian didn't know.

But he didn't rush to ask anything.

There is still some patience for this.

It's a crowded place.

Ling Xian wanted to find a pure place.

So he drank cup after cup of spiritual tea.

One sitting is an afternoon.

Finally, the group of monks had enough to eat and drink, and they all gave their hands to leave, and Ling Xian remained silent. Also checked out and left the tea shop, following behind him.

What made Ling Xian happy was. Namathus did not linger much in the city, and he seemed to live elsewhere except for the city to the south.

Ling Xian followed unhurriedly behind.

With his strength, it is naturally extremely easy to keep track of a monk in the foundation period.

The other party can't have the slightest difference.

And so, an hour later, they came to a desert.

Look around. The vegetation is sparse and there are no human tracks.

It's a nice environment.

Ling Xian's heart moved, and he no longer hid his tracks.

Covered in green, they flew in front of each other.

The monk surnamed Ma heard the sound of the air coming into his ears, and then he saw more than ten feet ahead. There was a large amount of aura, and the brilliant brilliance, wrapped in a vague figure, suddenly appeared.

How is that possible?

The other party was shocked, this radius of several miles, it is clear that there is no trace, where did the other party come from?

Could it be that you are stalking yourself?

The strength of the monk surnamed Ma is not mentioned.

This mind is extremely flexible, thinking of this, a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes, but the next moment, he died down, for no other reason, although Ling Xian has hidden traces, and now his appearance is not revealed, but Xiu Wei is not hidden.

The huge spiritual pressure of the peak of the Golden Pill suddenly burst out.

The monk surnamed Nama couldn't help but be shocked.

He is only in the middle stage of foundation building, how can he withstand this huge spiritual pressure, "kicking and kicking" three steps back in a row, and the blood in his chest is surging.

As the saying goes, those who know the times are the best.

Obviously, the person in front of him is friend or foe, but it is definitely not something that he can contend with.

Thinking of this, the man surnamed Ma was apprehensive in his heart, and bowed respectfully: "Seniors blocked my way, what is the matter?"

His expression was extremely respectful, but his face was always vigilant, and in his palm, he even held a few spirit runes, Ling Xian could see all this clearly, but he didn't break it.

What about the other party's scheming, he came here by himself, just to find out the news, and the other party has no grievances in the past and no enmity in the near future, whether he is cunning or not has nothing to do with himself.

"You don't have to be nervous, Ling just wants to ask you a few words, if you answer honestly, Ling can even give you some benefits, of course, if you lie and bully each other, Ling will not let you go, what will happen to you, I don't need to describe it more." ”

Ling Xian's flat voice came to his ears, but the threat in his words was also clearly revealed.

I believe that the other party, as a smart person, will definitely make the right choice in this situation!

Sure enough, the man surnamed Ma listened to it, breathed a sigh of relief, and clasped his fists again and saluted: "The seniors are serious, but if you ask, the juniors must say it in detail, know everything, and say everything." ”

"Okay, let me ask you, what you said in the tea shop in Aoki City, Yuanxing City was destroyed in the ghost fog, did you see it with your own eyes, is there any untruth in this statement?"

The other party was originally a little nervous, not knowing what secret Ling Xian wanted to find out when he found him, but when he asked at this moment, he was obviously relieved.

It turned out to be Yuanxing City, since this matter can be taken to the tea shop to be told, naturally there is nothing worth keeping secret, so he poured beans in a bamboo tube, 1510, and thought Ling Xian recounted the incident.

It's obviously much more detailed than what it says in the tea shop.

No matter how you listen to it, you want to experience it for yourself, and it's not nonsense.

Ling Xian listened very seriously, interrupting from time to time to ask for some details.

The other party also has questions to answer.

After a full meal like this, he can now be sure that the other party is not lying, and Yuanxing City was indeed razed to the ground because of the ghost fog. (To be continued.) )