Chapter 500

In the mountains and forests, a group of people stumbled and were moving towards the top of the mountain.

"Hoo Hoo"

Severe breathing came out, and the line of sight drew closer. The pedestrian was injured and walked very slowly.

This group is naturally a group of Ye Fei and the old thief.

Ye Fei is blind and poisoned. He has lost his ability to move. The old thief put down his identity and carried him on his back.

Craftsman Tiangong is carrying his son Xiaonan on his back and moving forward slowly.

Hu 80000's skin and muscles all over his body were delayed by Ding Bubai, and he lost too much blood. The injury was particularly serious. Naturally, he also lost the ability to walk, but his will was firm, he resisted the pain and stayed awake, lying on the back of the Argentine giant eagle, holding the wound in his arms, dying haidongqing.

There is also a huge eagle with the unconscious driver on its back. Hu Bawan didn't know whether it was because of the discovery of conscience or Ye Fei's request. He was unconventional and didn't leave the driver alone.

This group of people can be said to be a typical wounded and defeated general. Except for the old thief, no one has the strength of a war. If they encounter the enemy, I'm afraid it's bad.

Fortunately, the closer the top of the mountain is, the closer it is to the quiet top of the mountain, the more dense the fog is, white, like thick milk, which makes people's vision become blurred. Even a top master like the old thief can't see the scenery ten meters away.

"Ye Fei, are you sure your grandpa is on the top of the mountain?"

The craftsman Tiangong felt more and more wrong, and couldn't help asking.

"I'm not sure, but I have a feeling that Grandpa should be here." Ye Fei's weak way.

"It's better to be here. Otherwise, it's small for us to go all in vain. Your injury can't be delayed any longer." Craftsman Tiangong nodded and said.

"Here we are."

The old thief suddenly said.

As soon as his voice fell, there was a violent mountain wind blowing in front of him. The originally dense fog dissipated in an instant. Everyone's eyes brightened, but when they saw the scenery in front of them, their faces were gloomy.

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It turned out that after the white fog dispersed, looking at the mountain situation, we had reached the top of the mountain. There was a large open space in front of us, but it was shrouded in a layer of black fog, and the visibility was lower than the white fog just now.

"What is this? There is fog in the fog? I have never seen such a wonder."

The craftsman Tiangong was surprised. He put Xiaonan aside and was about to go up, but he was held by the old thief: "don't go over, this is poison fog!"

"Poison fog!"

Craftsman Tiangong fought a cold war and looked stunned.

"Grab a living creature nearby."

The old thief looked at the black fog and said.

Craftsman Tiangong hurried away. In a blink of an eye, he hurried back with a hare's long gray ears.

Under the guidance of the old thief, the craftsman Tiangong tied a rope to the hare's hind legs and threw it into the black fog. At first, the rope could still feel shaking, but within 30 seconds, the rope stopped moving.

The craftsman Tiangong was surprised and hurriedly pulled the hare back. He found that the poor rabbit lay upright on the ground, motionless, and the black fog was obviously toxic.

"It's dead!"

Craftsman Tiangong looked surprised.

"No."

The old thief squatted down, curled his fingers and bounced on the rabbit's long ear.

I saw the rabbit "whoosh" jump up, run into the trees, and disappear in the blink of an eye.

"What's going on?"

The craftsman was stunned.

"The white fog we just encountered is a naturally formed mountain fog, which is quite different from the black fog in front of us. These black fog are the fog array laid by Ye Tianchen, the medical saint. He should not want to be disturbed by others, so he laid the fog array here. At least we didn't find the wrong place."

The old thief narrowed his eyes slightly, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"But, what's the matter with the rabbit? Why isn't it dead?"

Craftsman Tiangong didn't understand.

"Ye Tianchen is a saint of medicine, not a saint of poison. Although he is kind-hearted, he does not use toxic smoke that can kill people, but uses a kind of hypnotic gas. The rabbit just fell asleep."

The old thief explained.

"So it is."

Craftsman Tiangong suddenly realized, "but even if it's hypnotic gas, we can't break through. How can we get in?"

"It's simple. Wait."

The old thief twisted his beard and smiled, "his grandson Ye Fei is with us. Are you afraid that ye Tianchen won't open the fog array and let us in?"

The craftsman Tiangong was relieved, and shouted a few times in the fog array. Roughly speaking, he and ye Fei came to visit Ye Tianchen, the medical saint.

The echo boomed in the mountains, but there was no response in the fog array, and ye Tianchen opened the fog array and let everyone in, as the old thief had imagined.

Just when everyone was suspicious, a laugh suddenly came from behind them: "hahaha, who did I think it was? It turned out to be an old friend. Old thief, why don't you cheat those rich people's money at the auction and run to this remote place? Is there any ancient tomb here?"

The supreme murderer Duan Wuchen came out of the fog slowly with a group of murderers.

Dugu Bei followed behind Duan Wuchen, while Li Aoshi and the three elders of the Li family were tied up in a very humiliating posture. Their hands and feet were tied to the wooden pole and carried up by people. They were like animals, and the dignity of the warrior was completely lost.

Among these people, there were no soul snatching scholars and Gu Sha, two sect Dharma killers, and I didn't know where they were now.

"No dust!"

When the old thief saw the Supreme Master of the killing door, his pupils suddenly shrunk and became the size of wheat awn. He said coldly, "supreme, don't ask me clearly. I'm afraid you know what I want to do."

"Hehe, old thief, you are still so boring."

Duan Wuchen also laughed: "in this case, we don't talk in secret. I've always been a well with you, and I don't touch the river. Don't care what I want. I can't care what you do."

"It's a deal."

The old thief said coldly.

If you fight alone, the old thief is not afraid to break the dust. However, Duan Wuchen is surrounded by the sect killing elite. There are a large number of people, and the old thief is surrounded by wounded people. If there is a real fight, the old thief will not be completely sure to ensure the safety of Ye Fei and the craftsman Tiangong. After all, as the Supreme Master of the sect, Duan Wuchen's martial arts are also extremely terrifying.

Seeing the old thief's promise, Duan Wuchen was also secretly relieved. He is quite afraid of the old thief. Unless he has to, he won't choose to fight the old thief.

The two groups of men and horses had a brief confrontation, each with his own thoughts. They were both warlords and did not want to start a war here. But at this time, Dugu Pei, who was carrying a Mo mang sword, saw Ye Fei on the old thief's back, and knew something bad. He stepped forward and shouted, "Xie Xiaoya, where is she?"