Chapter 292： Enemies are narrow

She separated from Qin Hui.

Be aware of it. Mo Tiange sighed.

In these fairs, I don't know how many weird things. Every step you take must be thought about. In this case, there is no one around you who can trust.

Although Jing Xingzhi was a person whom Qin Yue thought was generally credible, it was not necessarily to her. This person is a typical utilitarian. Don't look at his habitual dedication to women, and don't know how many winks were thrown at her along the way, but deep down, only measured by strength, if she might be hindered, she would be ignored. Be politely left behind.

Thinking of this, Mo Tiange cheered up. Anyway, she had to keep going and find Qin Yue.

"Jing Daoyou, do you know what you think of the situation now?"

Hearing her questioning, Jing Xingzhi still looked lazy, saying, "This fog has problems."

Nonsense, she also knows there is a problem! Looking at Jing Xingzhi was all about dealing with her, Mo Tiange said politely: "Take the knowledge of Jing Daoyou. Shouldn't you just know this?"

Jing Xingzhi smiled, glanced at her, and said, "I also know that this fog has a great impact on the consciousness. Qingwei friends, your consciousness can no longer play a role here."

Mo Tiange moved his eyes and said nothing. Jing Xingzhi's current attitude is obvious. She wants to see what she can do. If she has a way, maybe he will do his best. If not, he probably doesn't want to bring a burden.

Realizing this, Mo Tiange looked down and thought.

The fog, consciousness, suddenly disappeared.

She asked, "Jing Daoyou, how did you feel when we were separated just now?"

Jing Xingzhi thought for a while, and said, "It feels like ... it doesn't feel much. It seems like I walked for a while, and then I found that you were gone."

Mo Tiange nodded: "It seems that this fog will paralyze our sense of God and make us feel wrong."

Jing Xingzhi nodded sloppily.

Mo Tiange continued: "I'm afraid that's not all. Even if we paralyze our consciousness, when we react for no reason, people can't find it anymore, and it is likely to mislead our perception."

Hearing this sentence, Jing Xingzhi gave her one more glance.

Mo Tiange didn't know what he meant by this look, and continued: "Since so, we can't believe our senses and feelings."

Jing Xingzhi smiled: "So, what is the solution for Qingwei Daoyou?"

His attitude was casual, and obviously he did not think that Mo Tiange could solve the situation at hand.

Mo Tiange said nothing, took the flying sword out of Qiankun's bag, and lowered his head on the ground to start portraying something.

In fact, Jing Xingzhi knew clearly that Qin Yan's eyes were above the top. Since he can be taken by Jing He Dao Jun and got him to look at him differently, there must be something extraordinary—he doesn't believe that Qin Shoujing's guy will watch Last bale. But he is not too deserving of Mo Tiange, because the so-called genius name has too much water. People who practice fast may not be strong, and people with high understanding may not have wit. But when he saw what Mo Tiange painted on the ground, he turned his face: "This is ..."

Mo Tiange took off his sword and took out the sounding jade charm from his arms. This jade charm is a musical note for thousands of miles. It was intended to be used when she was separated, but she did n’t have a lot of it, so she did n’t use it immediately when she separated, so as not to lose nothing in the mist.

The translucent jade charm ignited a fiery light. I was about to fly through the air, but I could n’t fly a few feet, so I fell down again.

Jing Xingzhi was disappointed: "Even the note is invalid?"

Mo Tiange paused for a moment, then continued to pull out the flying sword, and drew it on the ground.

What she drew is an ancient gossip array, derived from the mystery of the mysterious array. In the fog at present, only a few feet are visible to the naked eye. If you walk at will, you will only be unable to distinguish the position like a headless fly. If you follow this gossip array, at least you know which direction you are going to, and you will not go sideways. Even if it is a dead end, you can return along the same path.

After the picture was drawn, Mo Tiange carefully discerned the surrounding scenes, determined that there was no danger, and chose a direction to take the lead.

Jing Xingzhi looked down at the map she drew, but said nothing, and followed.

This time the two were not separated. Since they knew that the mist would paralyze their senses, they were careful.

After a long journey, Mo Tiange once again drew the map, so many times.

Since the note cannot be used, it can only leave a mark. Although Qin Yue is not proficient in matrix formation, she should recognize her character. If she sees it, she can find it by following the array. The two can reunite.

As she draws and walks, she and Jing Xingzhi go further and further away ...

Qin Yuan quickly found himself lost, and, turning around, Mo Tiange and Jing Xingzhi disappeared.

There was no panic in his mind, and Sanyang's real fire sword spread around his body, closing his eyes to develop the consciousness.

But soon, he found that the consciousness could not be spread out, and even the musical notes could not be used.

Realizing his situation, Qin Yun thought about it for a while and did the same thing as Mo Tiange-taking the elixir and meditating. It's a pity that no one came to pat his shoulder during this calm period of time.

After a long time, he opened his eyes and found that his consciousness was still unable to spread in the fog. In this way, it was the fog itself that blocked the consciousness, not that the consciousness was disturbed by the fog and caused problems.

He sat for a while, and the solution he chose was completely different from Mo Tiange. He is not good at matrix formation, so he does not think of using matrix formation as a mark, but swings his sleeve. Dancing with the sword light of Sanyang Real Fire Sword, he burnt away into the mist.

Under the pressure of the fiery red sword light, the fog dispersed, but when he stopped slightly, it swept again.

Qin Yue stopped, this fog is similar to the light smoke just now, although it is not corrosive, he is not afraid of his sword light. After thinking about it, he erected the sword body, **** of his right hand touched the sword body, and blood bleed out. Dazzling.

He didn't tell the truth to Jing Xingzhi, the real sun can be used to defend the enemy.

Sanyang Real Fire Sword once again opened the sword light, and under the extreme Yang Real Fire, the fog was finally burnt away little by little, and a bright vision appeared.

Qin Yue stopped the real fire and walked slowly and cautiously.

Not too far away, I heard a loud bang.

When Qin Yue listened, his face suddenly changed. This is the sound of fighting! And the movement is not small, at least is a monk above Yuanying.

He only thought about it for a moment, then cast himself and ran towards the voice. He is separated from Tian Ge, but he can be sure that he is not too far away. The movement is too big, Tian Ge will inevitably hear, and then the two can meet in the voice.

The stuffy head flew for a while. When he didn't notice, the fog around him became weaker and lighter, and finally ran out of the area where the fog was.

But this did not let Qin Maosong breathe a sigh of relief, because as soon as he was out of the fog, he was locked by several consciousnesses.

This place is a huge crater. It is said that this crater is left over by the earth-shattering fire spells used by the ancient people. For millions of years, the flames have not gone out. It is even more legendary that the fire in this volcano is comparable to the true fire in the three major fires. Unfortunately, for so many years, no one has ever heard of the real fire in it.

Now, on the edge of the crater, there are four monks of Yuanyuan standing on two separate sides, three of them on one side, but only one monk with black gas on the other side.

Qin Wei glanced, and frowned, because the monk who stood alone was the Tianyuan first monk later monk Songfeng!

Although complexion calm. He was crying bitterly in the heart. He was not afraid of other Yuanying monks. He was also an apprentice of Jinghe Daojun, and his cultivation was not bad. Other people would always give him some face, even if he did n’t give face, it would always be possible to escape. But this pine wind master is a strange number! This person has resentment both with Master and himself, and he is very good at it. Last time he left Taikang Mountain, he would almost be killed by the Master Songfeng. If he did n’t launch the secret technique in time, there was a door. Zhongyuan infant monk greeted him, but his life was explained. I just met this person in Tianmo Mountain again ... He just hoped that Tiange would not come over, otherwise, it would be more difficult for the two to get out.

"Hey!" Master Songfeng saw him in a rather surprised tone, and then he laughed, "God treats me well today, Qin Shoujing, your little baby actually came to your door!"

At this instant, Qin Yun glanced at the three Yuanying monks opposite Songfeng, and his mind was settled. These three Yuanying monks are all in the middle of Yuanying, a young girl, a middle-aged scholar, and a handsome Taoist.

He knew all three. Miaoling female nuns and middle-aged scholars are wearing elegant white clothes with cuffs and clouds embroidered on the cuffs. They are a pair of dual monks in Biyun Sect. The female name is Ding Ling. The scholar is called Feng Xiao. The couples are the only couples in Tianji who are both cultivators who are both in the middle of Yuan Dynasty and are well-known. That surnamed Taoist priest is Ji, who is called Ji Daochang, and is from Tiandaozong.

All three of them have some friendship with Master, and their relationship is decent. Looking at the current situation, they have already turned their face with Master Songfeng. In this case, they will protect him to some extent.

Thinking of this, he smiled a little, instead of arranging the wind, but politely saluting the three Yuanyuan monks: "Senior Ding, Senior Feng, Season Senior, haven't seen each other for a long time, can the three seniors be all right? "

Seeing him being so polite, Ding Ying already smiled Yingying: "Boy Qin, how are you here? Your master?"

In the discussion ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Qin Hui is so two hundred years old. Although monk Jie Dan is also called young, it is not just the age of the boy. It seems that Ding Yi is Miao Ling, the real age is seven or eight hundred years old, called him a boy, still look down on him.

Qin Yue said: "The younger generation came to Tian Mo Shan this time, and it was exactly the order of the master. The master is not far away now, and will soon come." This is naturally what he said, to tell Master Song Feng, his master here I am!

After listening to this, the master Songfeng snorted coldly: "Qin Shoujing, do you think you would just talk about the old man? It is best to bring it to you today. After the three of them have been sent, the old man will handle it smoothly. You also sent it, avenging my poor apprentice! "

Qin Yue hasn't answered yet, then Feng Xiao is sneering: "Songfeng old man, you are not afraid of the wind flashing your tongue! Do you really think you are the first monk in Tianji and you are invincible? You are only one person. Cultivation is lower than you, but it is not easy to mess with! "

"Haha!" The black gas surging on the Songfeng master, his tone of contempt, "What kind of imperial phoenix, the old man really doesn't look in the eyes! I don't know who flashed his tongue!"

I made a phone call and it took two hours. I didn't say it would be late. I'm sorry ...) Bookmates pay attention!