Chapter 713 Meeting an Old Friend in the Former Residence

The white devil came and went just as quickly. It took no more time than a cup of tea and she was no longer visible. If we wanted to find her, we had to go to his lair. After asking two villagers, we found out that , but this White Demon's cave is not a secret. The White Demon has a habit of eating people, either sucking the flesh and blood on the spot, or frightening the people away and enjoying them slowly.

Those who sucked up the flesh and blood on the spot were like those unlucky horse bandits who ended up with their corpses exposed in the wilderness. Those who were frightened away by him would pile their bones in a valley after eating. A mountain of white bones formed around it, so that the piles of corpses became a symbol of the White Devil's lair. Hunters who went hunting in the mountain once encountered it from a distance, and many people knew about it.

Although these two villagers had never been there, they walked in the general direction and saw the White Bone Mountain, so they knew the White Demon's lair.

The two of them are just ordinary people with no knowledge of cultivation. When they encounter such monsters, they are naturally as timid as mice, but their relatives have been frightened away. No matter how timid they are, they can still force something out of them. He picked up a pot of leftover wine from the table where Fang Xing had just drank and poured it into his mouth. He took courage, picked up a hatchet and a hunting crossbow in his hand, and walked in front to lead the way for Fang Xing.

It's just that the airs are not small, but the steps are frivolous, and it is obvious that he is afraid.

Along the mountain road, we walked for about forty or fifty miles, one step at a time, one step at a time, one step at a time, and the other was shallow. In the past, it was already nightfall, and we finally arrived at an area, but it was a stretch of wild mountains, strange rocks and cliffs, and patches of low trees and grass. In the surrounding mountains and forests, not even a sound of birds or insects could be heard, like this All the creatures in the area were frightened by a kind of demonic energy and did not dare to make a sound.

"White... White Bone Mountain..."

Suddenly, a villager screamed and fell to the ground softly in fear.

Fang Xing was also slightly frightened. He raised his head and looked forward, and saw that four or five miles ahead, there was a hill made of bones. The reason why he could see it so clearly in the night was because of the scale fire on the mountain of bones. Flying in random directions, the shadows are like a huge fire, illuminating the surroundings dimly and brightly. In this quiet and deserted wilderness, it feels like a ghostland.

"After seeing the White Bone Mountain, there must be the White Devil's lair behind it..."

When the two villagers came here, the courage they had gained from drinking was gone. They said tremblingly, with even a hint of crying in their voices. If Fang Xing hadn't always carried a big knife in his hand, the two of them would have lost their courage. He had already turned around and fled.

"Why does it look familiar... Then keep walking!"

Fang Xing frowned and suddenly urged from behind anxiously. The knife made a "snap" and "snap" sound on his thigh.

"I...we are still going..."

One of the villagers said tremblingly, looking towards Fang Xing with pleading eyes.

Fang Xing immediately rolled his eyes: "You rescued your wife together and let me sleep?"

The two villagers immediately didn't know what to say.

Seeing that they were scared, Fang Xing had no choice but to encourage them: "Don't worry, I'm here, he can't hurt you!"

As he spoke, he took out a yellow talisman, and with a slight shake, a faint golden light lit up on the talisman, illuminating the dark surroundings. This light was spiritual, and it also slightly dispelled the ubiquitous strangeness around it. The evil atmosphere makes people feel at ease.

"Spell...spell..."

When the two villagers saw this scene, their eyes suddenly lit up, and they looked at Fang Xing with even more awe.

But it's obvious that he has become bolder and his feet are not shaking so much.

"Haha, don't worry, I still have a flying sword. Just lead the way. I'll take care of anything!"

Fang Xing pretended to be an expert and said with a sneer.

"Okay... okay, I'm here to welcome Immortal Master..."

The two villagers mustered up their courage and, using the faint light of the yellow talisman, moved forward step by step.

Fang Xing followed slowly, always vigilantly observing Zhou Dong's movements.

At any rate, after his cultivation dissipated, some of the ability of the Yin Yang God and Demon Mirror remained. You can see some simple restrictions and spiritual objects with some spiritual energy, but the higher level ones cannot be identified. Out.

As he went deeper, Fang Xing seemed to be leisurely, but a strange look gradually emerged in his eyes.

More and more familiar!

Mountains, mountains, forests and slopes gradually came into view, beginning to match certain scenes in my memory.

When I came here just now, the sky and the earth were dim, and the surrounding darkness was so deep that I couldn't see anything. But as I got closer and closer to the White Bone Mountain filled with will-o'-the-wisps, the surrounding light became clearer and clearer, but the surrounding mountain scenery was completely obscured. They were all brightly illuminated, and with a panoramic view of these mountains, a sense of familiarity arose spontaneously, lightly touching some memories deep in my heart.

"Accidentally, I broke into my house..."

Fang Xing smiled bitterly, becoming more and more certain that this area was the Ghost Smoke Valley area that he had been looking for for several days.

Look at the wild slope not far away. I even caught a wild rabbit on it...

However, although he was a little excited, Fang Xing didn't show any signs of being faced with a powerful enemy. In any case, he became more and more vigilant.

There was even some cruelty rising in his heart. If the prediction was correct, then behind the Bone Mountain should be the Ghost Smoke Valley.

Back then, my home was actually taken over by a demon...

"He actually took over the master's lair. He must be killed..."

Fang Xing thought to himself, and slowly began to make calculations in his heart.

After passing the Baigu Mountain, you can already vaguely see a valley hidden among the mountains. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers and is very hidden. If it weren't for the Baigu Mountain as a contrast, it would be difficult to find the two villagers. , when they got here, Fang Xing had to work hard to identify the path, but Fang Xing sighed leisurely and urged them to move forward. They were familiar with the path and found a path, and then went around a hillside. After sliding down, they arrived at a group of people. In front of the valley surrounded by mountains, I stopped and sighed.

"Finally home……"

After being lost for a moment, Xuanji Fang Xing came back to his senses and urged the two villagers to move forward.

In front of us is a deep valley with a radius of four to five miles. It is hidden under the dim night. The white mist that comes from nowhere obscures the valley, almost like a secluded realm. If it is the "ghost smoke" in this valley. The origin of the word, I don’t know why, but the temperature here is extremely low, as if it has suddenly entered the cold winter, the breath turns to frost, and the two villagers are shivering from the cold.

"The physique of mortals is so weak that they can't even bear the cold..."

Fang Xing glanced at them with disdain, then took out a cotton coat from the small ivory tower and put it on.

"uncle……"

Standing on the edge of the valley, looking at the incomplete gate of the village, the two villagers were too frightened to move.

"go inside!"

Fang Xing urged the two of them towards the valley without any politeness or even concealment.

"How dare you, who broke into my retreat?"

As expected, he was discovered instantly when he bravely rushed in. A sharp scream suddenly sounded, and the billowing mist wrapped around him as if it were alive. Without any explanation, it surrounded Fang Xing and the two villagers. This mist is insubstantial, but at this moment it makes people feel slippery and cold, as if they are entangled by a series of demonic snakes, chilling their bones from head to toe.

"Uncle, help me..."

The two villagers were so frightened that they screamed.

And Fang Xing simply threw away the yellow talisman with a whoosh, raised his hands high, and shouted: "Bai Daxian, don't be excited, I just brought you two fresh prey, are you interested in having a chat? How about starting a long-term cooperation in the future?”

"ah……"

The two villagers who thought Fang Xing was a life-saving god were dumbfounded, but Fang Xing laughed and kicked them out first. He followed behind, holding two yellow talismans in his hands, and rushed over. , they had already been entangled in the strange mist, and when they pounced forward, they immediately triggered this restriction. All the mist tightened in an instant, but tied them up like ropes. At the same time, a powerful force came, forcefully pulling them forward and falling quickly.

In the darkness, Fang Xing could only see a white shadow in front of him, but the terrifying aura on that shadow made him tremble with fear. However, the more it got to this moment, the faster his mind raced and he rushed forward. As he went, he turned his left hand over and crushed the yellow talisman in his hand. At the same time, he screamed strangely: "Bai Daxian, don't worry, I'm here to offer a treasure. Look at what's in my hand."

When the yellow talisman in his left hand was crushed, an invisible golden light flowed through Fang Xing's body, but it completely dissolved all the white mist that bound him, and he followed the momentum of his forward movement and headed straight towards the white mist in the middle. The blurry shadow rushed over, raised his right hand, and while shouting, he pressed the purple gold talisman straight towards the white shadow. His mind tensed in an instant, success or failure depended on this move.

The cultivation level is gone, but the vision and knowledge are still there.

He had long seen that there was no murderous intention in the white mist restriction laid by the white demon. He also expected that seeing that he and the two villagers had no cultivation, there would be no other defense, and Fang Xing took advantage of this. Opportunity, I want to put this purple gold talisman on his forehead, thinking that this purple gold talisman can even suppress Ying Qiaoqiao who is in the Jindan realm, let alone this white demon who mostly only has foundation building cultivation level?

Everything went as expected. He successfully rushed in front of the white demon and took the purple gold talisman in his palm.

However, at this moment, his pupils suddenly shrank, he let out a strange cry, and abruptly stopped taking pictures of the talisman seal.

At the same time, a flying sword wrapped in white hair poked out of the air, pointed directly at his eyebrows, and did not continue to thrust out.

Fang Xing and Bai Mo both looked like they had seen a ghost, looking at each other in disbelief.

"How could it be you..."

After a long while, Fang Xingcai smiled bitterly: "Senior Sister Xiao..."