Chapter 244: Still a Little Different

Just when the mausoleum was in big trouble, a middle-aged Taoist entered the white mist quietly.

He was the Master of Law of Chixin Temple, and the second most important person in Chixin Temple. He was a real Taoist master. In the whole Taoist sect, there were only a handful of cultivators with higher seniority than him, and even fewer with higher realms than him. He was a real big man in this world, but even he frowned when he entered the white mist.

These white mists were very strange.

When ordinary cultivators entered it, they would lose all their cultivation and become ordinary mortals. When Chongming Sect discovered this ancient relic, they sent many people to explore it, including the previous generation of Chongming Sect Master, but even he would lose all his cultivation when he entered it.

When the middle-aged Taoist came in, he suddenly lost all the qi in his body. He had practiced for many years, had a high realm, and was proficient in various Taoist methods, but at this moment, there seemed to be no way to stop such a thing?

But he was not an ordinary cultivator after all.

He quickly took out an oil-paper umbrella, and after opening it, the white mist around him seemed to be oppressed by something and dispersed in all directions, which was very strange.

When he held up the oil-paper umbrella, the middle-aged Taoist also felt much better.

He walked into the white mist with an ordinary demeanor, as if he was going outing.

But in fact, if someone saw the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, they might have many complicated emotions.

As the head of the Taoist sect, Chixin Temple has a long history. There are naturally countless earth-shaking magic weapons in the temple. The one in the Taoist's hand is one of them.

The white mist that troubled countless monks would probably bow its head briefly in front of the oil-paper umbrella.

"This may be an ancient formation, but where is the center of the formation?" The middle-aged Taoist walked towards the depths of the white mist, whispering as he walked.

Chongming Sect spent many years trying to find the reason for the existence of the white mist, but in the eyes of this middle-aged Taoist, just one glance seemed to know the past and present lives of these white mists.

This is the biggest difference between Chixin Temple and Chongming Sect.

The middle-aged Taoist priest walked in the deep white fog with an umbrella, and soon came to a cliff. There was a valley in front of him. There was more white fog in the valley, so he couldn't see clearly.

"It's not here."

The white fog here is more dense. If it were someone else, I'm afraid they would think that this is the center of the formation, but the middle-aged Taoist priest knew very well that this was not the case.

He turned and walked away. After an unknown period of time, he came to a cliff again.

There was a scripture engraved on the cliff, but the text was not the text circulated in the world now. The middle-aged Taoist priest recalled the Sanskrit Buddhist scriptures he had read before, and found that it was not the same text. He also remembered many Taoist scriptures he had seen in Chixin Temple. When he thought of those texts, he found that it was not one of them.

The middle-aged Taoist muttered, "No."

After coming to the conclusion, the middle-aged Taoist smiled slightly, and a piece of white paper floated into the air. He looked at the words on the cliffs. A lot of cinnabar appeared between heaven and earth. He dipped some of his hand, and then his fingertips began to move across the air, and then many words appeared on the white paper, which were exactly the words on the cliffs.

Soon, the white paper was full of words.

The middle-aged Taoist stretched out his hand to clamp the white paper, and his figure flashed away.

It turned out that in this white mist, he still had cultivation.

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More and more monks died in the cemetery, and now there are not many left.

The remaining monks are all disciples of those big sects. They rely on the magic tools of those sects and are still struggling to support.

Chen Chao has quietly walked towards the skeleton in the center, but he was soon discovered.

The skeleton looked at Chen Chao, and then uttered extremely obscure syllables.

But this time, Chen Chao understood.

It means to stop him.

Several skeletons immediately surrounded him.

They held swords in their hands and chopped down at Chen Chao.

Chen Chao had no intention of fighting with them. He almost violently knocked away a skeleton and continued to run forward.

The skeleton was knocked away,

Chen Chao also felt pain, but he did not stop.

"Stop them, if you don't want to die!"

Chen Chao shouted, and continued to run forward without looking back.

What he said was naturally to the monks who were still alive. Although many monks had died now, and although they were also struggling and didn't know when they would die, they were also more energetic when they heard such words.

They knew what Chen Chao was going to do, and they also knew that doing so might be the only chance of survival.

But the problem is... Isn't Chen Chao their enemy?

Many times, enemies can become friends.

That sentence is very well said, there are no eternal friends in the world, only eternal interests.

I just don't know if this sentence can be used here.

But some monks did move.

When the bones chased Chen Chao, the monk threw out several green talismans, and countless vines grew out of the talismans in an instant, and then entangled the bones.

These vines may not be able to trap the bones, but at least they can delay some time.

Then in an instant, several monks threw out talismans or magic tools, using their own methods to clear the way for Chen Chao.

They wanted to ensure that the young warrior in front of them could reach the bones.

They didn't suddenly change their minds, but they didn't want to die.

There must be a purpose in doing things. Before, it was digging graves, wanting to kill Chen Chao, and now helping Chen Chao.

Chen Chao had missed something, but this time, he was not wrong.

He cut open a white bone with a knife, and finally came to the seemingly ordinary white bone.

It's just that he spent a lot to get here, and now he is in very bad spirits and his face is extremely pale.

The white mist can not only suppress the realm of these monks, but also has other effects.

They simply cannot stay in there for long. The monks here will be weaker at every moment than they were at the last moment.

Chen Chao did not hesitate to use all the bottles of elixirs.

The whole thing was poured into his mouth, and he swallowed it without even chewing.

Many people died, and there were a lot of pills. Chen Chao took a lot, so he was not worried. If it weren't for knowing that no matter how much he took, it would be useless. What he was taking now would not be one bottle of pills, but countless bottles. .

His condition was better, presumably because the drugs had taken effect, but Chen Chaohe frowned tightly.

Because the white skeleton in front of him was just looking at him quietly, without making a move or running away.

Chen Chao could break the other bones. They were not too scary. If the bones in front of him were the same as them, the fate would be the same.

But he didn't move, just to tell Chen Chao that they were different.

Chen Chao looked at the green light in his eyes, and then fell silent.

Because he saw human emotions in those green lights.

Speaking carefully, these bones are indeed human, at least they once were.

Chen Chao said seriously, "They are guilty, but I am not."

There should not be many people who know Chen Chao, but if that amazing girl is here, they will definitely know that Chen Chao chose not to take action directly at this moment, but opened his mouth, because he was not sure.

If he is sure, he will not waste any time. Whether it is a knife or a punch, that is the most important thing for him to do.

The white skeleton looked at him, and there was some emotion in the green light.

It seemed like a slight taunt.

Chen Chao understood and what he meant was that there is no difference between you.

Chen Chao said, "They dug the grave, but I didn't. I was just passing by."

The emotion in the bones' eyes did not change.

Chen Chao stopped talking.

Since it doesn’t make sense, there’s no need to say it.

He held the broken knife and slashed forward with all his strength.

He didn't want to let him go, so in order to survive, he had to break him into pieces.

Or kill him.

Even if he has died once.

Why can't I die again?