That White Devil came and left quickly. In less than the time it took to drink a cup of tea, not even a shadow could be seen. If they wanted to find her, they could only go to his lair. After asking the two villagers, they found out that White Devil's cave was not a secret. White Devil had a habit of eating people. He would either suck away the flesh and blood on the spot, or he would scare them away and slowly enjoy them.
Those who were sucked away on the spot were like the unlucky horse bandits who ended up with their corpses exposed in the wilderness. And those who were scared away by him, after eating, would pile up their corpses around a valley, forming a mountain of white bones. As a result, the pile of bones became the symbol of White Devil's lair. There were hunters who went hunting in the mountains and saw it from afar. Many people knew about it.
Although these two villagers had never been there before, they walked in the general direction. When they saw White Bone Mountain, they knew that it was White Devil's lair.
The two of them were just ordinary people without any cultivation or knowledge. When they encountered such a demonic thing, they were naturally as timid as mice. However, their own relatives had been scared away, so no matter how timid they were, they could still force out some courage. They really picked up the leftover wine from the table that Fang Xing had just drunk and poured it into their mouths. They gathered their courage and picked up the hatchet and hunting crossbow. They walked in front of Fang Xing to lead the way.
Although they put on airs, their footsteps were weak. It was obvious that they were afraid.
Following the mountain path, they walked for about forty to fifty miles. Now that Fang Xing had lost his cultivation, and these two villagers were also ordinary people. They didn't have the ability to walk high and low, so they walked on with their feet. It was already nightfall when they finally arrived at an area. It was a stretch of wild mountains with strange rocks and cliffs. Low trees and weeds were everywhere. In the surrounding forest, there wasn't even the sound of birds or insects. It was as if all the living beings in this area were frightened by a kind of demonic energy and didn't dare to make a sound.
"White … White Bone Mountain …"
Suddenly, a villager cried out involuntarily, falling to the ground in fright.
Fang Xing's heart trembled slightly. He raised his head and looked forward, only to see that four or five miles away, there was a small mountain made of white bones. The reason why he could see it so clearly in the night was because on top of the white bones, the Scaled Fire was flying chaotically, and the shadows were flickering. It was like a huge bonfire, illuminating the surroundings faintly. In this quiet and uninhabited wilderness, it gave off a feeling of the underworld of ghosts.
"I've seen White Bone Mountain. Behind it must be White Demon's lair …"
When the two villagers arrived at this place, the courage that they had built up by drinking wine had completely disappeared. They spoke in a trembling voice, and there was even a hint of sobbing in their voices. If it wasn't for the fact that Fang Xing's broadsword was always in his hand, it was estimated that the two of them would have turned around and fled.
"Why does it look so familiar … Then let's keep going!"
Fang Xing furrowed his brows and suddenly urged him anxiously from behind. The knife was slapping on his thigh.
"We … We're still going …"
One of the villagers said with a trembling voice, looking at Fang Xing with pleading eyes.
Fang Xing immediately rolled his eyes: "You saved your wife and let me sleep with her?"
The two villagers didn't know what to say.
Seeing that they were afraid, Fang Xing could only encourage them: "Don't worry, I'm here, he can't hurt you!"
As he said that, he took out a yellow talisman. With a light wave, the talisman lit up with a faint golden light, illuminating the pitch-black surroundings. This light had a spiritual nature, and it also slightly dispelled the evil atmosphere in the surroundings, making people feel slightly at ease.
"Magic … Magic …"
When the two villagers saw this scene, their eyes immediately lit up, and they looked at Fang Xing with even more respect.
However, it was obvious that they were a little braver, and their feet were not trembling as much.
"Hehe, it's nothing. I still have a flying sword. You guys just lead the way, I'll take care of it!"
Fang Xing pretended to be an expert and said with a cold smile.
"Okay … Okay, thank you, Immortal Master …"
The two villagers mustered up their courage, and with the help of the weak light of the yellow talisman, they walked forward step by step.
As for Fang Xing, he leisurely followed behind, vigilantly observing the movements of the surroundings.
Fortunately, after his cultivation had dissipated, the Yin Yang Fiendgod Mirror's ability was still preserved. He could see some simple restrictions and spiritual objects with some spiritual Qi, but he couldn't identify higher level spiritual objects.
As they went deeper, Fang Xing looked relaxed, but his eyes gradually revealed a strange look.
It was getting more and more familiar!
A mountain range, a forest and a slope, gradually came into view, and began to match with some of the scenes in his memory.
Just now, the world was dark and the surroundings were dark, nothing could be seen. However, as he got closer to the White Bone Mountain that was filled with ghost fire, the surrounding light became clearer and clearer, illuminating the surrounding scenery of the mountain. When he had a panoramic view of the mountain, a sense of familiarity rose involuntarily, lightly touching some memories in the bottom of his heart.
"I accidentally barged into my home …"
Fang Xing smiled bitterly, and was more and more certain that this area was the Ghost Smoke Valley that he had been searching for a few days.
Looking at the wild slope not far away, he had even caught wild rabbits on it …
But even though he was a little excited, but in front of a strong enemy, Fang Xing didn't show anything, and was even more vigilant.
In his heart, there was even some hatred rising. If he guessed correctly, behind the White Bones Mountain should be the Ghost Smoke Valley.
That year, his home was actually taken over by a demon …
"How dare he occupy this young master's lair! I must kill him …"
Fang Xing thought to himself, and started to slowly calculate in his heart.
After the White Bones Mountain, he could vaguely see a valley hidden in the mountains, but it was against the mountains, and was very well hidden. If it wasn't for the White Bones Mountain as a contrast, it really wouldn't be easy to find it. The two villagers, when they came here, had to work hard to find the path. Fang Xing, on the other hand, let out a long sigh, and urged them to move forward. Familiarly, he found a small path, and then went around a slope, and after sliding down, he came to a valley surrounded by mountains. He stopped and sighed.
"Finally back …"
After a moment of absent-mindedness, Fang Xing came back to his senses, and urged the two villagers to move forward.
In front, there was a deep valley with a radius of four to five miles, hidden in the dark night. No one knew where the white fog came from, but it covered the valley faintly, almost like a dark place. If this was the origin of the two words "Ghost Smoke", it was unknown why, but the temperature here was extremely low, as if it had suddenly entered winter. Their breath turned into frost, and the two villagers were so cold that they were shivering.
"Mortals' bodies are so weak, they can't even withstand a little cold …"
Fang Xing looked at them with disdain, then took out a cotton coat from the ivory tower and put it on.
"Master …"
Standing at the edge of the valley, looking at the broken mountain gate, the two villagers were so scared that they couldn't move.
"Go in!"
Fang Xing did not stand on ceremony, and did not even try to hide it, as he urged the two of them to walk into the valley.
"How dare you! Who dares to break into my seclusion hall?"
As expected, they were discovered in an instant. A stern shout suddenly sounded, the rolling fog coiled over as if it had a life of its own. Without any explanation, it surrounded Fang Xing and the two villagers in the middle. This fog was not material but at this moment, it made people feel slippery and cold, as if they were being entangled by demon snakes, chills from head to toe seeped into their bones.
"Master, help …"
The two villagers were scared out of their wits, and opened their mouths to scream.
And Fang Xing was also very straightforward. With a swoosh, he threw away the yellow talisman, raised his hands high, and shouted, "Don't get excited, Immortal Bai. I just brought you two fresh prey. Are you interested in a good chat, and in the future, we can work together in the long term, okay?"
"Ah …"
The two villagers, who had regarded Fang Xing as their savior, were dumbstruck. Fang Xing laughed aloud and kicked the two of them out first, while he himself followed behind them. Holding two yellow talismans in his hands, he followed closely behind. Originally, they were already entangled by that strange fog. As they pounced forward, they immediately triggered this kind of prohibition spell. All of the fog tightened in that instant, like ropes, they were tied up. At the same time, a strong force came over and forcibly pulled them forward at high speed.
In the darkness, Fang Xing could only see a white blurry shadow in front of him. The terrifying aura of the shadow made his heart jump. But the more it was at this time, the faster his brain worked. As he pounced forward, he had already turned his left hand and crushed the yellow talisman in his hand. At the same time, he let out a strange cry, "Great Immortal Bai, don't be hasty. I'm here to present a treasure. Look at what I have in my hand."
When the yellow talisman in his left hand was crushed, a shapeless golden light flowed through Fang Xing's body, and all the white fog that bound him was completely dissolved. And he followed the momentum of rushing forward, and directly rushed towards the white blurry shadow in the middle. He raised his right hand, and as he shouted, he pressed the purple gold talisman directly towards the white shadow. His mind was instantly tense, success or failure depended on this one move.
His cultivation was gone, but his vision and knowledge were still there.
He had long seen that the white fog restriction that Bai Mo had set up did not have any killing intent. He also expected that when he saw that he and the two villagers had no cultivation, he would definitely not have any other defenses. And Fang Xing took this opportunity to stick the purple gold talisman on his forehead. This purple gold talisman could even suppress Ying Qiaoqiao, who was in the Golden Core Realm, let alone Bai Mo, who was most likely only in the Foundation Establishment Realm.
Everything progressed as expected. He successfully rushed in front of Bai Mo, and the purple gold talisman in his palm slammed down.
But at this moment, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he let out a strange cry, forcibly stopping the talisman that was slamming down.
At the same time, a strand of white hair wrapped around a flying sword appeared out of thin air, pointing directly between his eyebrows, and did not continue to stab.
Fang Xing and Bai Mo both looked like they had seen a ghost, and they looked at each other in disbelief.
"How can it be you …"
After a while, Fang Xing smiled bitterly, "Senior Sister Xiao …"
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