At dawn, Wu Ya woke up, casually gnawed the leftover cold meat from yesterday, and at the same time packed some more. He summoned Xiao Cui, rode on its back, and headed towards the mist. Since
How could he let go of the news about a magical weapon? There was still a blank page in the "Mysterious Weapon Code". Whether it was a divine weapon or a demonic weapon, he had to try to get it in the "Mysterious Weapon Code".
As for thinking about my mistakes, I’m sorry, let’s continue thinking about them when we come back!
With Xiao Cui around, he entered the fog a few hours later. He couldn't help but shudder. In the distance, the visibility was getting smaller and smaller. The fog was black and didn't smell poisonous.
, just weirdly tight.
The closer you get to the Mist Mountain, the darker the surrounding plants become. The original lush trees begin to change from dark green, slowly showing an eerie black color. The deeper you go inside, the darker the color becomes, and the fog becomes heavier and heavier.
It's getting colder and colder. This kind of cold is different from the one on Luo Xingshi yesterday. It's a kind of cold, so cold that it's so cold that it's so cold that it's so cold that your heart stops beating.
"Stop here for now, I can go in alone."
Wu Ya patted Xiao Cui, and God knows if there would be any danger if he flew down again. Xiao Cui put him down obediently. The trees and fallen leaves were all black, no, some seemed to have withered and turned into grayish white. He gently
It scatters when stepped on, like pieces of burned paper. Every step it takes will always bring up a burst of leaf ash. People who don't know it look at it from a distance and think it's some great master.
Wu Ya has been walking in the dark forest for more than half an hour. It is getting more and more gloomy. He feels a little hairy in his heart. Occasionally he can step on some bones or something, but because the fallen leaves are too thick, not many are exposed. Wu Ya
Ya didn't bother to dig out the fallen leaves to see how many bones were buried inside. The surroundings were quiet, with only the sound of rustling, and not even a single animal or monster was seen here.
The fog is getting thicker and thicker. If you are an ordinary person, you can no longer see things one meter away. Wu Ya can still see about ten meters with the strength of the sixth-level military master, but now he seems to be locked up in the second level.
In the small dark room with a radius of ten meters, my mood was severely oppressed.
"call……"
Suddenly, a gust of strange wind blew by, and Wu Ya's clothes were rolled up. He was extremely alert. At this moment, a shrill scream sounded in Wu Ya's ears, and a bright light came from nowhere and tore open the fog.
Cut to him.
"Qiang..."
Wu Ya held his sword to resist, and at the same time looked at the thing that attacked him. It didn't matter if he didn't look at it. He was almost stunned. He had seen dead people and killed people, but he had never seen ghosts except himself.
What's left is a ghost made entirely of white mist. It holds a sword in its hand. Well, it's strange. This sword is actually solid and a little rusty!
Regardless of whether it is embroidered or not, what is in front of you is a ghost!
"Master, this is not a ghost. It is a kind of magical beast made of spiritual bodies. It is called the ghost beast. It is produced in the geology and environment with the heaviest demonic energy. It will change into various forms. As long as it sees the sun, its strength will be consumed.
Until they die, their strength will only be between the second and third levels." Feng Ying came out, and a light voice sounded in Wu Ya's ears.
"Warcraft? Where is its weakness?"
Wu Ya's mood suddenly calmed down. His strength was only between the second and third levels, which is equivalent to the level of human weapon master to general. It was a small problem. No wonder his sword was real. It was probably from someone.
Taken from a corpse.
"Just use Xuan Qi to disperse it, and you will see that there is a core inside. Just blast it away." Feng Ying replied.
Wu Ya nodded, stepped on the wind, and rushed forward more like a ghost than the ghost beast. The ghost beast looked powerful, but it may not have been in battle for a long time, and its movements were dull. Wu Ya got close and used Xuanqi.
For a while.
"Hey, why can't it open?"
"The ghost beast's strength is about the same as its master. The master must use corresponding strength to disperse it."
After hearing this, Wu Ya increased the amount of Xuan Qi without hesitation. Sure enough, with another shrill scream, the ghost beast dispersed directly, and the embroidered sword in its hand also fell, and fell on Wu Ya's body.
There was a moment of white beads shining in front of me.
"break……"
The bead was directly cut in half, and the spirits that had originally wanted to gather together dissipated in the air. This time they did not make any noise and just died. At the same time, Feng Ying's voice sounded again: "Master, the ghost beast bead is good
It can cure mental damage, calm the mind and prevent people from going crazy during practice."
"Huh?" Wu Yahao took away the two halves of the ghost beast bead without hesitation. This thing might be sold at a good price. He didn't care too much. Wu Yahao continued to move forward. He was in a much better mood now than before. Although the ghost beast bead
It's a bit weird, but at least there are living things in this weird place and it's not lonely. Sometimes loneliness is the most terrifying thing.
After another fifteen minutes, Wu Ya felt lonely and actually had no fear. Damn it, there were more and more ghost beasts, densely packed as far as the eye could see, floating around you. Even if you knew they were monsters, your scalp would still be there.
numb.
"Huhu..."
It's been fifteen minutes. Wu Ya didn't know how many ghost beasts he had dispersed. At first, he would collect ghost beast beads. Now, go to hell, there is no time to collect them. He knows how those criminals died after they came in.
Being exhausted to death, you have to use the same power to disperse these ghost beasts before you can completely kill them. How much profound energy do you have to consume?
Making a quick decision, Wu Ya stepped out of the way. He was originally here to test it out, but now he knew that the magic weapon was not so easy to obtain. He would wait until he had the strength to do so later. He did not want to risk his life for the magic weapon.
Knowing that he would get lost, Wu Ya had already made a mark, and asked Feng Ying to remember the direction, and quickly took up the remaining profound energy. Feng Zong took off and rushed towards the exit as if flying.
, but he had barely rushed out ten meters, and in the blink of an eye, it was tragic. Damn it, a violent suction force suddenly came from behind, and Wu Ya's whole body retreated crazily.
"No, is it possible to enter or exit this place?" Wu Ya's face changed horribly.
"Master, it's the Sky-Swallowing Sword!" Feng Ying reminded.
He subconsciously lowered his head and looked, Damn, this sword brother did this again. I don’t know when, another sword head appeared behind him. The sky-swallowing sword flashed with silver-white runes, leading him crazily towards the mist.
He rushed towards the depths, and wherever he passed, the ghost beasts retreated one after another. Unfortunately, the Sky-Swallowing Sword had no intention of helping to destroy them. After they retreated, they gathered together and chased after him.
Wu Ya was about to cry but had no tears. Looking at the "ghosts" chasing after him in a dense crowd, Wu Ya felt that if he stopped now, he would be drowned and not even a scum would be left. He said: "Brother Jian, you probably don't want to let you
Master, shall I die?"
The Sky-Swallowing Sword didn't care about him, and he still went his own way. There were more and more ghost beasts behind him. Although Wu Ya was depressed, he was not very scared. He didn't realize that the Sky-Swallowing Sword would harm him, but he was slightly excited.
, wasn’t this how we got the Seven-Star Divine Halberd last time, the Divine Weapon, maybe we can get the third Divine Weapon soon!
"Feng Ying, remember the direction!"
【Please collect it! Please collect it!】
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