The sky was gray and dark, especially over the hills, which was covered with a faint layer of black mist.
"Senior sister, what should I do with Han Qing?" a disciple asked.
Han Qing was lying on the ground, still awake. Only Weiwei could see the ghost here, so everyone looked at Weiwei expectantly.
Weiwei's eyes glowed faintly. She stared at Han Qing lying on the ground. She touched Han Qing's forehead with one finger. The light on her fingertips entered the depths of Han Qing's consciousness and instantly strangled the person who controlled Han Qing. Dark shadow.
Weiwei tapped Hanqing's forehead, and a spiritual sound resounded in his sea of consciousness, making him wake up suddenly.
Han Qing woke up leisurely, his consciousness still a little confused. He looked at the people watching him and said, "What do you think I am doing?"
"No, why do I feel a little pain in my body?" Han Qing wanted to sit up, but suddenly found that he couldn't move. He suddenly thought of the scene he had forgotten before, and glared: "No, why are you so cruel?"
Han Qing's consciousness returned, and the previous battle scenes naturally appeared in his mind. He especially noticed that his classmates who had a good relationship with him were suppressed the most. Now the magic weapons that trapped him were all theirs. Han Qing glared and saw They all showed honest smiles, without feeling any guilt or any burden on their souls.
"Stop looking and help me untie it quickly!" Han Qing said depressedly.
Several people in the crowd did not take action immediately, but looked at Weiwei and said, "Senior sister, is he okay?"
"It's okay, I'm just sad," Weiwei shook her head.
"Haha, junior brother, don't blame me for being harsh. Senior brother, I am also thinking about the safety of my fellow disciples." A burly senior brother took off the rope from Han Qing's body with an exaggerated expression on his face.
"Senior Brother Han Qing, you know that I am most afraid of death." Tang Zhuo made a secret with his little hands, and a magic talisman fell from Han Qing's body, followed by the second, and the third...
Tang Zhuo looked at the magic talisman in his hand and smiled, "Fortunately, it can still be used."
Han Qing was speechless.
"Brother, you know me. I can't watch ghosts occupy your body," his best friend patted Han Qing on the shoulder and said with a heavy expression.
A golden ring separated from Han Qing's arm. Han Qing looked at the precious magic weapon held by his best friend and sighed in his heart that he had lost all his friends.
Then, one magic weapon left Han Qing's body one after another. He lay there, looking at the sky, not thinking about getting up.
"Senior brother, why don't you get up? Is there any magic weapon still suppressing you?" Tang Zhuo bent down, with his hands behind his back, his eyes full of curiosity.
"I'm tired, give me a hand," Han Qing said expressionlessly.
Tang Zhuo stretched out her little hand and pulled Han Qing up. She said worriedly: "Brother, you are injured, will there be any sequelae?"
"My heart is broken. I didn't expect you to be such a person," Han Qing jumped up and accused with grief and anger.
"Okay, okay, just be fine, don't worry about these details," the burly senior brother comforted.
Han Qing looked up at the sky, bursting into tears, looking like he had suffered great grievances, and he was complaining to God.
Weiwei's fairy eyes quietly opened, her gaze went straight into the depths, and all the scenes appeared in her eyes.
Under the hills, there are masses of black mist. They are trapped inside and cannot get out. Some of them already have some hazy consciousness, but most of the black mist is just a strange mass. Matter floats quietly in the hills without consciousness.
Weiwei's eyes continued to explore inward, until the end of her field of vision, there were still hills in front of her. Weiwei retracted her gaze, concentrated her spiritual thoughts, and rushed under the black soil to see what was underneath.
It was extremely dark and empty under the black soil. Weiwei wanted to continue exploring, but found that her spiritual thoughts were blocked by a wall.
"This kind of power is..." Weiwei frowned. She felt as if her spiritual thoughts had hit a piece of cold iron. It was so cold and cold that it could actually infect her spiritual thoughts.
The road was blocked, so Weiwei turned to other places. She searched downwards, and also encountered this cold force. It was like a wall, completely blocking the road below.
Weiwei withdrew her spiritual thoughts, and a silver lotus flower gently rotated in her sea of consciousness, completely extinguishing the cold power in her spiritual thoughts.
"Could it be that this kind of power is everywhere under these hills?" Weiwei guessed, her eyes were dark and uncertain, and she didn't know what she was thinking about.
After a long time, Weiwei regained her composure. Seeing that Han Qing was still arguing with a few people, she said, "Okay, don't worry, let's set off now."
Han Qing immediately stopped arguing. He had been making jokes just now. Now that the business was coming, he immediately said seriously: "Okay, senior sister, what should we do now? Let's fight all the way through!"
"This place is not simple. You follow me closely and we will avoid them," Weiwei said calmly. She never did anything that she was not sure of.
"Senior sister, what on earth is that?" Tang Zhuo asked curiously.
"An unknown creature is still very ignorant. There is no threat now." Weiwei explored the hills and found that there were no traces of corpses in them. They were not a gathering of evil thoughts after death, so Weiwei guessed that they were probably
It was caused by that cold force.
"Why can't we see it?"
"Maybe it hasn't been formed yet," Weiwei smiled. Seeing that everyone was really curious, she used her spiritual mind to simulate a scene and presented it in front of her.
"Wow, that's it. Why do I think it's kind of cute?"
"You're so cute," someone immediately retorted.
"Hey, no one else has noticed in the past. It seems that we are the first to know. If we tell the leader this news, we should be able to exchange for a lot of practice resources," a disciple said happily.
Qianshan Blessed Land is an abandoned place. Most of the disciples who come to explore every year cannot find the opportunity. It is just because this place is special. Only monks from the Lunhai Secret Realm are allowed to enter. If monks from the Dao Palace Secret Realm enter, the blessed land will either collapse or the Dao Palace will be destroyed.
The monks were expelled, so the heads of the six caves were obsessed with exploring here, thinking what if there was a chance?
The master thinks so, but the disciples don't think so. They think exactly the opposite. They think this place is desolate. The legends about some disciples getting opportunities in the early years are mostly lies. The reason why they are widely circulated is to make them willing.
He voluntarily searched for it, but as time changed, more and more disciples did not believe in this idea.
They believe that there is no opportunity here unless...
Although some people still have the idea of luck in their hearts, they know very well that this is just an unrealistic fantasy!
It is said that this place has been explored by those major sects, but they have not found anything, let alone the six major caves of Yan State.
If the Thousand Mountains Paradise was not useless enough, how could it be the turn to explore the six caves? Moreover, the exploration history of the six caves has been hundreds of years, and those predecessors could not find it, let alone such a waste myself?
They are very self-aware, so they follow closely the large army. If there is an opportunity, they can take it if they can, but if they can't, they will let others take it. If there is no hope, there will be no disappointment.
Weiwei put away the screen and said: "Follow me closely and try not to provoke them."
Weiwei took the lead and walked forward, with many disciples gathering behind her and setting foot in this area.
Weiwei turned left and right, walking all the way, walking beside the unconscious black fog. Her eyes were shining, and all the hills were invisible in her eyes, showing their most original appearance.
The hills Weiwei passed by were large and small, but there was no black mist in any of them. The disciples who followed her also understood that ghost shadows did not exist based on the size of the hills.
When they entered this area, they felt the cold atmosphere here more intimately, as if there was a fierce ghost touching them in the dark.
"Yeah!" Weiwei suddenly felt a breath, and she looked there abruptly. She didn't notice it before, but now that she was close to it, she felt that there seemed to be strange objects living there.
"Let's go, there's a treasure!" Weiwei rode up the rainbow and asked the disciples behind her to follow her quickly.
When everyone heard this, their eyes instantly brightened, and they quickly took off and chased after Weiwei.
They had not used their divine power before. Firstly, it was because the divine power was scarce and could not sustain flying for a long time. Secondly, the Thousand Mountains Paradise was strange and the life essence was exhausted, making it difficult to replenish the divine power.
Now that I heard there was a treasure, I naturally ignored it and rushed there first.
Several divine rainbows flashed across the hills, like shooting stars, arriving at their destination instantly.
During this period, Black Mist tried to stop him, but Weiwei hit him back with a wave of light, causing some of his figure to dissipate.
When Weiwei landed, she saw a quagmire in front of her. There was a strange rock in the middle of the quagmire, and there was a strange flower on the strange rock.
The aura that Weiwei sensed was that of the strange flower. She stared at the strange flower and recalled the books she had read to see if there was any record of this flower.
"Is it that kind of flower?" Weiwei's eyes narrowed and she suddenly remembered some kind of legend.