Alienated Martial Arts

The wind cuts like a knife, and the snow cuts like a canopy.

The world is completely white.

The sword and bow are covered with snow, and the clothes and armor are bright.

The large group of cavalry marched silently deep into the snowy field.

No matter how heavy the wind and snow were, it did not disrupt the formation.

Suddenly, the old man in the front, wearing a black robe and a bone ornament on his head, raised his hand.

The entire team immediately turned from movement to silence, and slowly stopped on the side of a stone hill.

"Going further south, we will reach the territory of Da Zhou."

The old man looked back and his eyes fell on the face of the cavalry leader behind him, "Binglie and I will continue to go south into Qizhou. You don't need to continue to follow us, just go to the city near the border pass for a walk.

As I said before, make the momentum and movement bigger, but don't get into any entanglement with the surrounding garrison, just let them have the feeling of a large army pressing down on the situation. "

"I will obey my orders."

Master Feng climbed to the top of a stone slope and watched the large group of cavalry go away, quickly disappearing into the depths of the wind and snow.

Bingwu followed behind, standing on two protruding blue stones with Master Feng on one left and one on the right.

He changed into a white robe, which was a little less cold and more gentle than when he was covered in silver armor.

"Does General Binglie know why I was reluctant to go south to Zhou Dynasty at first, but then suddenly changed my mind?"

Master Feng raised his eyes and looked at the endless snowfield in front of him, his expression gradually became gloomy and gloomy.

Without waiting for Bingwu's answer, he asked a second question, "Does General Binglie know the comparison of the combat power of our Northern Wilderness and that of the Great Zhou in terms of martial arts masters?"

Bingwu thought slowly and said, "Among the seven sects of the Great Zhou Sect, Saint Master Luo is now in our Northern Wilderness. If we exclude the Lord Lingming Mountain who is suffering from hidden injuries, there will only be five Yangji Grandmasters left.

As for the imperial court, the three old guys from the Four Elephants Hall of the Tianji Mansion, as well as one person guarding the border of southern Xinjiang, and even if there is a possible hidden grand master, the number that can be shown to the public is at most a dozen people. That’s all. "

Venerable Feng nodded slightly, "Although the number of people mentioned by General Binglie is slightly wrong, it has nothing to do with the overall situation. What about us?"

Bingwu said without hesitation this time, "We have at least half more Yangji masters than them. If we include the Yinji masters, it is definitely more than double."

"Yeah, it looks like we're twice as big as them, if not more."

Master Feng sighed deeply, "But looking at the entire situation now, although we have put forward an aggressive and oppressive posture towards the south before, it was just true and false, false and true, to cover up the king's true intention. That’s all.”

Bingwu narrowed her eyes suddenly, "Master Feng, do you mean that we are on the defensive?"

"On the defensive?"

"General Bing Lie is too optimistic."

"If I were just on the defensive, I wouldn't have to be so nervous. I might even be a little timid and unwilling to even avenge His Highness Huangchen."

Venerable Feng turned back and looked north, with a helpless smile on his face, "Binglie kept his mind pure and focused on martial arts practice wholeheartedly.

You have Concubine Han behind you to protect you from wind and rain, so even though you are a brave general in the Golden Horde, it is normal for you not to know some things.

For example, the general didn't know that the golden tent was extremely empty now. Apart from me, only Master Shan was left in charge. "

Bingwu was stunned for a moment, "The two high priests, the two masters Lin Huo, the three spirit generals who are still above the generals, the four great masters of the secret sect, etc., are they all gone?"

After a pause, he then asked, "Does my sister know about this?"

"Concubine Han may know a little bit, but she doesn't know the details. Otherwise, she wouldn't have let me take you south to Qizhou to find Yuan Dao Ning Xuan, who is really troublesome."

Master Feng shook his head and continued, "During this period, they all secretly went northward according to the king's order.

Together with the selected masters from each department, they are preparing to launch a higher-level Brahma Jiao again to deal with the threat posed by the Xuanbing Sea.

You said that if the Great Zhou imperial sect once again recruits masters into the Northern Wilderness at this time, what can we do to stop it? "

Bingwu took a deep breath of icy air and exhaled slowly, "Has the situation in Xuan Binghai gotten so bad?"

"Yes, not only General Binglie didn't think of it, but I also didn't think of it.

Even the Royal Lord and the High Priest were the same. No one thought at the beginning that the situation in Xuan Binghai would take a turn for the worse and become so out of control. "

When Master Feng said this, he let out another low sigh, "The cause of the past and the result of today. As for the chaos in Xuan Binghai, no matter how hard it is, we still can't get around the invincible man who dominated the world a hundred years ago. Emperor Wu of the Great Zhou Dynasty."

"Back then, Emperor Wu stepped through the golden tent at all costs and destroyed the last remaining trace of Brahma's divine will.

Regardless of his own injuries, he continued heading north until he led many southern Xinjiang masters into the Black Ice Sea.

No one knows what he did inside or what he arranged.

All I know is that when he appeared again, his whole person exuded the aura of death that kept strangers away.

What's more important is that there are almost no survivors of the Southern Xinjiang Grandmasters who were conquered, and it is not known whether they were killed by Emperor Wu himself in the Xuanbing Sea.

The result was that forty years ago we regained our strength and headed south.

After a series of bloody battles with the warriors of the Great Zhou Dynasty, although they had the upper hand overall, they had to retreat northward in a hurry due to the sudden chaos in the Xuanbing Sea, giving up the advantages that countless tribal warriors had gained with their blood. "

"What if we leave Xuan Binghai alone?"

Bingwu frowned and thought hard, and said slowly after careful consideration, "Under the leadership of the Royal Lord, we can completely go south before the start of this white disaster, as long as we can occupy the rich land of Great Zhou for resettlement..."

His voice gradually became lower, and in the end he could only sigh helplessly, "Even if we can occupy the entire Great Zhou, if we lose the Northern Wilderness because of this, we will actually lose everything."

"General Bing Lie is worthy of being a great master who has stepped into the Yang Pole. His mind is clear and thorough, and he quickly figured out the key to the problem."

Master Feng brushed off the accumulated snowflakes on his clothes with his hand and sighed with emotion.

“Since the end of the war forty years ago, the previous king, the high priest of the Golden Horde, and the great master of the Esoteric Cult have worked together to think about two questions, but so far there is no clear answer.

The first is what is the relationship between us Northern Wilderness warriors, and even the various tribes and tribes, and the spiritual mind of Brahma.

The second is the question of whether Brahma's spiritual will will continue to exist if we abandon this bitter cold land and wholeheartedly open up new lands to the south or even west, and allow the important land of the Golden Tent to be occupied by other races. "

"General Bing Lie, if you were the one to make the decision, how would you choose?"

Bingwu was silent for a long time, and finally shook her head, "I don't know, and I can't choose. Even the two questions mentioned by Master Feng, I didn't dare to think deeply because I was afraid of offending the Great Brahma."

Venerable Feng exhaled a breath of white air and looked up at the dark sky, "The new king has great talents and unfathomable cultivation. He is even close to the level that Emperor Wu of the Great Zhou Dynasty once stood at.

But even so, the Royal Lord still did not dare to gamble.

After all, the stakes to be staked were too heavy, and it was related to the life and death of the tribes in the Northern Wilderness. One wrong step might lead to the loss of everything. You can imagine the pressure this brings. "

Having said this, he turned around and glanced, "General Binglie now knows why I suddenly agreed to go south and bring several thousand-man troops directly under the Golden Account."

Bingwu lowered her eyes and spoke in a serious tone, "There is a saying in the art of war. The imaginary is real and the real is imaginary. Your Majesty's trip this time will bring oppression to the Great Zhou Dynasty, in order to make the other party unclear about our virtual reality and eliminate them. Doubts that may arise in recent times.”

Lord Feng nodded slowly, "If the chaos in the Xuan Binghai Sea continues, it will be impossible for us to hide it from the south for a long time.

But if it can be postponed for a while, it is a moment, even if it is only a few more days, that is still good. "

Bingwu fell into memories and was full of doubts, "This summer, I was on duty at the Xuan Bing Sea, and I also had confrontations with their warriors.

I feel that its overall strength level is not stronger than our Northern Wilderness warriors. Why did it suddenly become so powerful? "

"What General Binglie saw should be only the low-level cultivators in Xuan Binghai, not the high-level cultivators that have gradually increased in recent times.

Only if you have fought against their great cultivators can you experience for yourself that those people can corrode and pollute the spiritual mind of Brahma.

This feeling is so terrible that even the masters of various departments suffer terribly from it, not to mention the Xuangan warriors below. Over time, they will all fall into chaos that is difficult to escape.

That's why the Royal Lord is so determined to knock them down into the abyss at any cost.

If they are allowed to leave the ice sea and set foot in the Northern Wilderness, and then develop and grow, if the spiritual power of the Great Brahma does not exist, then the end of our Northern Wilderness warriors will truly come. "

Venerable Feng slowly walked down the stone hillock and continued walking south, "The Royal Lord said not long ago that the stronger our Northern Wilderness warriors are, the more powerful Brahma's spiritual will will be, and vice versa.

Therefore, compared to the southern barbarians like Da Zhou, the guys in Xuan Binghai are the real thorn in their side. "

Bingwu followed behind, a few steps away, thinking slowly and said, "There is Brahma's spiritual intention in Beihuang to care for all living beings, but there is no corresponding Zhoutian spiritual intention in Da Zhou.

Therefore, as long as Xuan Binghai can be completely eliminated, no matter how big the loss is, we can accept it. As long as we recuperate for a period of time, we will still have the upper hand when facing Southern Zhou. "

"Yeah, sometimes I think that Emperor Wu of the Great Zhou Dynasty a hundred years ago might have seen this.

That's why after breaking through the golden tent and slaying Brahma's divine will, we continued northward and entered the depths of the Black Ice Sea, creating such a big trouble for us.

Even if he weakens and declines soon afterwards, going mad and dying, he will not hesitate. "

"According to Venerable Feng, forty years ago when the Golden Tent went south, many warriors from various tribes died in the battle, which led to the weakness of Brahma's spiritual will, which in turn triggered the chaos in the Xuanbing Sea!?

Well, in recent times, masters such as Yuan Rong of the Black Water Division, Long Sheng of the Golden Dragon Division, Meng Zhi Meng Zhi of the Esoteric Cult, and Chi Yan of the Fierce Fire General died for no reason. More importantly, the death of Chen'er may also have a certain impact on Brahma's spiritual mind. Impact! "

Thinking of this, Bingwu subconsciously held down the golden sword hidden in her clothes.

His thoughts were a little confused for a while.

Even his state of mind became unstable and no longer as clear and bright as before.

"Master Feng, please stay."

After walking a certain distance, Bingwu suddenly said, "I will tell my sister when I get back, so she doesn't have to mention the matter of going to Qinglin Mountain."

"No, I must go to Qinglin Mountain."

Master Feng stopped and looked back with a calm expression.

"I'm not here to fight Ning Xuanzhen for life and death, but I want to see if the earth energy hidden at the bottom of Qinglin Mountain will be affected by the power of Xuan Binghai.

From this, one can catch a glimpse of a leopard and know the autumn from a leaf, and deduce what the outcome will be if the various blessed lands in the Great Zhou encounter cultivators from the Black Ice Sea. "

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"Wei Daozi, I have a lot of doubts in my mind. I don't know whether I should talk about it or not."

At the foot of Bingquan Mountain, the deacon of the inner gate of Wuji Palace looked back at the town, his expression and tone somewhat hesitant.

"Deacon Zhao, it doesn't matter if you say it."

Wei Tao stopped and looked up at the path leading into the mountain, a deep light flashing from time to time in his eyes.

"Then I'll just tell you."

Deacon Zhao organized his words and said slowly after thinking, "After entering this town, I always felt that something was not quite right. I looked carefully but could not find the problem.

And after staying for a long time, my mood seems to have become a little dusty, and it is no longer as clear and transparent as when I first arrived.

Daozi's cultivation level is advanced, and his vision is naturally wide. Just now, he suddenly shocked the whole audience. Have you found the reason? "

"I didn't find the reason either."

Wei Tao withdrew his gaze and looked at the town below with Deacon Zhao.

After a long silence, he slowly said, "I only saw chaos. The entire town adjacent to the blessed land, including the people in the town, is in indescribable chaos."

"confusion?"

Deacon Zhao frowned, puzzled, "I think they are all normal and show no signs of confusion."

"Deacon Zhao is looking at their words and deeds, so naturally he won't find any obvious abnormalities."

Wei Tao smiled and said, "I was just like Deacon Zhao at the beginning, I just had a vague feeling that something was not right, but I couldn't find what the problem was.

It wasn't until later that I met the stewards of the blessed land, watched the gods and spirits, burned the fire of karma, and oppressed them with the true meaning of my own martial arts, and used various methods to explore and sense, that I discovered some abnormalities. "

Deacon Zhao asked, "What kind of abnormality does Daozi refer to?"

Wei Tao did not answer directly, but asked instead, "Deacon Zhao, the stewards we met today are all related to Wuji Palace, and most of them have practiced Liuyun Sanshou. Is that true or not?"

"What Taozi said is correct."

Deacon Zhao nodded, "Most of these stewards are drawn from various outer sects. Naturally, they have practiced Liuyun Sanshou, and even Wuji Sanshou."

"now it's right."

Wei Tao raised his hand and pointed at the center of his eyebrows, "If I hadn't practiced Liuyun Sanshou and understood the artistic conception of Jiwu Liuyun contained in it, I might not be able to tell the difference.

Especially Butler Bai who guards Bingquan Mountain. As a warrior in the realm of mystical senses, he can already perceive and capture mystical thoughts and come into contact with the deeper artistic conception of Jiwu Liuyun. It was from him that I finally determined the strangeness. Change happens. "

"To put it simply, their spirits are a little abnormal. Although there is no clue on the surface, it feels like they are contaminated by some kind of power, which makes the artistic conception of the Wuji technique they practice extremely chaotic. "

"Mutation!?"

Deacon Zhao's pupils suddenly contracted, his heart was pounding, and he could hardly maintain his calm expression.

Different words spoken by different people have completely different impacts.

Just like now.

If only an accompanying servant told him that something happened here.

Deacon Zhao would only smile slightly and not take it too seriously.

He believed that the so-called changes were, at most, trivial matters that were not worth mentioning. He did not even need to personally come forward and could just call a few disciples to deal with them.

but……

Now it was Qinglin Mountain Wei Daozi who stood here and said these two words himself.

That's a big problem.

It is no exaggeration to use the word "critical" to describe it.

This is a martial arts master whose strength level is comparable to that of the Palace Master, making Xing Daozi's eyes full of stars.

Standing high at the top, overlooking the entire seven sects of the sect.

Therefore, what seemed like a small trouble to Wei Daozi might become a huge disaster to him.

So now that even Wei Daozi has said the word mutation, doesn't it mean...

Deacon Zhao thought for a while and finally found a suitable description.

Doesn’t it mean that Bingquan Mountain is about to collapse? ?

He thought silently, and Wei Tao's gentle and calm voice sounded in his ears again.

"Brother Zhao, please take the others and leave now. It doesn't make much sense for you to stay here. On the contrary, dangerous situations may arise."

"Fortunately, Senior Sister Xing was lazy and left this matter to me, otherwise, she might even be in chaos.

Although there will be no fear of life, it will have great harm to the subsequent martial arts practice, and may even cut off the path to further improvement. "

Deacon Zhao suddenly came to his senses and asked subconsciously, "What about Daozi? Do you want to leave with us?"

"I'll wait a little longer, maybe I'll go to the Ice Spring Mountain to have a look."

A smile appeared on Wei Tao's face, his eyes as calm as a deep pool.

“I have comprehended the true meaning of many martial arts techniques, witnessed the evil thoughts of Brahma, weak water and dead energy, the spiritual meaning of radish tea, the true spirit of human beings, etc.

But this is the first time I have seen something like this that is full of chaos and seems to corrode and pollute people's spirit, especially when it still shows its signs in the blessed land.

Therefore, you must do a little research. Even if you cannot find the source of the problem, you must at least understand a general idea, so as not to be confused and difficult to deal with next time. "

Deacon Zhao took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, sounding like he was falling into the clouds and mist.

More importantly, when he looked into Wei Tao's eyes, he felt uncontrollable fear for no reason.

Those eyes that were like deep pools, although they contained a gentle smile, seemed to be filled with almost endless dark and deadly energy.

Thinking further, it seemed to contain a vast dark void, and it was like a whirlpool leading to the unknown, trying to swallow him whole.

"I understand, I'll pack up and leave now."

Deacon Zhao lowered his gaze, not daring to look at her.

He just said cautiously, "I still have a question that I need to ask Daozi for help."

Wei Tao slowly raised his hand and patted his shoulder, "Well, with the relationship with Senior Sister Xing, Brother Zhao doesn't need to be so polite in front of me. If you have any questions, just ask."

Deacon Zhao was immediately flattered and subconsciously lowered his body slightly to find a more suitable height and distance to make it easier for Wei Daozi to shoot more comfortably and smoothly.

Then he considered his words and said, "Butler Bai, who is still in Bingquan Town, and those stewards of Blessed Land, do you want Daozi to take them away together?"

"No, just let them stay here so that I can observe the subsequent changes."

When Wei Tao said this, he explained casually, "A long time has passed since Deacon Fu Dibai sent the message, to Senior Sister Xing receiving the order, and then to Brother Zhao and I arriving here.

Therefore, even if Brother Zhao takes them away, it is already too late. It is better to survive in the chaos and perhaps solve the problem fundamentally. "

Deacon Zhao did not dare to say anything more and immediately turned around and left.

Only Wei Tao was left standing at the foot of Bingquan Mountain, looking up at the snow-covered and mist-shrouded mountain, without moving for a long time.

Time passed little by little.

It's almost dusk, and darkness is approaching.

The mist became thicker and thicker, almost more dense than the night.

Blocking sight and even blocking perception.

"This fog is a bit too thick."

"It feels a bit like the Taoist master's cloud and mist lock. Once it enters, it will greatly affect the perception, and even suppress the true meaning of one's martial arts."

Wei Tao stretched out his hand across his eyes, feeling like he was stroking the solid white velvet.

No matter how hard he focused his eyes, he couldn't see the distant scenery clearly.

Even if the imperial envoy uses the Guan Shen Wang Qi technique, he can only perceive the surrounding area of ​​a few feet.

At some point, the mountain wind started to blow.

White mist also surged up.

The sudden night wind was not too light, but it did not blow away the mist. On the contrary, it made it thicker and richer.

As the wind became stronger, there was also a very faint fishy-sweet smell mixed in, as if there was blood flowing around it.

Quietly, the white mist was covered with a layer of scarlet color.

Wei Tao turned around and left.

He did not enter Bingquan Mountain at night, but returned to Bingquan Town.

Night has fallen, and the town is shrouded in darkness.

The fog becomes much lighter as it spreads here, not as vast as when entering the mountains.

Wei Tao walked slowly on the street, carefully observing the surrounding situation.

Bingquan Town is not that big, with only two intersecting streets.

The residents inside are also very simple. Except for the stewards sent by Wuji Palace, the rest are some workers hired to work.

As for the evil warrior mentioned in Butler Bai's summons, he was nowhere to be seen from beginning to end.

The night is already quite deep.

Lights were lit in each room, and the light was projected through the gaps in the doors and windows, reflecting orange bright strips of different lengths and thicknesses outside, cutting the small streets into various strange shapes.

Voices came from time to time, even mixed with some kind of suppressed, intermittent sounds, which immediately added a bit of liveliness to the town.

Wei Tao didn't know how long such popularity could last.

Just like the seemingly ordinary Bingquan Town, beneath the calm surface, there is already a turbulent undercurrent, which will suddenly burst out at some point, swallowing up and burying everything.

Wei Tao stopped in front of Deacon Bai's residence.

There was a soft click.

The lock bolt was directly broken, and he went straight to the main hall as if he were back at home.

"Daozi is back from Bingquan Mountain?"

There were no lights on in the room, so Butler Bai sat motionless in the darkness and said hello to Wei Tao who pushed in the door.

"came back."

Wei Tao nodded slightly and casually sat down on another chair. "Deacon Bai said some time ago that evil warriors appeared nearby. I need to learn more about the situation."

"I can't remember exactly what it was."

Butler Bai lit the candle standing on the table and sighed, "I don't know why, but I always feel tired recently and my memory is not very good.

Even during daily practice, Wuji Sanshou, which I had memorized by heart, would be made full of errors and the original meaning of the technique would be lost. "

Wei Tao nodded and then asked, "Do other blessed land managers also have the same problem as Deacon Bai?"

"Also, when did Butler Bai discover something was wrong, and what changes occurred at that time?"

"I don't even know about that."

Butler Bai sighed lowly, "I can't even explain my own affairs clearly, and I'm not in the mood to go..."

Before he could finish his words, Wei Tao interrupted him directly.

"This matter is quite important. Butler Bai had better recall it carefully."

Butler Bai raised his head and suddenly shivered.

He didn't know why, but looking at that gentle smiling face and listening to the gentle and calm voice, he could hardly control his emotions, and even his heartstrings almost broke.

Although the person opposite was smiling gently and speaking in a calm tone, he was still exuding extremely terrifying pressure.

And it's the kind of huge pressure that acts on the mind and directly causes delusions.

Unconsciously, everything changed.

In Butler Bai's eyes, there was only a surging darkness and a crimson flame quietly igniting from the depths of the darkness.

"That evil warrior..."

“Just a few months ago, a strange-looking woman came here.

Her skin is so white that it's almost transparent, and her eyes don't have black pupils like ours, but are as blue as the sea. "

Wei Tao's eyes flashed, and he asked with some surprise, "What color is her hair, brown or blonde?"

"She had no hair, not even eyebrows."

"Because Bingquan Town exists because of the ice springs in the mountains, there have always been few outsiders coming in and out, so when she came to the town, our disciples on duty that day stopped her and asked about the situation, but she disappeared before she even got close. No trace of that woman.

From then on, starting from the ice spring, the mist spread little by little.

After that, we went into the mountains to collect water and plant medicinal fields. The mountain road that could have been walked with eyes closed began to appear like a ghost beating a wall. It felt like we had walked a long way, but in fact we were just wandering around in a small area. "

Butler Bai murmured to himself, unaware that red blood was flowing out of his seven orifices.

Wei Tao frowned slightly and turned his head to look outside.

A faint white mist seeped in through the cracks in the doors and windows, quickly filling the entire room.

In the room, the candle was still burning quietly.

The flames suddenly jumped from time to time, and the light penetrated the white mist and hit various furniture and furnishings, causing the shadows behind to distort and change.

The fog is getting thicker and thicker.

The frequency of candlelight beating is also getting faster and faster.

The shadows reflected became more and more twisted and crazy, like a shadow puppet show that was out of control during the performance.

Until there was a soft pop.

The candles were extinguished quietly, and the entire hall suddenly returned to calm.

Tick ​​tock.

A drop of blood fell to the ground from the corner of Confession Deacon's lips, and then quickly turned into a dripping line of blood.

He began to gasp for air.

Swallowing more and more white mist.

After a while, Deacon Bai calmed down, folded his hands on his knees, and looked straight ahead.

The body is as straight as a javelin.

Wei Tao had no expression on his face and waited quietly.

A whistling sound came from outside the house.

It seems the wind is blowing outside.

In just a few moments, the wind became stronger and stronger.

The branches were blown wildly, and there was a dull thud in between. It sounded like the banging sound caused by the constant opening and closing of the courtyard door.

"The fog may be real, but other ghosts and ghosts are fake."

"With my current level of cultivation, I can still be affected by it. It is even eroding the true meaning of martial arts that I have condensed."

"If it were in the past, the sea of ​​flowers and the bone altar should have appeared in the mountains, but I don't know if the spiritual power of radish tea can withstand the invasion of this white mist."

Wei Tao was lost in thought, forming the Flame Lotus Seal with his hands.

There was a soft pop.

It was as if a wick had exploded between his fingers.

At the same time, the wind sound like a ghost crying, the ghost shadow reflected on the window, and various other abnormal noises suddenly became lighter and lighter.

But this peaceful situation only lasted for a short moment, and all the visions returned again, even more chaotic and manic than before.

"The Karma Fire Red Lotus is still somewhat useful, but my level of practice is too low to achieve better results."

"These fogs have been trying to erode my true meaning of martial arts. Apart from using Yuan Ti to unify, there seems to be no other better way to block it out.

If this continues, it may not take too long for the true meaning of martial arts that I have condensed to be riddled with holes and chaos, and it will no longer be the transparent and clear artistic conception it once was. "

“Even me is like this, and Butler Bai, who is still at the level of mystical consciousness, must be even more affected.

If even the mysterious thoughts captured by perception are changed, not only will there be no hope for the interaction between heaven and man, but it may also detonate all kinds of delusions and disturb the human spirit into chaos. "

"What if it is a Yangji Grandmaster who has transformed into reality, can the true meaning of martial arts condensed withstand the pollution and erosion of these white mists?"

"The last question is, how did this white mist appear, and how is it related to the weird woman without hair that Butler Bai just mentioned."

Wei Tao fell into thought and allowed the white mist to surround him.

Apart from the Flame Lotus Seal just formed, there was no other reaction.

Time passed little by little.

Even he couldn't bear the erosion and influence of the fog.

Quietly, the Flame Lotus Seal turned into the Yuan Ti Fist Seal.

There was a soft thud.

The heart of Wei Tao's empty fist swung away.

"Hunyuan Wuji, Yuan Fei..."

He was about to clench his fists and take the true meaning of martial arts into himself, but at the last moment he stopped without any warning.

"The Taoist Master's Cloud Mist Lock is also a display of his martial arts artistic conception."

"So, what if the diffuse white fog is a similar situation?"

"No, the white mist in front of me gives me a feeling more similar to Brahma's spiritual energy and weak water death energy, but it has a little more pervasive ability to corrode pollution."

"In this case, there is still another method we can try."

Wei Tao suddenly opened his eyes, and countless scarlet tentacles protruded from his fingertips.

We branched off in different directions and wandered in the vast mist.

Silk threads can carry mysterious thoughts and spiritual thoughts.

Therefore, if the white mist is also some form of spiritual energy, it is possible to capture its perception by driving the mysterious silk threads, and truly study it carefully.

It is even possible to swallow and absorb the true meaning through the Void Xuanwu, and incorporate this spiritual meaning into the body, so that the blood network can taste what it tastes like.

Wei Tao was full of expectations and carefully explored his perception.

Ignoring the fact that the white mist is always having an impact on me.

He wasn't panicked at all.

After all, it has the "Yuan Fei Gui Yi" foundation that was born out of Hunyuan Hammer and Void Xuanwu. When it really comes to the point where it can't be endured, the problem can be solved by directly incorporating all the true meaning of martial arts into the physical body.

It's just that in this way, it is impossible to capture the true meaning of martial arts in a more detailed way through the influence of pollution and erosion like now.

"This white mist seems to be some kind of alternative spirituality."

"Interestingly, compared to other martial arts true meanings, the Brahma spiritual meaning corresponding to the Vajra Secret Technique and the Word Spirit Technique has been affected the most, as if it has been specifically targeted."

"So, if this thing appears in the Northern Wilderness, those masters and masters will probably be too anxious to stop it and will not give up until it is exterminated at all costs."

Wei Tao gently exhaled a breath of turbid air, and was about to release more silk threads, but his eyes suddenly froze.

At this moment, all the white mist quietly receded.

Soon disappeared without a trace.

There was also a female voice full of surprise and anger, which suddenly sounded from the depths of darkness outside.

"These scarlet threads seem to be mysterious threads?"

"It turned out to be a mysterious thread with a devouring mood. Isn't this thing extinct long ago!?"

As soon as the sound sounded, it quickly went away, and in an instant it was already faintly visible and disappeared into the vast night.

Wei Tao was stunned.

The corners of his eyes and mouth were twitching slightly.

His body was also shaking uncontrollably.

"I haven't successfully sensed and captured her yet, and she's about to run away?"

"This person has such a small body, she can only take advantage of it, but she doesn't want to pay at all. How can there be such a truth in the world that can only go in but not out!?"

"I think she doesn't want to live anymore!"

The next moment, Wei Tao's heart exploded like a dynamite barrel.

Uncontrollable, nameless rage burned brightly.

Even the scarlet tentacles all over the room were dancing wildly and twisting violently.

Boom! ! !

A big hole opened in the hall of Butler Bai's main room.

Bricks, stones and earthwork were flying around, and another figure sprang out from it like lightning, pursuing the direction where the sound disappeared.

Seeing the bald head leaving quickly in the darkness, he felt as if he had suddenly discovered a peeled hard-boiled egg after being starved for ten days and nights.

He was so impatient.

There was no time to even open the door.

Of course, he didn't even have time to push open the courtyard door, or even climb over the wall. He just blasted through all the obstacles in front of him, pulling out afterimages and rushing to catch up.

The mud and snow exploded wherever they passed, sending smoke and dust flying, leaving a long trail of earth behind them.

Heading violently towards the ice spring mountain deep in the darkness.