Genius Demon Empress

On the second day after the Silver Scorpion mercenary group attacked, Old Trout ordered people to burn down the blinding wormwood on the shore of the lake.

Under the blazing fire, the wormwood was completely destroyed, and the view of the lake was widened a lot, which could avoid ambushing the enemy, but also allowed the mercenaries to see the Pill Demon Tomb not far away more clearly.

Thick billowing smoke drifted to the side of the blood mist, as if encountering resistance, no matter how difficult it was to move forward.

The protective array on the fire dragon sail was repaired, and the man in black who suddenly appeared did not appear again.

From the prisoners of the Blue Crystal Mercenary Group, Yue Jinghua and others learned that the Silver Scorpion Mercenary Group and the Blue Crystal Mercenary Group each had a group of elites, ready to attack Ni Qianjun.

After hearing the news, Feng Buhui couldn't stay still any longer. He wanted to get off the boat to find Ni Qianjun and the others, but Old Trout didn't allow it. He still remembered what Ni Qianjun said before he left. Once it's over, if Ni Qianjun and the others haven't come out, they will sail away immediately.

Time is like the water on the surface of a lake, seemingly calm, but still passing by. On the last night before Huolongfan took off and returned to the voyage, Ni Qianjun and the others still had no news.

It was another cold and quiet night, a figure crossed the deck, and a raft was quickly lowered to the surface.

Feng Bugui jumped off the raft, the water surface was choppy, the other side of the raft shook slightly, and a person stood floatingly on the other side of the boat.

Seeing the person's attire, Feng Bugui stammered, "Master Yueyue, what are you doing?"

"You're really calm, it's a full day and night later than I expected." She was dressed in white armor, with that weird broken sword stuck in her back, and a black mysterious beast hanging on her shoulder. It was the flashing mink and leopard that suddenly appeared that night. It seemed that she was planning to leave Huolongfan and enter Dan Modron.

"Master Yue, you can't enter the Pill Demon Tomb with me. I promised the deputy head that I will protect your safety," Feng Buhui knew that it was impossible to persuade Old Trout, but he couldn't just sit back and watch. Brother, there are no bones left, he died in the Dan modron.

Although Riyue Jinghua said that she had won against her that day, but she had no profound strength, it was absolutely true.

There may be various kinds of poisonous gas hidden in the Pill Modron, without the protective body of profound energy, the consequences are unpredictable.

"You've already run away, why are you talking about taking care of me? Ni Qianjun said earlier that the blood mist in the Pill Demon Tomb will greatly reduce the cultivation base of profound practitioners, and everyone is similar after entering it. Martial skills, profound strength and so on are all floating clouds," Old God Yue Jinghua decided.

Feng Buhui glanced at Dan Mozunk, and then at Gu Yue Jinghua's dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water. He is not very literate, but he has heard that shrews and urchins are the two most unreasonable types of people in the world , It is useless to say more.

He raised his crossbow and shot towards the surface of the water. The arrow carried profound force in the wind, and the raft was like a flat leaf blown up by the wind, breaking a waterway on the mirror-like lake.

The raft moved quickly, and within a short while, it leaned against the shore of the Dan Modron.

The grass burned by the fire was black and misty, and the two got out of the kayak.

Just getting close to the blood mist, there was a bloody smell in the breath, like the stench of years of rotting, which made people feel dizzy instantly, the air inhaled in the nostrils also became moist and sticky, and the breath became Somewhat cramped.

Feng Buhui hurriedly mobilized his profound energy, and sure enough, after entering the blood mist, his cultivation was suppressed. A faint layer of profound energy could only barely appear on the surface of the skin, remembering that Yue Jinghua was still following behind her, and then looking back, in the night, there was an extra layer of milky white starlight on Yue Jinghua's skin surface, which set off her The whole person is hazy and graceful, the facial features are more beautiful, and the ugly demon lines on the face no longer look hideous, so that people can't take their eyes away for a while.

Wherever that layer of starlight went, the blood mist kept avoiding it.

"Let's go forward, remember, don't leave a distance of three feet behind me," Feng Buhui thought to himself, no wonder the deputy head looked at her differently and didn't dare to think about it. He pushed the crossbow to protect his chest, protecting Yue Jinghua behind him like an old hen.

The blood mist that does not see through the sun all year round is like a hungry beast with its mouth open, devouring all people and things that enter the blood mist.

After the figures of the two disappeared into the blood mist, the blood mist made a swallowing sound like the throat of a beast.

After entering the blood mist, Feng Buhui and Yue Jinghua couldn't help but gasp.

They all thought that a dangerous place like the Pill Demon Mound must be full of corpses and blood swamps.

They all guessed wrong, Dan Modron is a quiet ancient village. It is no different from the ancient villages that are common in the south.

The small thatched huts, the dilapidated fences, and even the starry sky at night are full of stars, like countless sleepy nights.

Yue Jinghua and Feng Buhui didn't dare to be careless, they opened the door and entered a courtyard.

There was a dry well in the courtyard, and a bucket fell on the ground. The water in the bucket had dried up, and a ring of green mold had grown on the mouth of the bucket.

Pushing away a private house, there was still a table of uncooked dinners in the room, and mold and mildew stains had grown on the steamed buns and dishes.

"There is no trace of any mercenary regiment stationed around, let's go forward," Feng Buhui led Yue Jinghua forward.

Yue Jinghua looked back at the courtyard and the houses, and frowned.

After a cup of tea time in the village, I vaguely saw something on the road ahead.

A black object is moving slowly.

Feng Buhui showed a bit of surprise, he was vigilant, and tapped the crossbow in his hand.

The black object got closer and closer, and it turned out to be a person. As if he heard the footsteps of the two, he raised his head and let out a painful moan, the voice was still somewhat familiar.

"Abu," Feng Buhui relaxed after seeing the person climbing on the ground. He was the youngest mercenary in the Backfire Mercenary Group.

Abu's body was covered with blood-stained bandages, his eye sockets were sunken, and he cried out weakly.

"Who made it happen, the deputy head and others?" Seeing that his companion was injured, Feng Buhui stepped forward without any scruples, trying to help Abu up.

"Slow down," Yue Jinghua roared, and the "soft fingers" in his hand flashed like a flicker in the dark night.

There was a nauseating sound of flesh and blood shattering and blood flying.

The "Lianyun" behind Yue Jinghua, the indistinct lines on the sword flashed suddenly, and then darkened again quickly.

Abu's body, like a piece of torn paper, was torn in two. Black blood flowed on the ground.

"Are you crazy? He is one of our own," Feng Buhui's eyes were tearing up, and the crossbow in his hand was aimed at Yue Jinghua.

Hiss, like a poisonous snake, a thin wire was wrapped around the fine iron crossbow, and the crossbow in Feng Buhui's hand was strangled to death, "I will modify the crossbow for you, not for you to kill me. Remember, Never point your weapon at your savior, look back and see what is behind you," Yue Jinghua had a big sword hanging in her room, so Feng Buhui always thought that her weapon was that big sword, unexpectedly , her weapon was actually a silk thread as thick as a hair.

I don't know what kind of material the silk thread was made of, and it strangled the crossbow tightly in the night. The crossbow made of high-quality refined iron had a deep mark as if it had been wounded by a spiritual weapon.

Shocked, Feng Buhui turned around.

Abu opened his eyes, and rotten water flowed out of his cloudy yellow eyes. There was a hole in his chest, and his internal organs disappeared. In my eyes, there is no life left,

Under the crisis just now, Yue Jinghua didn't have time to think, the "soft finger" was still covered with black blood. At that moment just now, it was a close call, if it was one step later, Feng Buhui would be the next Abu.

Being scolded by Yue Jinghua, Feng Buhui also came to his senses. He shivered and saw Abu lying on the ground clearly. After seeing clearly the death of his comrades-in-arms, Feng Buhui's throat felt sour.

Abu died, and Abu who had been drinking and abusing himself a few days earlier died.

"Crack," Yue Jinghua took out the flint and steel that he carried with him, lit the stone, and threw it towards nearby houses and fences.

The raging fire reflected half of the sky red, and disappeared in the fire in the village.

"What happened just now? How did you know about Abu Ta?" At this moment, Feng Buhui also vaguely noticed that this village was a bit strange. What he just saw was a hallucination?

Although every Backfire mercenary who entered the Pill Modron already had the consciousness of death. But what Ling Fengbuhui didn't expect was that Abu would be the first to die.

Although Abu is young, he is sensitive and quick to react, but it is his youth and inexperience that make him look so pale in front of this deserted village.

"If it was just an injury, Ni Qianjun would not have left him," Yue Jinghua felt a chill running down his spine, and probed "Lianyun" with his backhand, but found nothing unusual.

Yue Jinghua didn't completely tell the truth, what made her realize the strangeness was not entirely due to her trust in Ni Qianjun, after all, in such a complicated situation, even Ni Qianjun would inevitably not abandon her companions.

What surprised Yue Jinghua was that after entering the village, Aspergillus food and all kinds of mildewed houses and doors could be seen everywhere.

According to what Yue Xiaoqi learned from the 23rd century, a lot of moldy food will emit a toxin after it rots, called Aspergillus. This toxin is not fatal, but it will erode the thinking ability of the optic nerve nucleus and cause people to have hallucinations.

People from the Canglong Continent will naturally not know the tricks. When encountering such a situation, they will only think that it is haunted, or it is caused by monsters, making people fall into panic or even madness unconsciously.

Burning the village is the only way to get rid of the poison environment.

"Yes, the deputy head will never give up on the injured brother," Feng Buhui didn't have time to express too much sentimentality, why did he only see Lao Qiu's body, and where were the other brothers? Where did Ni Qianjun and the others go?

"Don't make guesses, move forward," the penicillin was burned by the fire and turned into smoke, Yue Jinghua and Feng Bugui walked forward in the misty blood mist.

The fire burned until dawn before it stopped, and the village that had been decayed for hundreds of years was reduced to ruins.

The charred body of Lao Qiu moved slightly, and the hole in his chest made the sound of shuttle, and something fell out of the hole, shining brightly.

After the sound, Manzi's body was turned into a cloud of dust in the flames. The blood fog thickened.

It was still dawn after all, and on the deck of the fire dragon sail, Old Trout stood motionless like a stone sculpture. "Feng Bugui is gone, and Master Yuedan is gone too," Old Trout sighed after hearing the report from the mercenaries on board.

"Go back and bring the news to the head,"

The boat rose slowly and flew towards the direction of the rising sun.