Chapter 511 In the Mist
"Master, you are here!"
Bai Cong led the rat spirits behind him and respectfully stepped forward to greet them.
The leaders of these rat spirits were elders, but the only one missing was Bai Cong's father, the chief of the rat clan.
Bai Cong said worriedly:
"When the first two groups of tribesmen didn't come back, my father personally led people in to check, and they couldn't come out either. Lord, please save my father and my tribesmen!"
Yun Qingqing nodded, summoned Poxiao, and said to Youya and Baisong:
"Come with me."
As she spoke, she threw Dawn into the air, pulled Xiao Changheng up on the sword, and flew towards the depths of Yuebai Mountain.
Bai Cong's eyelids twitched. He was just a rat spirit that had been transformed for not many years. He could not fly that high or that fast. He quickly wanted to change his shape and catch up.
But Youya next to him grabbed his collar, and his dark pupils suddenly turned into golden vertical pupils. He soared into the air and flew after Yun Qingqing.
The aura on Youya had been restrained. Although the people of the White Rat Clan felt a slight sense of oppression, they did not think too much about it. They just felt that this strange monster was hiding his true intentions.
But this time, Youya's evil spirit emanated from him, and all the rat spirits were frightened to death!
Especially Bai Song, who was traveling with Youya, felt that he was surrounded by a dangerous aura, which made him feel colder than seeing his natural enemy!
He has grown up and practiced for hundreds of years, but he has never been scared like this!
What is the true form of this Lord Youya? His aura is more terrifying than the natural enemies of rats and more frightening than a thousand-year-old snake demon!
You Ya noticed that the little rat spirit in his hand was trembling, and he lowered his head and glanced at him calmly:
"What are you afraid of? Since you acknowledge her as your master, as long as you don't betray her, I will naturally not touch you."
His voice was crisp and cute, but his tone was cold and calm.
Bai Cong was even more frightened when he heard this, coupled with the frightening demonic aura:
"I'm... I'm sorry. I... I, Xiaoyao, didn't mean to offend you, sir. I just couldn't control myself..."
Youya looked forward expressionlessly:
"Oh, you'll just get used to it."
Bai Cong was trembling all over, wanting to cry but having no tears.
He also wanted to get used to it, but this was complete racial suppression and class suppression, which he could not control at all!
He swallowed hard, trying to divert his attention, and asked tremblingly:
"May I ask, sir... what kind of demon are you?"
Youya spoke softly in a baby voice:
"Black Dragon."
Bai Cong almost couldn't catch his breath.
Dragon!
No wonder this demonic aura terrified him more than the thousand-year-old snake demon. He didn't expect it to be a dragon!
It has the potential to cultivate and transform into a dragon, so it is also called a Jiaolong!
But the question is, how long has it been since the demon world heard of the existence of dragons?
I didn't expect there was one right in front of me, and he was carrying me flying...
After being frightened, Bai Song felt that his brain was not enough. He felt the whistling sound of the wind in his ears and the powerful demonic energy enveloping his body. He felt inexplicably dazed.
Suddenly, I heard Youya speak in a calm voice:
"No wonder everyone says you're as timid as a mouse. Haha."
Bai Cong's mouth twitched and he shrank his neck.
This Lord Xuan Jiao seemed to have a cold personality and a sharp tongue, but he did not dare to say a word.
But there was one thing that Master Xuan Jiao seemed to be right about... After all this time, Bai Cong seemed to have gotten a bit used to his terrifying aura that could scare even a mouse to death...
The clear clouds in front suddenly stopped in the sky.
Youya immediately slowed down and slowly stopped beside her. Only then did Baicong notice the surrounding terrain and the rich spiritual energy emanating from below.
Just now, because my attention was focused on the powerful demonic energy, I didn't notice that I had arrived at that special area.
Yun Qingqing lowered her eyes and looked downwards.
A hundred feet below my feet is a huge mountain ridge, winding and stretching into the distance.
Without deliberately sensing, she knew which area had the problem.
Because in the middle of this continuous mountain range, there is an area shrouded in white fog. Although the sky is clear, the fog never dissipates.
Not only that, Yun Qingqing opened her spiritual eyes and observed carefully. She could clearly see the "aura" of every flower, grass, bird and beast in the entire mountain range. Only the inside of the white fog was blank and no information could be detected.
"Master, how is it?" Bai Cong swallowed and asked cautiously.
It was the first time for him to observe that strange area from such a high altitude. He saw that the mountain range looked like a sleeping dragon, and the white mist below looked like a large piece of cotton covering the dragon's back. It looked strange no matter how he looked at it.
Yun Qingqing was floating above this large pile of cotton, quietly observing the scene below, with no expression on her face.
"Master?" Seeing that she hadn't spoken, Bai Cong finally couldn't help but ask.
Yun Qingqing came back to her senses, the turmoil in her eyes faded, and she spoke softly:
"It's a barrier."
Bai Cong was delighted to see her confident words:
"Then the Lord has a solution?"
Yun Qingqing was silent for a moment, without a direct answer. She raised her hand and handed a talisman to each person:
"Keep this talisman close to you, follow me closely, and go down to take a look."
As she spoke, she flew down on her sword and entered the thick white fog without stopping.
Youya followed with the rat demon in his arms.
Bai Cong watched the white mist that had carried away countless tribesmen and never returned approaching rapidly, and felt his mouth dry and he swallowed.
The closer he got, the more frightened he became, but his master had already gone in without hesitation, and Lord Xuanjiao had no intention of stopping. No matter how scared he was, he knew that this trip was inevitable.
He could only close his eyes tightly and let Youya carry him into the fog.
As soon as they entered the fog, they immediately felt the unusual atmosphere around them.
From the outside, there was thick fog, but from the inside, the view was unobstructed.
Yun Qingqing and Xiao Changheng slowly landed on the ground. Looking around, they saw mountains winding like dragons in front and behind, without a trace of fog.
But the sound field here is different from that outside, or rather, the fog is like an invisible barrier for those inside, isolating all the sounds from outside.
Not far ahead of them was a scene that could never be seen outside the fog.
It was a huge rift that separated the entire mountain range into two halves. If the entire mountain range was compared to a crouching dragon, then the rift was like a huge knife chopping on the dragon's back, cutting it completely in half.
The rich spiritual energy slowly overflowed from the depths of the rift.
Bai Song's eyes widened, his heart struck by huge surprise. The spiritual energy overflowing from the outside of the rift was so dense, so how dense would the spiritual energy in the deepest part of the rift be? It was simply unimaginable!
If you can practice in such an environment, one day would be equivalent to a year!
Baisong's eyes lit up and he walked towards the rift valley with joy.
But after taking a few steps, a hand suddenly grabbed him from behind the collar, and a powerful and creepy demonic aura enveloped him. Bai Cong's hair immediately stood up and he suddenly came to his senses.
Youya pulled him back expressionlessly and said calmly:
"It seems that your companions never returned."
Bai Cong shuddered and finally reacted.
Just now, the only thing in my mind was to look for the source of the spiritual energy under the rift, and I completely forgot about what was happening outside. It was as if I was bewitched.
He broke out in a cold sweat and wiped his forehead with a frightened hand:
"Thank you, Master Youya!"
Youya's face was calm, his pair of golden vertical pupils looked into the depths of the rift, as if thinking about something.
At the front, Yun Qingqing grabbed Xiao Changheng and looked at him with some surprise:
"What's wrong with you?"
Xiao Changheng came back to his senses and looked at Yun Qingqing with a confused look. He then turned to look at the bottom of the rift with a hesitant expression.
"...Is there something down there?"
Yun Qingqing's expression paused:
"What do you feel?"
Xiao Changheng thought thoughtfully:
"I feel like there's something emanating from the bottom of this valley...it's so refreshing and makes me want to explore it."
Yun Qingqing was slightly stunned.
This rich spiritual energy is very obvious to monsters and cultivators, but it is more difficult for ordinary people with poorer roots to detect it.
Xiao Changheng doesn't have any talent for cultivation, but he can sense the spiritual energy in this valley?
Yun Qingqing was a little surprised and was about to speak, but suddenly her expression changed slightly, and she raised her hand and took out the snow feather from the jade ring.
Almost at the same time, Xiao Changheng's expression paused slightly, and he raised his hand to reveal his right wrist.
There was originally just a shallow mark on his wrist, but it suddenly emitted a faint white light.
A moment later, a cool white and translucent armlet appeared on her wrist. It was shaped like a branch and made of jade. It fit perfectly around her wrist. The ring was not completely closed, and there was a pure white and beautiful flower at one end.
It is the magic weapon that pairs with Xue Ling, Hao Qing.
Xiao Changheng stared at his right wrist and said:
"It... wants me to go down and take a look."
Yun Qingqing thought for a moment, then turned to look at Youya and Baisong:
"You wait here, we'll go down and take a look."
As she spoke, Yun Qingqing extended her hand to Xiao Changheng:
"Come, I'll take you down, and don't let go."
Xiao Changheng hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand to shake hers.
"Hold on tight." Yun Qingqing looked at the bottomless void in the rift valley, pulled Xiao Changheng and jumped, falling straight down.
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