Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Chapter 303 Illusory Array
The eighth-level Thunderwing Tiger and the two Nascent Soul True Monarchs arrived at the sky above the Misty Mountains.

Looking down from the top, the Misty Mountains are like a long ribbon, stretching between the Central Plains cultivation world and the Southern cultivation world.

Surrounding the foggy jungle, there are large and small villages, families, and cities.

The place where the aura is thin is a mortal city, and they think that in this world, there are only mortal cities like them. Flying into the sky and escaping from the ground is something that gods can do.

The place where the aura is slightly stronger is the city of comprehension.

The Li family in the foggy city in the south is just one of the many families that live on the mountain.

Humans often go to the mountains to hunt for treasures, and the monsters and raptors in the mountains often go down to eat people. This has been the case for thousands of years.

"It should be there." Shangshan Zhenjun held the topographic distribution map of the foggy jungle in his hand, and pointed down.

The topographic distribution map in his hand is the whole picture of the entire foggy forest, and the markings on the map are more detailed than those of the Li family.

Lei Yihu folded its wings and swooped down into the white mist with the two Nascent Souls.

Those flat-haired monsters that originally wanted to make trouble, were overwhelmed by the aura of the eighth-level Thunderwing Tiger, and didn't even dare to scream strangely. They shrank their necks and hid in their lair in fear.

Before it landed, Lei Yihu had turned into a human, a middle-aged man with a tiger beard.

The two Nascent Soul True Monarchs, one on the left and one on the right, followed cautiously.

An Qingjin's soul card is still intact, and his life is safe.

Lei Yihu released his demon consciousness, instantly pierced through the thick white mist, and searched for a radius of two hundred miles.

He didn't search the demon consciousness too far, so as not to offend other big demons in the forest and cause unnecessary trouble.

The monster consciousness of the eighth-level monster swept over the two Golden Core cultivators who were rushing back, but the two Golden Core monks didn't notice it at all.

"Strange." The eighth-level Thunderwing Tiger twisted its whiskers with its hands.

"What's so strange?" Zhenjun Duoze humbly asked for advice, and put away his disciple's soul card.

"There aren't any big monsters nearby, so you'll know if you put your spiritual sense on it."

Zhenjun Shangshan and Zhenjun Duoze put their consciousness into the white mist together.

Eighty miles ahead, there are roughly three teams of men and horses.

A team with the largest number of people, led by two Golden Core monks, hurried back.

A pair of men and horses looked panic-stricken, and their cultivation bases were also low, the highest being in the early stage of foundation establishment.

A pair of horses and horses with few people and fair cultivation, they are inner disciples of Tianyun Sect and Tianyin Sect.

Originally, it was not uncommon for several groups of people to appear in the jungle, but the strange thing was that these three groups of people were not far away, but they didn't seem to notice each other at all.

Moreover, those two Golden Core cultivators thought they were going back the same way, but in the eyes of others, they were simply spinning in circles, turning around and around, but it was unknown.

Then there are those people with very low cultivation bases, that is, the people who decided to return from the beginning. Everyone is exhausted and frightened. It seems that they have discovered that they are trapped in the fog and cannot go out.

"True or false, I have fallen into an illusion." Zhenjun Duoze looked at the surrounding white mist, waved his sleeves and carved a mark on the trunk of a tree, and said in a deep voice, "I'm afraid we are also in this illusion .”

"That fog spirit is powerful."

The eighth-level Thunder Wing Tiger took the two Nascent Souls with them, and suddenly went up, through the white mist, to the sky.

The sun is shining brightly overhead, looking down from a high altitude, the fog below is still flowing.

The eighth-level Thunderwing Tiger took the two Nascent Souls down, and then entered the white mist. It was still the same as before, and even the imprinted tree did not move at all.

"Even my eyes can escape." The tiger-bearded man twisted his beard and said, "Ordinary illusion-breaking magic weapons are useless. Is there any powerful illusion-breaking thing in the sect, please come out and use it."

True Monarch Duo Ze pondered: "If you have Ye Zhilan's Ice Soul Eye, it is feasible, but most of that Ice Soul Eye has already been in Hua Yanzong's hands."

"Is there nothing else?" The tiger-bearded man asked, he was good at fighting it, and it would not be a problem to directly destroy this misty forest, but he was afraid that he would not be able to save people, but a group of people would be buried with him instead.

Zhenjun Duoze frowned: "The eyes of the ancestor Dujie are rare and powerful things. It is difficult to find a magic weapon that is more powerful than the eyes of the ancestor."

"That's true." The tiger-bearded man held his head high and held his chest high, agreeing that even an eighth-level tiger monster would not be able to see through it, let alone a human race of the same cultivation level.

This fog spirit and this dense fog are one and the same, it is really difficult to deal with.

And for the safety of that kid An Qingjin, it's best to resolve it peacefully, not to provoke the other party.

"Hey~ Is there anyone?" First there was a calm tiger roar without pressure, and then Lei Yihu shouted again.

The voice quickly surged away.

"Have!"

"Yes, I have!"

"Yes, I have!"

"We are here, senior, help!"

Deep in the dense fog, someone answered with great joy.

Their team, who have both Qi training and foundation building, have been walking in the dense fog for several days. They thought they would soon get out of this dangerous jungle zone, but for some reason, they walked back to the original road.

Especially in the sticky forest full of dead bodies, a little old man covered in slime was hanging on the branch, glaring at them gloomily, and glared back and forth at them three times.

Moreover, the little old man is not always the same, every time he is found, the whole body of the little old man is corroded by mucus, and the smell of corpses is also stronger.

Some people in the team said that this is a natural phantom formation, the plants, trees, monsters and beasts are all real, and all injuries and deaths happened in reality.

It's not like being trapped in the killing array. In the killing array, the damage is real, but those wind and sand swords and halberds, although they seem to be real, are illusions.

"Senior Leiyihu of Tian Yunzong, help!" Those people shouted ecstatically.

The deeds of the six Thunderwing Tigers saving the southern cultivation world from danger have long been sung.

"I'm not asking you guys." Lei Yihu roared again, and continued to ask, "Is there anyone?"

"Yes, Mr. Tiger." Under the pear tree, the woman answered delicately, hugging An Qingjin with dull eyes, and staring at Shangshan's eyes, salivating, sweating, and replied, "Come on, Come to me, if you find me, I will let you hey."

"Can words be counted?" Lei Yihu asked again.

"Do the math." The woman answered delicately, "It will last for half a month, and I won't hurt their lives within half a month, don't worry. But after half a month, the person I like, and the jade-faced young man on your left, can be mine." Mr. Yazhai, do you agree?"

True Monarch Duo Ze looked up to the good, he was so handsome to a certain extent, even people of different races would be tempted.

The physique of the water spirit body is really coveted, not to mention that Yuanyang is still intact, I really don't know which female monk will be cheaper in the end.

It may also be cheaper for the fog spirit to help it condense into a human form.

"Shangshan, what do you say?" Lei Yihu asked Shangshan.

This Shangshan is the beloved disciple of the ancestor in the later stage of the tribulation in the sect. It cannot replace other masters in such things as devotion.

Moreover, when the Hehuan Sect wanted the Overlord to fight hard, Shangshan was wiped out from the southern cultivator's world.

Shangshan lowered his eyes: "Promise it."

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