"What pure energy and blood, what a strange bloodline."

The mustache muttered, wondering whether he was talking about Liu Ruyue or the young man in white.

But no matter which one it is, it's strange enough. Not to mention him, even Zhao Yun didn't see through it for a while. He knew Liu Ruyue's bloodline, but didn't know the young man in white. It's true that no one from Tianzong is an ordinary person.

Without two brushes, you can't enter the gate of Tianzong.

"Wait a little longer."

The mustache took out a compass and looked at it again and again.

It’s a good time to enter the Phantom Mist Forest, as the fog is thick at the moment.

After a long time, he collected the compass.

The two of them entered the phantom mist forest side by side.

After entering, Zhao Yun realized how terrifying this place was. Even if he had a celestial eye and a martial spirit, he was greatly blocked by the fog. The area he could see and perceive was extremely limited. He was still good. The old man next to him

Son, it seemed that he was no different from being blind with his eyes open, so he walked cautiously all the way.

"What a strong spiritual power." Zhao Yun looked left and right, sighing.

The plants in the Phantom Mist Forest are quite luxuriant, with towering ancient books, many hanging vines, flourishing flowers and plants, and surging vitality. Only the branches and leaves are much larger than the grass and trees in the outside world, and they are shrouded in clouds and mist.

It's a pity that the rich spiritual power cannot be absorbed, and it is mixed with too much poisonous mist.

The flowers, plants and trees here are all poisonous because they are nourished by poisonous mist all year round.

"If there wasn't this damn poisonous fog, this would be a good place for cultivation."

The mustached man looked regretful and wanted to take a breath. If he inhaled the spiritual energy, he would inhale the poisonous gas.

"It should work here!"

Zhao Yun murmured and took out the purple gold gourd.

This gourd can absorb spiritual energy on its own. I wonder if it can keep out the poisonous mist.

He pulled out the stopper of the gourd, and the purple-gold gourd trembled slightly. There was suction at the mouth of the gourd, sucking in spiritual energy. What made him happy was that the little gourd could really abandon the poisonous mist and only absorb spiritual energy. Moreover, its appetite was not as big as usual.
Chapter completed!