The moonlight is bright and the sea is vast.

The roc is like a golden cloud, streaking across the night sky.

Zhao Yun stood on it like a monument, looking around all the way, exhausting his eyesight and perception, trying his best to catch the cry for help, and he could trace its source just by hearing it again.

However, he traveled like this for three to five days and gained nothing.

And for the past three or five days, Cangqiong and Ghost-faced Yama have not been idle. They have already divided into two groups and went to stroll around the gathering places. They both have a pair of dog noses. They seem to have a better chance of finding people in crowded places.

Although there are so many living beings in the world, it is not that easy to find just one person.

It's night again.

Zhao Yun didn't know how many times he stopped and looked around silently.

Wrong direction? This was his guess. After searching in one direction for three to five days, he heard nothing. This made him think that he was getting farther and farther away from the person calling for help, and even the sound transmission was limited by distance.

After taking a sip of wine, he changed direction.

When passing by the Xueyimen Island, he did not forget to take a look. He had lost so many treasures and an iron box. The people at the Xueyimen must be very anxious and angry at this moment. Even in the middle of the night, there were still people coming and going on the island.

Go out and listen carefully, you can seem to hear the yelling on the island.

Compared to the Blood-clothed Sect, Zhao Yun wanted to know more about the Blood-clothed Ancestor.

After all, it is the inheritance of the same line. The ancestor has become the mysterious one. The blood-clothed disciple should not know it. He is curious about where the mysterious spell caster has taken the blood-clothed ancestor and whether he is secretly causing trouble.

Walking across the sea, Zhao Yun looked sideways again.

This time we were looking at the Zombie Clan Island, which is not very far from the Bloody Clothes Gate Island.

Zhao Yunli looked at the distance for a long time, wanting to go in and have a look. He wanted to ask a corpse clan member if the three zombie ancestors had come to the Southern Region, but after seeing the other party's barrier, he decided to go back and talk.

Under the moon.

He is like a ghost, floating here and there.

I searched around for many days and still found nothing.

Equally melancholy are Cang Qiong and Ghost Faced Yama. They have traveled to many islands in the past few days. Wherever there are crowds of people, there are basically their footprints. To this day, they have not been found.

"Shangyang Island."

Zhao Yun held the map and glanced at it briefly.

There is such a mark on the map, which is particularly eye-catching.

Searching aimlessly, I turned around and found myself near Shangyang Island.

Now that you are here, how can you not go and take a look.

Shangyang Island is very huge. Viewed from a distance, it looks shrouded in clouds and mist, with mysterious light shining through it, like a bright pearl dotted in the vast sea. There are mountains and rivers crisscrossing it, and the vegetation is very lush.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is also extremely abundant, and it feels like a fairyland under the moonlight.

This is only seen from outside.

Zhao Yun wanted to go in, but there was a barrier blocking him.

He has been to so many forces and seen all kinds of barriers, many of which are at the immortal level. None of them can be compared with the one on Shangyang Island, because this barrier is of the perfect immortal level.

"It turns out that it has a strong foundation."

Zhao Yun murmured, and walked around the island with his hands, going back and forth more than ten times. During this period, he looked up at the stars more than once, and came to the painful conclusion that the position did not correspond to the stars.

In this way, he can't see the flaw.

Immortal-level barriers are very mysterious, let alone perfect immortal-level ones. Just like this heaven-protecting barrier, he couldn't even see a single secret pattern. How could he find a flaw? If he couldn't find a flaw, he wouldn't be able to get in.

"Sooner or later I'll take care of you."

Zhao Yun took one last look, turned and left.

This time, he was walking all the way south or searching.

Originally a lonely figure, there was someone beside him at some point.

It is a witticism, it is late at night, the flowers are blooming, the moon is full, and the woman is wearing a wedding dress, just like the woman walking out of the painting, the power of ghost marriage is lingering around her, walking under the moonlight is like a dream or an illusion.

Looking from behind, the two people's backs are particularly warm and romantic.

But this warmth and romance, in the eyes of the Moon God, hid a hint of sadness. God is naughty and always likes to play tricks on people. Zhao Yun seemed not to notice it, but she could see it clearly.

Eh?

I don't know what day it was, but I heard Zhao Yun say "Hey."

He didn't find a cry for help, but he saw something interesting, which was a sea of ​​clouds and mist, hazy, giving people the illusion that there was an ancient dream hidden in the mist.

"It's back again."

Mr. Zhao touched his chin, his eyes sparkling.

It was not a sea of ​​clouds, but a sea of ​​fog. To be more precise, it was the sea of ​​fog in the southern region. Perhaps it had taken too long and absorbed too much of the essence of heaven and earth, and even developed spiritual wisdom. I wandered back and forth, and I was sleepy a few months ago.

For several days, he brought him from the Southern Territory to the territory of Dayuan. He never thought that this sea of ​​fog that breeds spiritual wisdom would go around in a big circle and come back again.

Fortunately there is no one else here, otherwise I would be surprised.

A sea of ​​mist was moving back and forth, it was very fresh and unusual.

"It's your uncle's fault, let me out."

While I was watching, I suddenly heard a loud curse coming from the fog.

Zhao Yun raised his eyebrows after hearing this. The scolding sounds so familiar! Isn't it that guy from Mozi? No wonder he hasn't heard from him for many days and can't find his figure. He was trapped in this sea of ​​fog.

Whoosh!

The sea of ​​fog moved again, running into the distance.

Even though it looked like a sea of ​​fog, he ran really fast.

"Where to go."

Zhao Yun picked up the guy and chased after him.

Last time he had something important to do and was too lazy to argue with Wu Hai. This time he had to settle the score.

Whoosh!

Perhaps Wu Hai was aware of Zhao Yun and ran faster.

It doesn't matter if it runs away, the demon trapped in it won't be able to stand still.

"Snapshot."

Zhao Yun scolded coldly in his heart, and instantly slipped into the sea of ​​fog.

To be honest, Wu Hai didn't take kindly to him and always wanted to throw him out again. What a pity! Mr. Zhao didn't want to go out. If he wanted to leave, he had to take Mozi with him. Before taking Mozi away, he had to settle old scores.

"open."

Zhao Yun sacrificed a lotus lantern and used lotus fire to clear the way.

The devil, who was still scolding his mother, his eyes suddenly brightened, and he followed the lotus fire to find him. The moment he saw Zhao Yun, he was so moved! If Zhao Yun didn't come again, he would prepare to start a catastrophe.

"This sea of ​​fog has intelligence," said the devil.

"I know." Zhao Yun handed over a bottle of wine.

He also moistened his throat and prepared for the thunder god's wrath later.

While moistening the mulberry leaves, he did not forget to take a peek at the sea of ​​fog. He had not seen him for many days. The sea of ​​fog had become stronger again. It should be said that his spiritual intelligence had become stronger again. With ordinary sound wave secret techniques, he could not hurt the spirit of the sea of ​​fog at all.

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In this way, it is understandable that Demon is trapped.

Not all sonic techniques have martial souls as their foundation.

"Fuck with me!"

Zhao Yun took a sip of wine, thinking that Wuling could hear him.

After hearing this, Mozi's eyes lit up. Zhao Yun is trying to get Wuhai to join Qianqiu City! If this deal is done, it would be perfect. With Wuhai protecting him, the Immortal Mountain's defense will be stronger.

Whoosh!

Zhao Yun's response was billowing clouds.

It's time for the fog spirit to get angry and use this cloud to deal with Zhao Yun.

break!

Zhao Yun's thunderous wrath destroyed the clouds and mist.

Also shocked was the fog spirit. The entire sea of ​​fog trembled, and a muffled sound could be heard. Physical attacks may not be effective against it, but soul attacks, like the thunder god's wrath, are a thief.

It works well, the most important thing is that Zhao Yun has a martial spirit, which Mozi cannot compare with.

Wu Ling was scared, knowing that he couldn't defeat Zhao Yun.

It opens another path, and its meaning is obvious: It's cool outside... let's go out!
To be continued...