Chapter 63: Dan Demon Realm

The next day after the Silver Scorpion Mercenary arrived, the old Trojans ordered the blindfolded wormwood plant on the shore of the lake.
Under the blaze of fire, Artemisia spp. Was completely destroyed, and the sight of the lake was widened a lot, which could prevent further enemies, but it also made the mercenaries more clearly see the Dan magic grave not far away.
The thick billowing smoke floated to the side of the blood mist, as if it encountered resistance, it was harder to move forward.
The protective array on the fire dragon sail was repaired, and the man in black who appeared suddenly did not appear again.
From the captives of the Blue Crystal Mercenary Corps, Yue Jinghua and others learned that the Silver Scorpion Mercenary Corps and the Blue Crystal Mercenary Corps each had a group of elites who were ready to wait for the opportunity to attack the enemy.
After learning the news, the wind couldn't stop feeling regretful. He wanted to disembark to find Ni Qianjun and others, but Old Tello didn't allow it. He also remembered that Ni Qianjun said what he said before leaving, three days later. Immediately, if Ni Qianjun and others did not come out, they immediately sailed away.
Time, like the water on the lake, seems to be gentle, but still passes away. On the last night before the fire dragon sail took off and returned, Ni Qianjun and others still had no news.
It was another cold and quiet night, with a personal shadow on the deck, and a kayak was quickly lowered to the surface.
The wind jumped off the raft without regret. The water surface was wavy, and the other side of the raft was shaking gently, and the other side of the boat stood alone.
Feng didn't regret seeing the comer's dress, stuttering: "Master Yueyue, what are you doing?"
"You're really calm, one day and one night later than I expected." She was in white armor, with the weird broken sword in her back, and a black mysterious animal on her shoulder. That night, the flashing Marten leopard that suddenly appeared. It seems that she intends to leave Fire Dragon Sail and enter Dan Mozu.
"Master Yue, you can't enter Dan Mouzuka with me. I promised the deputy head to protect your safety." Feng regrets that it is impossible to persuade Old Tello, but he can't just watch it dry. Brother, with no bones, died in Dan Mozu.
Even though Yuehua won that day, she had no mystery, but she was true.
There may be various poisonous gases hidden in the Dan magic grave.
"You've run away, and you can also talk about my thoughtfulness. Ni Qianjun said earlier that the blood mist in the Dan magic grave will greatly reduce the practice of the Xuan Zhe, and everyone who entered it is almost the same, relying on the foundation Martial arts, xuanli, and everything are clouds, "said Yue Jinghua, the old god.
The wind did not regret the eyes of Dandan Muzuka, and then looked at Yue Yue Jinghua that the dead pig was not afraid of boiling water. He didn't know much about literacy, but he also heard that vixen and naughty are the two most difficult people in the world. It's useless to say more.
He raised his crossbow and shot toward the water. The arrow wind carried mysterious power, and the raft broke a waterway like a flat leaf tucked up by the wind.
The raft traveled quickly, and after a while, it leaned on the bank of Dan Mozu.
The grass was blackened by the fire and the two got off the kayak.
It was close to the blood mist, and there was a smell in the breath, like the rotten odor that had been rotten for many years, which instantly caused a sense of dizziness. Some cramps.
The wind did not regret the luck, and afterwards, after the blood mist, his cultivation was suppressed. The skin surface could barely show a layer of faint mystery. I remembered that I was still followed by Month Jinghua, and then turned back. At night, Yue Jinghua added a layer of milky starlight to her skin. The whole person is hazy and faint, the facial features are even more beautiful, and the ugly monster pattern on his face no longer looks haggard, which makes people temporarily unable to keep their eyes open.
Where the layer of starlight went, blood mist avoided.
"Let's go forward, remember, don't leave three feet behind me," Feng regrets secretly, no wonder the deputy head of the delegation wants to look at her differently, and dare not think about it anymore. He pushed a crossbow to his chest, guarding Yuejinghua behind him like an old hen.
The blood mist that does not penetrate the sun all year round is like a starving beast with an open mouth, devouring all people and things that enter the blood mist.
After the two of them disappeared into the blood mist, the blood mist swallowed like the throat of a beast.
After entering the blood mist, the wind did not regret and Yue Jinghua couldn't help making noises.
They all thought that a dangerous place like Dan Mozug must be full of dead bodies and blood swamps.
They all guessed wrong, Dan Mozuka is a quiet ancient village. No difference from the ancient villages common in the south.
Dwarf thatched houses, shabby fences, and even the night sky are starry, like countless sleepless nights.
Yue Jinghua and Feng did not regret it, and pushed the door into a courtyard.
There was a dry well in the courtyard, and a bucket fell to the ground. The water in the bucket had dried up. A green mold grew on the mouth of the bucket.
A house was pushed open, and there was still a table for dinner in the room, and the steamed buns and dishes all grew mold and mildew.
"There are no traces of mercenary regiments stationed around, we will go forward again," Feng said without a regret and led Yue Jinghua forward.
Yue Jinghua glanced back at the courtyard and the house, and tightened her eyebrows.
After walking in the village for a tea time, there was something vaguely seen on the road ahead.
A black object was moving slowly.
Feng regret showed a little bit of embarrassment, he was vigilant and moved the crossbow in his hand.
The closer and closer the black object is, it is the individual. He seemed to have heard the footsteps of the two, and he lifted it up, stealing a painful groan in his mouth, sounding a little familiar.
"Abu," Feng said he could not see the people climbing on the ground, but his nervousness had collapsed. He was the youngest mercenary in the mercenary regiment.
Abu's body was covered with blood-stained bandages, and his eye sockets were sunken, screaming weakly.
"Who succeeded, deputy commander and others?" Feng did not regret seeing his companion was injured, and there was no longer any recklessness. He strode forward and wanted to lift Abu.
"Slow," Yue Jinghua roared, and the "soft fingers" in her hand flashed, just like the flash in the dark night.
There was a burst of flesh and blood, and the gagging of blood and water was flying.
The "converging cloud" behind Yue Jinghua, the faint lines of the sword's body suddenly flashed, and soon went dark again.
Abu's body, like a piece of broken paper, was torn in half. Black blood flowed on the ground.
"Are you crazy? He is his own," Feng regretted his eyes, and the crossbow in his hand was aimed at Yue Jinghua.
Hiss, like a serpent, a filament wrapped around a fine iron crossbow, and the crossbow bow in the hands of the wind did not regret being skeined. Never point your weapon at your life-saving benefactor, look back and see what's behind you, "Yue Jinghua had a big sword hanging in her room, so Feng never regretted that her weapon was the big sword. , Her weapon turned out to be a thin silk thread.
I did n’t know what material the wire was made of. The crossbow was tangled in the night, and the crossbow made of good refined iron made a deep mark as if it was injured by a spiritual artifact.
Shocked, Feng turned away without regret.
With Abu's eyes open, rotten water flowed from the turbid yellow eyes, and his chest was a piercing hole, and his internal organs were missing. In my eyes, there is no life,
Under the crisis just now, Yue Jinghua was too late to think, and the "soft fingers" were still covered with black blood. At that moment, it was a matter of time. If we were one step behind, the wind would be the next Abu.
When Yue Jinghua was so drunk and scolded, the wind did not regret and she was awake. He fought a shiver and saw Abu lying on the ground. After seeing the death of his comrade-in-arms, the wind did not regret his sore throat.
Abu died, and Abu, who had been drinking and scolding himself, died a few days ago.
"Crap," Yue Jinghua took out the flint stone she carried with her, lit the stone, and threw it to the nearby house and fence.
The blazing fire reddened half of the sky and disappeared into the fire in the village.
"What was going on just now? How did you know about Abu Ta." At this moment, the wind didn't regret it and faintly found that the village was a little weird. Was he seeing an illusion?
Although every backfire mercenary who entered Dan Mozug had already realized the death. What makes Feng regretful is that the first person to die would be Abu.
Although Abu was young, he was sensitive and quick in reaction, but it was his youth and inexperience that made him look so pale in front of this deserted village.
"If it was just an injury, Ni Qianjun would not leave him," Yue Jinghua felt a little chill on her back, and probed back to "converge the cloud", but found nothing unusual.
Yue Jinghua didn't completely tell the truth. What made her realize that the difference was not entirely due to her trust in Ni Qianjun. After all, in such a complicated situation, even Ni Jinjun would inevitably leave her companions.
What made Yuejing Hua aware of the strange thing was that after entering the village, Aspergillus meals and various moldy houses and doors grew everywhere.
According to the knowledge learned by Yuexiao Qi from the 23rd century, a large amount of moldy food will emit a toxin called aspergillus toxin when it decays. This toxin is not lethal, but it will erode the thinking ability of the optic nerve nucleus, causing people to have illusions.
The people of the Canglong continent naturally don't know that they are all nasty. In such a situation, they will only think that it is haunted, or that it is caused by monsters, causing people to unknowingly fall into panic and even insanity.
Burning the village is the only way to break the drug realm.
"Yes, the deputy head will never give up the injured brother." Feng couldn't regret being too sentimental. Why did he only see the body of Lao Qiu, and the other brothers? Where are they going?
"Don't make a guess, go forward," Penicillin turned into smoke and dust under the incineration of the fire, Yue Jinghua and the wind did not regret walking towards the misty blood mist ahead.
The fire stopped burning until dawn, and the village, which had decayed for hundreds of years, was turned into ruins.
The body of Lao Qiu, which had been burned into coke, moved slightly, and in the cave of his chest, a shuttle sound was made, and something fell out of the cave, and Jing Jing was bright.
After the sound, the barbarian's body was transformed into dust in the flames. The blood mist was thicker.
After all, it was still bright, and on the deck of the fire dragon sail, Old Tello was trembling like a stone sculpture. "The wind is gone, and the Yuedan Division is gone," old Tello sighed after hearing the report from the mercenaries on board.
"Go home and bring the message to the head,"
The ship rose slowly and flew in the direction of the rising sun.