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"Xuanming ghost fog,"

Shanhou looked at the thick mist and said: "Ten years have passed, and Senior Brother Yin, your use of the 'Xuanming Ghost Mist' has become more and more sinister. It seems that Senior Brother has gained a lot from the Nether Sect."

This "Xuanming Ghost Mist" turns the "circular flowing water energy" into mist, which rises and fills the air, lingering around the fields. The mist contains water poison, and ordinary people who are slightly contaminated will turn into immortal water ghosts.

Become a puppet driven by Yin Wushang.

Yin Wushang came from the Water Department of Tiangong. He was already a master twenty years ago. Later, he advanced to the level of god refining and was only one step away from the master of the Water Department. If Cheng Yaojin hadn't come along halfway, he would be the current Water Department master.

The master is Yin Wushang.

Ten years ago, Yin Wushang entered the Nether Sect and lost contact with the Heavenly Palace. Shanhou also saw from the current "Xuanming Ghost Mist" that Yin Wushang's progress was not trivial. If he was really invaded by this "Xuanming Ghost Mist"

In the body, even though the mountain lord is also a god-refining warrior, he is either dead or injured.

"Oh my, if it were other people facing the spreading 'Xuanming Ghost Fog', they would really feel a little helpless. Unfortunately, Senior Brother Yin met me."

Shanhou was like a talkative man, holding the book and slapping his palms, letting the mist cover him, and still chattering endlessly.

It wasn't until the first ray of mist touched Shanhou's sleeve that he finally took action.

"Dissolve, everything becomes one, merge into one, seek for it."

Shanhou took the rolled-up "Peerless Young Master" and drew several hexagrams in front of him. The true energy was filled and the vitality spread. The several hexagrams were flying around the body and emitting crystal white light in all directions.

As soon as the mist encountered this light, it turned into water droplets, fell from the sky, and scattered all over the ground.

The fog disappeared, and the surrounding scenery appeared in Shanhou's eyes again. The afternoon sun shone on his face, bringing the slightest warmth.

"It's a pity, it's a pity," Shanhou continued to slap the book and said, "If Senior Brother Yin wants to spar with me, I will really be a little bit overwhelmed, but if I play with these gods and gods with me, I will welcome it."

Shanhou can be said to be an outlier in the mountain tribe. The "Zhou Liu Shan Jin" can make the body as solid as a rock, with the indestructibility of a diamond. All the people in the mountain tribe are real rough guys, real men with iron blood who can run horses on their arms.

, this Shanhou is the only one who still knows how to use magic. With the "Zhou Liu Shan Jin" in him, he only has the function of resisting beatings.

"Shanhou, do you think I only know the 'Xuan Ming Ghost Mist'?"

The cloak on Yin Wushang's body automatically moved without wind, and there was a lot of humidity on the Liuyang River. But what was strange was that even though it was foggy and the water vapor was rising, there was still no movement on the boats in the river. The one standing on the river

People admiring the scenery are like blind people, turning a blind eye to the movement here.

From the corner of his eye, Shanhou glanced at the boats moored on the shore. Although the boats docked were quiet, he felt a pair of deep eyes quietly peeking out from the boat and looking at him.

The gloomy atmosphere gradually increased. Not only the boat was moored, but also a group of people gathered on the shore. Everyone looked at Shanhou with lifeless eyes. The scene was simply terrifying.

"To be able to deploy such troops in the capital of Jiangnan Dao, the handiwork of the Nether Sect is really an eye-opener for me." Shanhou said calmly.

Jiangnan Road is one of the most prosperous areas in Daxia, and it is also the second largest money storehouse and granary in Daxia. Every year, the taxes collected by Jiangnan Dao are enough to support the general consumption of Daxia's treasury.

In such an important place, there are so many members of the Netherworld Cult hiding in its capital. This act is really shocking.

"Oh my, what should I do? I won't be killed and silenced."

Shanhou shouted exaggeratedly, and his poor acting skills made the gloomy atmosphere around him even worse.

"enough."

A shout came from a fishing boat. Immediately afterwards, an old man wearing linen clothes and a big bamboo hat hanging on his back walked out of the boat. His old eyes were slightly narrowed, pinched into a slit by pleats, and his waist was hunched.

A feeble voice said: "Shan Hou, get on the boat, God Lord Yulei has agreed to see you."

"If you had told me earlier, I wouldn't have to get into trouble with Senior Brother Yin, whom I haven't seen for many years."

Shanhou rolled up the book and stuffed it inside his belt, pulled out his folding fan, opened it, fanned it gently, and swayed onto the old man's fishing boat, "Ferryman, please sail the boat."

"Let's go." The old man who was called "the ferryman" said weakly, propped up the long pole, and pushed the small fishing boat away from the shore.

Shanhou stood at the stern of the boat, shook his folding fan, and smiled and nodded to Yin Wushang on the shore, as if saying goodbye, but also as if he was mocking.

"Um?"

The fishing boat slowly rowed, but the Shanhou on the boat suddenly changed his face slightly, "It's interesting that I got rid of my message so quickly. Who is it? Master Xian, that white-haired woman, or Qin Yang

?It's really interesting.'

Shanhou covered the lower half of his face with a folding fan, revealing only a pair of cold eyes that opened and then softened.

'I have a hunch that things will develop in the future, which will definitely be exciting.'

After the fishing boat gradually moved away, the pedestrians gathered on the shore quietly dispersed, and those watching the scenery also started chatting and laughing.

On the river, there were fishermen making fish soup on the boat, and bursts of aroma wafted out from the awnings. The pleasure boats sailed away separately, carrying tourists and boat passengers either towards the city, or down the river, leaving the county.

city.

Everything was very harmonious and peaceful, as if the gloomy scene just now had never happened before.

Even Yin Wushang on the shore disappeared without a trace, just like when he came, he came and went without a trace.

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In the county town, Qin Yang, who was walking by the river, suddenly stopped and said, "There is Yin energy!"

"Yin Qi?" Lan Lingsheng looked around and observed, "Where does the Yin Qi come from in broad daylight?"

"Can't be wrong."

Qin Yang gently pressed the end of the box behind him, "Not only did I feel it, it also felt it."

The box behind him contained the thunder knife stolen from the King of Thunder. Just now, the thunder knife beat for a moment. Thunder is a weapon of heavenly punishment, and it is most sensitive to Yin Qi.

If it was only Thunder Blade or Qin Yang who felt it, it could be said to be an accident, but if both of them felt it, it couldn't be ignored.

"The direct sunlight in the afternoon makes it difficult for Yin Qi to exist on the street. Even in the shadows, real Yin Qi may not exist, so the place where I sensed Yin Qi is..."

Qin Yang turned his head and looked at the Liuyang River beside him, which covered most of the county. "Under the water surface."

The sun is hard to find. Under the water's surface, in the depths of the cool river water, there is a looming and gloomy atmosphere.
Chapter completed!