Zongwu: Madam, please respect yourself.

"Farewell!"

"Please wait!" Huang Rong shouted to the quintuplets who were about to leave.

After thinking about her words for a while, Huang Rong said calmly: "Five Buddha Mothers, you have all been marked by the Poseidon Flower. Naturally, you should understand how dangerous this thing is. There is almost no cure. You can leave the island now, even if it is only for a while. It won't happen for a while, but it won't last long.

Otherwise, Chen Yuanyuan would not have gone through so much trouble to come back after leaving this island.

It's better that we make a temporary alliance, support each other, become a team, and march towards the top of the mountain together.

In this way, not only can we take care of each other, but if we encounter a life-or-death situation, we will have more strength and more ideas. "

"Thank you Gang Leader Huang for your kindness. We have decided to go, so we won't stay too long.

Wish you all good luck!" After saying these words, the Five Lotus Buddha Mothers took steps again and disappeared into the depths of the mist.

Huang Rong frowned.

This person from the White Lotus Sect is really difficult to get along with.

Put yourself down to invite them.

Jure put a cold butt on his face.

'Oh, since they themselves want to die! Then I won't be such a good Samaritan!'

Huang Rong sneered in her heart.

"Godmother, where did you find this Huangmingcao!"

Wu Gong asked Huang Rong curiously.

He and Dao Baifeng found nothing.

Of course, a large part of the reason for this was because he and Dao Baifeng didn't look for it at all.

Huang Rong still didn't want to pay attention to Wu Gong. She pretended not to hear on purpose and looked at the fog that had gathered around her again: "The fog here sometimes thickens and sometimes disperses, so it is very difficult to figure out. Even if you leave a fixed mark, there are still many traces. There is a high probability that you will go the wrong way." Huang Rong's mind was constantly evolving the route she had just taken, until the direction, steps and even the angle of the turn were deeply imprinted in her mind. After getting deeper, she continued: "If we want to pass this level, we can only explore it bit by bit, but we don't have much time."

Huang Rong looked towards the sky.

She couldn't see the green sun at all, nor could she feel the golden light.

This fog is really too thick.

If there is a sun, you can quickly get out of this maze according to the direction of the sun.

Wu Gong looked around.

He couldn't remember the way he came.

Dao Baifeng and Duan Yu also no longer remember.

However, Wu Gong was not panicked at all.

Because he has already thought of a way!

That means walking in a straight line!

Straight lines are the shortest distances among all paths.

But how can we ensure that we are walking in a straight line instead of spinning in circles like a headless fly?

Find the way from above the fog after getting bigger?

No, the fog is too thick, and there’s no telling how thick it is up there.

Then, after getting bigger, rush all the way?

Wu Gong also shook his head.

As long as you are in the fog, it is very likely that you will not be able to walk in a straight line.

Wu Gong suddenly had an idea flash in his mind.

The human eye may not be able to follow a straight line in the fog.

The main reason is that people can think, and if they think too much, they will naturally make mistakes.

But this does not happen with dead things.

Wu Gong thought of it and did it.

The arms expanded and began to dig into the soil on the ground, squeezing the soil hard and condensing it.

Huang Rong's eyes flashed with light.

She immediately understood what Wu Gong was thinking.

At the same time, he also cursed that he was really stupid.

Wu Gong pressed the soil on his hand into a hard ball of mud.

He gestured at the angle and threw the mud ball in his hand vigorously.

"puff!"

The air surges.

The fog directly ahead was blown away, revealing a long and narrow passage.

Although the fog quickly gathered and recovered, the soil that fell to the ground pointed out a straight path forward.

There was a dull echo in the distance.

It was the sound of soil hitting a hard surface.

But why does this sound sound weird?

It's like there's a water-filled sponge sandwiched between the dirt and the hard surface.

He walked along the traces of dirt on the ground.

A pirate corpse, like a tattered watermelon, was firmly stuck to the black rock wall.

The head can no longer be found, and broken limbs are scattered everywhere.

I can't even put it together.

It was even more miserable than being hit head-on by a speeding train.

"Ah this!"

Wu Gong scratched his head.

Huang Rong walked over and observed it.

Tear off a small piece of the pirate's clothes.

It was immediately discovered that this pirate was not a pirate from Chaotian Yue, but from Mrs. Hejiang, whom he had met not long ago.

Have other people come to the island?

"Swish swish~"

In the moment of doubt.

There were dense footsteps in the mist beside me.

It seemed that he was attracted by the movement here.

And as the footsteps get closer and closer.

The more Wu Gong and others listened, the more they felt that this was not a sound that could be made by humans.

The mist rolled in.

Three short figures slowly appeared in the white mist.

However, they did not dare to get close, but stood far away in the white mist.

No, they were not standing in the white mist.

But squatting in the white mist.

"Dunru, cultivate literature!"

Huang Rong saw the familiar crutches at a glance, and even saw the familiar clothes on Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen.

Immediately, he lightly tapped his foot on the ground, and his whole body seemed to be flying close to the ground, and he jumped out.

Wu Gong wanted to stop her, but how could he catch Huang Rong?

I could only follow him at a trot.

Duan Yu didn't want to chase him at first, but Dao Baifeng pulled him to follow him.

However, as Dao Baifeng ran, her face suddenly turned red.

Seeing Huang Rong running towards this side.

The three people squatting in the fog scratched their heads and exchanged a few words in strange accents, then turned and ran deeper into the fog.

Huang Rong stepped hard with her toes, and three stones flew up from the ground.

The ankle exerted force, and the foot was kicked on the front of the stone, and only three "swish, swish, swish" sounds were heard.

The three people in front immediately staggered and fell to the ground.

While Huang Rong was kicking pebbles with her feet.

Wu Gong had already surpassed Huang Rong and came to the three of them first.

The three people on the ground got up and prepared to run again.

But how could Wu Gong let them get their wish?

He stepped on the back of a Wu brother and reached out to grab Ke Zhen E's arm.