Versatile Mage: I have no intention of dimensional throne

'Is this person silent all night? '

Bai Mo complained secretly in his heart. Naturally, a small group of hunters couldn't block his sound string detection.

He knew exactly what the people in each camp were doing.

There are normal drinking and chatting, sleeping soundly, or having fun together.

There are also abnormal men on top of men.

It was really dirty to my ears. Only the strange 'little girl' tent had no movement.

Bai Mo shook his head and began to meditate on his own.

In the early morning, the mountain fog was thick, and the group went on the road as usual.

After walking for several miles, the mountain fog became thicker and thicker, and the howling wind gradually began to blow. Surprisingly, the mist remained motionless in the wind and was not blown away at all.

At this moment, the entire hunter group became panicked and scattered one by one, with at least three meters between each person.

"Keep your mind close, the mist from the Confused Mountain is coming, everyone, be careful of yourselves." Pan Feng said loudly.

"Lingling, what is the Lost Mountain Fog he is talking about? Another elemental dangerous place?" Mu Nujiao couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, the Mist Mountain Fog is a dangerous situation that will appear at any time as long as there is fog."

Lingling nodded seriously, "Generally, the mist in the Confused Mountains will have howling winds, but it can't be blown away. Just like now, some of the mist in the Confused Mountains are shadowless, almost like normal mountain fogs."

Glancing at the swirls of mist flowing around him like white clouds, Bai Mo didn't feel any impact for the time being, so he spoke:

"What is the function of this Mist Mountain Mist? It sounds like it confuses the mind."

"Well, fog has the power to influence the mind. If it is the kind without a strong wind, it will be slightly weaker. Like this kind of mountain fog with a strong wind, if you are not careful, your mind will be affected, or you will become arrogant. , either timid or impulsive. In short, people’s negative emotions and thoughts will be seduced by this fog, so we must be careful!”

Lingling's face was very serious. She had already taken out the magic weapon to protect her soul and put it on her body.

Seeing this, Mu Nujiao also became serious, "Since the effect of the Ecstasy Mountain Mist can be resisted by the God-Condensing Magic Weapon, there is no need to worry too much. We only need to guard against hunters like them."

"No, Jiaojiao, look at them." Bai Mo thoughtfully nodded at those members of the Haoran Hunter Group.

"Although they are also guarding against each other's possible attacks, they are also guarding against the fog, as if there is something in the fog."

Mu Nujiao followed the words and took a look, and found that it was indeed as Bai Mo said. Although these people were far apart and covered almost all the roads in the valley, they were not scattered and were vaguely guarding each other.

And Bai Mo’s reminders continued:

"The mental power of demons is almost as strong as their physical bodies. This Mist Mountain fog has a great influence on mages, but not necessarily on them. Maybe this rich fog is their natural hunting ground."

Almost a few seconds after Bai Mo finished speaking, Pan Feng's reminder came from the side.

"Little brother Bai, be careful. This mountain mist will confuse your mind. When the mist comes, so will the demons. The most common ones are the Taihang Mountain Spiders."

Bai Mo nodded secretly, but his heart was filled with excitement. You must know that the Taihang Mountain Spider is at the level of a small commander, and they live in groups. There are more than a dozen of them when they appear.

From ancient times to the present, it has been the overlord of the Taihang Mountains, which is evident from its name, Taihang Mountain Spider.

Secretly recalling the Taihang Mountain Spider's message, he responded loudly, "Thank you, Captain Pan. Does the Captain know when the fog will disperse?"

"Fog is a normal phenomenon in the Taihang Mountains, but we have destroyed the elemental dangerous areas. At least the sun must be in the middle of the day before the fog in the Confused Mountains will disperse."

Pan Feng replied, and then shouted to everyone, "Brothers, everyone place your formation on the spot, don't move around, resist the demon, and wait until the fog clears, we can go on the road again."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw an old man with cloudy white eyes, a high forehead and thick temples, and a greasy face walking toward Bai Mo with swaying steps.

Bai Mo remembers him as the deputy captain.

His movements immediately attracted everyone in the Haoran Hunter Group, and Pan Feng shouted:

"Jiang Ming, what's wrong with you!"

"Captain, he seems to be in a fog." Bai Jie, a woman from a good family, suddenly said.

Hearing this, many of the group members who were initially surprised and prepared to follow immediately dispersed. Pan Feng didn't say anything more, but stared at them carefully with his eyes dim.

He saw Jiang Ming wandering around Bai Mo, paused slightly, and without even looking at him, he walked towards Mu Nujiao and said at the same time:

"Little beauty, what's the point of following this pretty face? Do a sexy dance for my brother and have fun. Whether it's Xinghaiguoshi or anything else, I can do it for you~"

The old pervert's speech was extremely fluent, and it sounded like he was doing similar things all the time.

Bai Mo tapped his fingertips in the air, and a force directly threw the dazed old pervert to the edge of the team.

He glanced around and saw that everyone had different expressions, but none of them were apologetic, and finally looked at Pan Feng.

"Captain Pan, I know this mist has a spiritual effect, but I still hope you can take care of your own people."

Bai Mo said clearly, "Otherwise, I will have to step in and take care of it for you."

Pan Feng laughed and said, "Brother Bai, that old boy Jiang Ming is joking with you. He just talks nonsense."

"hope so."

Bai Mo couldn't deny it. He reached out and lifted it, and a pale white wind barrier rose straight up, surrounding the three of them.

The Origin Spiritual Wind could not blow away the surrounding fog, but the spiritual power contained in the fog was dissipated.

The Haoran hunters didn't take this change seriously. They didn't know that Bai Mo and the others were no longer affected by the enchanting mist.

In their eyes, the whirlpool of mist around Bai Mo and the three of them was getting stronger.

"You are really ungrateful. We are kind enough to help you explore the way, but you dare to threaten us?!" said a man with a sinister look on his face.

"That's right, didn't you just say a few words to that woman? What's the big deal? Why are you pretending? I just want the Star Fruit Stone." Another woman with acne on her face said.

She was about to say something, but she was suddenly interrupted by Bai Jie, a good woman.

"Okay, it was Jiang Ming who was wrong first. The spiritual influence here is too strong. We should take care of ourselves and stop saying irrelevant words."

At this moment, the surrounding fog surged, and in the vast whiteness, only huge black shadows appeared one after another, black like temples, and they kept approaching here.

The spider legs, which were like spears from the rafters, moved swiftly on the ground, making a sound like sharp blades breaking leather.

The originally cool and biting mountain fog became even colder in an instant.

"It's the Taihang Mountain Spider! Those things are coming!"

Lingling looked at the shadows, and they all looked like ghosts. Before they could see clearly that these guys appeared in the mist, they saw that the wind barrier that was still protecting them suddenly shattered!

"what happened?"

Mu Nujiao was puzzled for a while, and looked intently. Suddenly, in the turbulent white mist, she found thin white lines, which seemed to be formed by condensed mist, flying towards them silently.