Lonely tree in the north

I don't know after walking for a long time, the thick white mist gradually lessened, and the people who followed Bei Zi'an all the way could already see clearly. If he hadn't known in his heart that the one ahead was Bei Zi'an, Mo Xun would probably have put He mistook it for Si Ye.

The same purple robe and tall back made the people behind them stunned for a moment.

While he was in a daze, the man in front suddenly stopped and turned around. Mo Xun's head bumped into his half-opened lips, and his handsome face with sharp edges and corners immediately darkened.

Before he could say anything, he was robbed of the opportunity by someone who was in a daze and was disturbed.

"Why did you stop suddenly?" Although the tone of his voice was normal, under the current atmosphere, Bei Zi'an could hear a trace of complaint.

"Ahead is a dead end."

"Dead end?"

When Mo Xun heard this, he turned his head away from his body and looked ahead, seeing a swamp filled with black air, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

Is this the first time I have gone to a dead end?

Could it be that this guy is actually a road idiot?

"Look back."

Bei Zi'an passed him and was about to walk back, but stopped after taking a few steps.

He turned his face back to look at the person who was still not planning to leave, and frowned, "If you don't leave, let go, and when it gets dark, you won't be able to leave."

Mo Xun's pensive head suddenly shook slowly, and he turned his head to meet Shang Bei Zi'an's eyes. When those agile eyeballs turned, it was like a scene where stars flashed by.

"What if turning back is always a dead end? It's better to rush to this dead end. Besides, I see that it is not necessarily a dead end."

Bei Zi'an: "Do you have a solution?"

Mo Xun shrugged helplessly, saying that he could do nothing.

Seeing this, Bei Zi'an was so angry that he almost went forward to beat someone.

"However, with the help of the Lord of the North Pavilion, maybe he can go out." Mo Xun said suddenly, pretending to be closed.

The curious Bei Zi'an looked at him again, really wanting to know what he wanted to do in order to be able to go out.

"I have encountered this kind of enchantment before, but if I want to break it, it takes a lot of effort."

Bei Zi'an rolled his eyes and said with a tone of gritted teeth, "Since I knew the solution earlier, why didn't I say it earlier?"

Mo Xun was helpless, and explained: "At first I wasn't sure if it was true, and the method, I just thought of it."

"..." Bei Zi'an was speechless, not wanting to waste his time talking with him, and asked bluntly, "What do I need to do?"

"I've always heard that the first pavilion master of the Chiwu Pavilion was a member of a cult, so every pavilion master in the past generations must have known a little bit of cult methods."

As Mo Xun said, Bei Zi'an's expression changed. He looked at Mo Xun in front of him in disbelief, and suddenly his eyes became a kind of scrutiny.

It is said in the world that this is the case, and in fact it is true, but the pavilion masters of the past generations know the methods of the cult, which is simply uttering wild words.

"North Pavilion Master, don't have to wonder if this is Gu'an who came from Xushan. I didn't know about this at the beginning, but I have a senior brother with very sharp eyes, and I have learned something from him. He is from a well-known decent middle school. Those who follow the methods of the cult cannot escape my eyes."

Mo Xun was talking nonsense in a serious manner. In fact, a few of the truths were true, but he saw that the North Zi'an Society was false.

This kind of enchantment is similar to nothingness. At that time in Jinling, Mo Xun watched how Si Ye broke the nothingness.

It is naturally difficult to use normal skills, but if you use skills that are similar to magic energy, the success rate for such an unknown barrier is [-]%.

He just wanted to be proud for a while, but when he realized it, Bei Zi'an's sword was already on his neck.

"If you dare to speak out, I will kill you now."

Mo Xun glared at the man who kept the sword on his neck at every turn, his teeth itching with anger, wishing to beat the man in front of him severely.

"Brother, I beg you to listen to the main points of my words. Why do I say it when I have nothing to say? I'm not a big mouth. Also, please don't keep putting your sword on my neck Okay? If I die, you will be finished, you know."

Bei Zi'an didn't put down the sword in his hand, but put it closer, and the neck that was injured by the previous two slips was aggravated.

"Hey... it hurts..."

"You have to promise that you won't say anything."

"..." Mo Xun stared at him blankly for a while, and then suddenly lost his temper, "It seems that the book said that you are a stickler, and it is true! Didn't I say that I would not say it? Why do you always insist on this and ask me to guarantee it? Is it so unbelievable when I look at it? "

"Also, do you really want to go out or not? You're moaning like a girl. If you don't want to go out, you should tell me earlier. I have to get angry at you!"

Bei Zi'an was stunned, he couldn't believe that the person in front of him could be the legendary Gu'an.

"........."