Marry Long Aotian

Shrubs form a wall, covering the sky and growing. This place seems to be trapped in the sea of ​​trees, but there is no trace of greenery, and it is full of gray branches and ashes of shade trees.After staying here for a long time, even monks like them seem to assimilate into such foggy ash.

But the young man in front of him was alive and well.

Like a drop of a very beautiful color suddenly falling from the abyss, like paint, it clearly outlines the corner of the Yin forest.

He was wearing a light blue-purple student uniform, which was simple and without any excess. He only tied a rope around his waist, but it outlined a well-developed figure.

It is said that he is a teenager, and he is a little older than a teenager, but he has not yet grown into a young man with hard bones, and he is not even thin.

He looks too magnificent and beautiful, but he still has a three-point unconsciousness. Looking at people with his eyes, it is like holding two ponds condensed in late autumn, flowing with natural amber color, beautiful and clear.

It seems that whoever hugs him, he will hug him back warmly, his body is full of dry and distant fragrance like falling reeds, his cheek is pressed against someone's kiss, and the temperature in his breath seems to be able to burn anyone's heart.

There is a hint of deep affection for no reason, no matter how proud a person is, they will be bewitched by such unconscious and ignorant expressions, and then they will break their hearts.

Dongfang Heng saw it in his eyes and rubbed his fingers slightly, but his heart was very clear.

The person who came here was only a late Huayuan cultivator. It was either a miracle or a trap for such a person to appear here intact.

The two parties met in such an unexpected narrow way, and the atmosphere was a little funny for a while.

Especially Dongfang Heng's swords were on the verge of breaking out. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell what they were going to do at a glance, and if they made a slight move, they would explode.

The teenager stared at one of them pointing at his own bow and arrow.

In the end, it was Dongfang Heng who broke the deadlock, and said in a warm and deep voice, "Sorry, I thought there were ghosts nearby, which frightened fellow daoist. I don't know who you are, why are you here?"

Although he was smiling, there was coldness in his eyes. Although everyone in the Dongfang family restrained their magic weapons temporarily, their expressions did not calm down.

Just waiting for the boy's answer.

"..."

The boy, that is, Mo Yang looked a little confused.

In fact, he also wanted to ask this question very much. This is the back garden of his master Wang Chan, and he has set up a large array of sky-higher ranks. It is the same as the secret place of Tibetan Mountain back then.

The Hidden Mountain Secret Realm is limited by the lower realm, so it cannot exert real restrictions, but the Wugu Forest's killing array is obvious. It stands to reason that no one will deliberately enter unless they don't want to live.

After all, it is not a good place to look at.

But recently, many monks appeared in the Witch Gu Forest. It happened that Mo Yang wanted to break through the Golden Core and needed the assistance of the Earth Yin Flower in the Witch Gu Forest, so he accepted the task and came here to investigate.

If they didn't mean to, just send them out by the way.

Not long after entering the forest, 996 said that someone was divining his whereabouts. After 996 cut it for him, Mo Yang came to them.

Sure enough, they are disciples from other continents.

Mo Yang thought for a while and said, "I don't know why I came here, fellow Taoists, how did you come here?"

Dongfang Heng smiled: "Probably the same as Fellow Daoist."

Mo Yang also played sloppy with him and nodded: "So everyone is the same."

The disciples of Dongfang's family exchanged secret eye contact, suddenly changed their swords, put on a faint smile on their faces, cupped their hands at Mo Yang, and apologized verbally.

A time of peace and harmony.

Mo Chao: "It's all right, it's just that the forest is dangerous, I'm afraid I won't be able to get out alive alone, I wonder if I can join up with fellow Taoists to find a way out."

Mo Yang thought very simply, just send them out, go to the sea, not to Xizhou.

Whatever they think.

Xizhou is xenophobic and doesn't like foreigners knowing too much information, causing disputes.Mo Yang didn't want to reveal his identity and cause trouble, so he treated himself as a passerby and helped him along.

Dongfang Heng pushed the boat along the water, with peach blossom eyes and a charming smile: "You are very welcome."

No matter how they have their own ghosts in their hearts, the group of people set off on the road in a harmonious manner on the surface.Dongfang Heng is obviously very powerful. Although he is full of smiles, he is impeccable. Mo Yang is not as smart as him. He only knows their names and a little bit of information.

They all claimed to be surnamed Fang, and they were disciples of a middle-class family in Dongzhou. They originally planned to participate in the five continents event, but unfortunately got involved in the turbulent space while crossing the sea and came here.

"Will there be spatial turbulence in Dongzhou?" Mo Yang didn't expect that there would be turbulence in the upper realm, he thought only Tianzhu would have it, "How did you get involved?"

Dongfang Heng: "The situation was critical at that time, I was seriously injured and unconscious, and I couldn't remember many things clearly."

"Oh." Mo Yang nodded.

Then he opened the game panel with his backhand, and opened it to see the Fang family and his party clearly.

[Fang Dynasty is 80 years old, golden soil spirit root, late golden core]

[Fang Yang is 70 years old, fire wood spirit root, golden core middle stage]

[Fang Qu is 60 years old, Mizuki spiritual root, Jindan early stage]

From a distance, you can see the gathering of heroes, and from close up, you can see the old man in a meeting.

Mo Yang complained silently in his heart, 996 is getting more and more powerful now, its name and spiritual roots can be detected, and it hurts Mo Yang's heart every time.

But he was retreating from time to time, the time actually passed quickly, and he didn't feel that he was also a half-century old man.

And after the foundation was established, he grew very slowly, slower than the spirit grass of Xianzong.

After Mo Yang figured it out, he turned off the panel.

Except for the three retainers, the other disciples in the group are generally in the late Huayuan period and the early Jindan stage, and they are all Taoist cultivators. Together, their combat effectiveness is not small.

The so-called Daoxiu is a simple and crude classification of monks, referring to monks who are purely cultivating the Tao, and have no talent in the three ways of array patterns, medicine refining, and weapon refining.

Alchemists, pharmacists, and weapon refiners in the upper realm have a detached status and are a hundred times more valuable than ordinary Taoist cultivators. However, their combat power is not very good, their cultivation base and body are relatively weak, and they are objects that need protection.

Mo Yang noticed that Fang Heng, the young master of this pedestrian, was a formation pattern master.

[Fang Heng, 50 years old, Danshui Linggen, top quality, Nascent Soul middle stage]

This was the first time that Mo Yang met other than Yan Lingyun, the second person with the highest spiritual quality.

His master doesn't count, his master is dead.

Mo Yang just didn't want to reveal his identity, but he didn't really want to pretend to be an ignorant little monk who strayed into the Witch Gu Forest, so he didn't hide his behavior much.

After sending them out, he still wanted to find Di Yinhua.

So everyone in the Dongfang family soon discovered that Mo Yang was very familiar with this dangerous forest, and gradually, he walked in the forefront.

Not only that, since his appearance, they haven't been attacked by Yin-eating insects for a long time.

Occasionally, a few flew by and left in a hurry.

Dongfang Qu was still holding Dongfang Heng's arm, looking at Mo Yang with scrutiny in his eyes.

……

After traveling for several days, luckily, they did not encounter any large ghosts.The two sides maintained a tacit understanding, one didn't ask, and the other didn't mention it. Gradually, they got closer and closer to the edge of the Witch Gu Forest, the shade trees became thinner, and the sound of waves could still be heard in the distance.

Mo Yang was very happy.

Tonight, they rested temporarily, lit a bonfire with talisman paper, and sat around to rest in twos and threes.

If it weren't for the talisman paper, the fire would not be able to ignite, and the forest was full of Yin Qi, so the fire could be extinguished quickly.

Mo Yang leaned against the tree, the disciples of the Dongfang family were unavoidably in a bit of a panic, but his clothes were all clean, he was carrying the piano on his back, and looked at the fire.

Fang Heng seemed to let go of his guard, sat beside him, and talked to him.The young man has a gentle temperament and is handsome and romantic. When talking about Wuzhou, his voice is very deep and deep.

Mo Yang couldn't help asking him: "When you were in Dongzhou, did you know about Zixiao Xianzong?"

Dongfang Heng's expression remained unchanged: "Naturally, the name of Zixiao Xianzong is like thunder."

"Oh..." Mo Chao paused, wanted to ask something, but still didn't ask.

Dongfang Heng saw his profile glowing under the firelight, and it turned out that the more beautiful a beauty is, the more dangerous he is.

But since he can really find the exit, it is enough.

Mo Yang didn't notice the scrutiny and indifference in his eyes, and added some paper to the fire: "I can go out tomorrow, Fellow Daoist Fang, see you by fate."

Dongfang Heng said softly: "But the scenery in the forest is very beautiful, I still want to spend a few more days with fellow Taoists and find my sister."

Mo Yang looked up, but saw a piece of golden chess pieces as bright as the sun, suddenly attacking between his eyebrows.Nascent Soul exerted all his might and shackled him, allowing the chess piece to sink directly between his eyebrows.