Shrubs have grown into walls, covering the sky. This place seems to be trapped in a sea of trees, but there is no trace of green, but only the gray branches and ashes of dark trees. After staying here for a long time, even monks like them seem to be assimilated into such misty ashes.
But the young man in front of him was alive and well.
Like a drop of extremely bright color suddenly falling from the abyss, like paint, it clearly outlines the corner of the dark forest.
He was wearing a light blue and purple disciple uniform, which was simple and without any extraneous details. He only had a rope belt tied around his waist, but it outlined a well-developed figure.
He is said to be a boy, but he is older than a boy, but he has not yet grown into a young man with strong bones, and he is not even thin. It is this plump and hazy spring that makes people feel unspeakable heat when they meet him.
He is indeed too magnificent and beautiful, but he still has a somewhat unconscious attitude. His eyes looking at people are like two pools of condensed late autumn water, flowing with a natural amber color, beautiful and clear.
It seems that if anyone hugs him, he will hug him back warmly. His body is filled with the dry fragrance as if it has fallen into the reeds. He presses his cheek against the person and asks for a kiss. The body temperature in his breath seems to be able to scald anyone's heart.
There are hints of deep and incomprehensible love for no reason. No matter how proud you are, you will be seduced by such unconscious and ignorant emotions, and then break up and have a heart-to-heart relationship.
Dongfang Heng saw it and rubbed his fingers slightly, but his heart was very clear.
The person coming here is only a late-Huanyuan cultivation level. For such a person to appear here intact is either a miracle or a trap.
The two parties met unexpectedly on a narrow road, and the atmosphere was a bit funny for a while.
Especially Dongfang Heng's side was at war with each other. Anyone with a discerning eye would know what they were going to do at a glance. They were afraid that an explosion would occur at the slightest move.
The boy stared at the bow and arrow one of them pointed at him.
In the end, it was Dongfang Heng who broke the deadlock with a gentle and low voice: "Sorry, I thought there was a demon nearby and frightened fellow Taoist. I don't know who you are and why you are here?"
Although he was smiling, there was a coldness in his eyes. Although everyone in the Dongfang family temporarily restrained their magic weapons, their expressions did not soften.
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. This was the back garden of his master Wang Chan, where a sky-transcendent formation was set up. Just like the Hidden Mountain Secret Realm back then, it had a double package of luxurious forbidden air and maze formations.
The Hidden Mountain Secret Realm is restricted to the lower realm and cannot exert real restrictions, but the Witch Gu Forest Killing Formation is very obvious. It stands to reason that no one would deliberately break in unless they no longer 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.
As expected, he is a disciple from another continent.
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 moment of 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.
No matter what 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."
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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 a close distance, you can see the old man having 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 in seclusion from time to time, and time actually passed quickly, and he didn't feel like he was an old man.
And after the foundation was established, he grew very slowly, slower than the spirit grass of Xianzong.
After Mo Chao basically 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 and early Jindan stages. They are all Taoist cultivators. When they are gathered together, their combat effectiveness is not small.
The so-called Taoist cultivator is a simple and crude way of classifying monks. It refers to monks who are purely cultivators and have no talent in formation patterns, medicine refining, and weapon refining.
Upper realm alchemists, pharmacists, and weapon refiners have a transcendent status and are a hundred times more valuable than ordinary Taoist cultivators. However, their combat power is not very good, and their cultivation and body are relatively weak, so they need to be protected.
Mo Chao noticed that the young master of this group, Fang Heng, was a formation master.
[Fang Heng, 50 years old, single water spiritual root, extremely high quality, middle Nascent Soul stage]
This was the first time that Mo Chao had seen the second person besides Yan Lingyun who had extremely good spiritual roots.
His master doesn't count, his master is dead.
Mo Chao just didn't want to reveal his identity, but he didn't really want to pretend to be an ignorant young monk who accidentally entered the witchcraft forest, so he didn't hide his behavior much.
After sending them out, he still wanted to find Diyinhua.
So everyone in the Dongfang family soon discovered that Mo Chao was extremely familiar with this dangerous forest, and gradually, he walked at the front.
Not only that, since he appeared, they haven't been attacked by Yin-devouring Insects for a long time.
Occasionally, a few flew by and left in a hurry.
Dongfang Qu still held Dongfang Heng's arm and looked at Mo Chao with scrutiny in his eyes.
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After traveling for several days, they were very lucky and did not encounter any large ghosts again. The two sides maintained a tacit understanding, neither asking nor mentioning anything. Gradually, they were getting closer and closer to the edge of the Witch Gu Forest, the dark trees became sparse, and the sound of the waves could be heard in the distance.
Mo Chao was very happy.
Tonight, they took a break, lit a bonfire with talismans, and sat around to rest.
If it weren't for the talismans, the fire wouldn't be able to ignite. The forest is full of yin energy, and the fire can be put out quickly.
Mo Chao was leaning against the tree. The disciple of the Dongfang family was inevitably a little embarrassed, but his clothes were clean and he was looking at the fire with his piano on his back.
Fang Heng seemed to have let down his guard, sitting next to him and talking to him. The young man has a gentle temperament and is handsome and charming. When he talks about the five continents, his voice is very affectionate and deep.
Mo Chao couldn't help but ask him: "When you were in Dongzhou, did you know about the Zixiao Immortal Sect?"
Dongfang Heng's expression remained unchanged: "Of course, the name of Zixiao Immortal Sect is like thunder piercing the ears."
"Oh..." Mo Chao paused, wanting to ask something, but still didn't ask.
Dongfang Heng saw his side face glowing under the firelight. Sure enough, the more beautiful a person is, the more dangerous she is.
But since he can really find the exit, that's enough.
Mo Chao didn't notice the scrutiny and indifference in his eyes, and added some paper to the fire: "You can go out tomorrow, Fellow Daoist Fang, see you again if we have the chance."
Dongfang Heng said gently: "But the scenery in the forest is very nice. I would like to spend a few more days with my fellow Taoist 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.