Qingzhi lifted up the tent and walked out.

As soon as he left the tent, he looked surprised.

There was a dark piece in front of me, and I could not see anything.

There is no trace of light in the world, just like being in an absolutely silent black hole. A trace of coldness appears in my heart for no reason, as if it has been abandoned by the world.

He looked around and muttered, "What's the matter?"

Without caring about my heart, I touched the darkness and walked to the side, unbuttoned my belt, and started to untickle it.

The sound of water flowing came.

His eyes looked around with caution.

The cold feeling became stronger and stronger. I don’t know if it was an illusion, but he felt like he was being peeped at.

It seemed as if there was a vicious eye in the dark staring at me.

He finally realized something was wrong.

I once heard from my master that a martial artist with high strength will have instinctive perceptions of many dangers.

This feeling of being peeped is probably not an illusion.

He quickly tied his belt, turned around and ran towards the tent, trying to tell others.

But at this moment, his face changed.

Where is the tent?

There was a dark circle in front of me, and the wind was howling from all directions.

Nothing is gone.

He seemed to be the only one left in the whole world.

"Illusion, ghosts hit the wall."

Qingzhi quickly reacted, circulated the sky eyelid, and two blue lights shot out from his eyes.

The darkness changed rapidly in his eyes.

But it still did not dissipate.

He saw thick white mist covering the surroundings.

A stream of cold breath rushed out from the white mist.

The white mist covered everything.

His sky-eye insight could not see through the white mist here.

The tent was obviously not far behind him, but at this moment he could not find anything.

Qingzhi's face changed and he rushed back quickly according to the previous sense of direction.

But after rushing for several miles, I couldn't find where the tent was.

Of course, it was just that he felt that he had rushed for several miles.

He didn't know how many he really rushed out.

"Damn it, what the hell dares to tease your Taoist master."

Qingzhi said furiously.

The wind was howling around it, and it was pitch black.

No voice responded.

Qingzhi forced himself to calm down, and the true energy swung in his body for a few times, then ran back again.

I must have run over the head just now.

The tent should be at the back.

However, after he ran for several miles, he still did not find any trace of the tent.

Even the sound of the Yellow River water can't be heard.

There was a dead silence between heaven and earth, and nothing was left except the sound of the wind.

At this time, he felt that the feeling of being peeped behind him became even stronger.

Those resentful eyes seemed to be not far behind me.

Qingzhi suddenly turned around and looked back.

But behind me was dark and nothing.

"Qingquan, Qingbu, Xiao Zhang, where are you?"

He finally couldn't help but shout.

The sound came out and the surroundings were empty.

The cold wind whimpered.

Finally, cold sweat broke out behind him.

Although he is a fourth-level master, he has never gone down a mountain. This is the first time.

I have never encountered evil spirits alone, but I just heard my master talk about it on the mountain.

Now that I personally encounter such a strange situation, I feel really uneasy.

He urged his power and started shouting again.

This time, I used all my internal force to ensure that the sound could spread more than ten miles in a radius.

The sound was heard for more than ten miles, so Qingquan and the others should be able to hear it?

He shouted, walking around.

But he never received a response.

At this time, the feeling of being peeped behind him became stronger and stronger every time. He could feel that the other party was getting closer. At first, it was still dozens of meters away, but now it seemed that it was about four or five meters behind him.

Qingzhi turned around again.

It's still dark and can't see anything.

He frowned and looked alert.

Just then!

The hairs all over his body suddenly stood up. He felt a huge crisis approaching behind him. He turned around like lightning, slapped him with a palm, and the dazzling green light burst out suddenly.

Bang!

A black shadow collided with him, knocking him backwards on the spot.

Qingzhi was shocked and quickly stabilized in the distance. His true energy spread throughout his body, and he looked around with great vigilance.

His arms were sore and cold, as if they were sealed by the ice.

A stream of cold and cold force continued to invade into his body from his arms, and he felt that his arms seemed to be no longer his own.

"What the hell, get out!"

He started to yell.

But there was still no response around.

A moment later, a terrible crisis hit again.

Qingzhi's hair was upside down and turned around again.

With a bang, he was shaken back again, and the extremely terrifying cold power rushed into his internal organs, making his lips purple, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

He was completely scared.

"Damn, what the hell is going on?"

He got up and ran away, not caring about anything.

Inside the tent.

Qingquan, Qingbu and the others read all the remaining pages with relish.

Qingbu showed a wretched smile, his eyes turned, and said, "Qingzhi hasn't come back yet, I'll go and see it."

"You're faster, I'll go and check it out later."

Qingquan also laughed.

Taoist Xiao Zhang didn't know why they all went out to check the situation.

Isn't it enough to go see it alone, but you still have to go there one by one?

His mouth was dry and his palms trembled slightly. He picked up the teacup beside him and sent it to his mouth.

Qingquan looked at it secretly and was funny.
To be continued...