Chapter 1676: Hui Yi is recruiting people from the mountain now, please invite the God of Death as you wish

Boom! Bang! Bang!

On the mountainside of Guizhe Holy Mountain, a blood-stained figure rolled and ran, carrying a mirror and hurriedly down the mountain.

"Brothers, I'm panicking now."

"I don't know why, but the Qin family's half-saint suddenly wants to kill me. I didn't offend him, did I?"

"I know you are surprised. Why can I escape death in the hands of a semi-saint and be so powerful just like Feng Zhongzui?"

"To be honest, I'm surprised myself!"

"My level of phantom swordsmanship can only be said to be barely at the first level. I couldn't even use the time and space jump just now. Seeing that the old man was in a bad state due to being infected with demonic energy, I accidentally struck a 'Mirror Flower, Water Moon'."

"I really have him under control!"

Feng Zhongzui grabbed the preaching mirror and pointed it at himself.

Half of his frightened face was reflected in the mirror, and more of it was the half-sage Qin Duan who was going crazy high in the sky at the top of the mountain.

"I can't stay in the air anymore. It's too dangerous now. I have to use my legs to run away."

"Brothers, I don't know if you believe in the concept of 'field'... It's hard for me to describe to you specifically what I want to express now. In short, the atmosphere at Guizhe Holy Mountain is wrong!"

"My body is so cold, I feel like I'm about to die... Before I preached here, I had no concept of life and death, but now I always feel like I have to lie down with the next breath!"

Drunk in the Wind, he ran and turned around, speaking faster and faster:

"I am born very sensitive - towards things like 'field', I think Qin Bansheng should have been similarly affected, but he is more emotional?"

"But the change came too suddenly. Why?"

"Perhaps Master Shou and Emperor Cangsheng are going to exchange battlefields. Death is rife here, and a catastrophe is about to happen?"

"Maybe..."

Feng Zhongzui swallowed hard, "I always feel like a monster is coming to the Holy Mountain!"

…

brush!

A blur of orange passed by the side of the field of vision.

Feng Zhongzui ran too fast and didn't see clearly what it was, but suddenly stopped and stopped in place.

Stopped abruptly.

Once the drunkenness in the chatterbox stopped, the world became quiet.

His preaching mirror was still held upside down, half of it was shining on his absent-minded face, and the other half was still the sky.

"Why did you stop?"

The people in front of the Five Realms Missionary Mirror were confused.

They wanted to see more scenes and listen to more explanations, but they were suddenly petrified when they were drunk in the wind.

"What did you flash past just now?"

"Human! It looks like a figure, orange?"

"You are running in such a hurry to be reincarnated? By the way, there are still people going up the Guizhe Holy Mountain at this moment? Shouldn't they all go down the mountain?"

"No! He seems to be just walking normally. He is running fast in the wind, so the mirror shows him relatively fast, blurry to the point of being out of the picture..."

The discussion gradually became quieter.

Everyone looked strange.

Because at this time, half of the face in the wind was ashen, and even the eyes had lost their light.

It's like your soul has been taken away!

"died?"

Everyone was confused.

But soon the mirror image trembled, it must have been that the drunk spirit in the wind came back to his senses, obviously he was not dead yet.

But everyone could clearly see that there was a drop of sweat on his forehead, and blood slid across his eye sockets and dripped from the tip of his nose.

Thunder in a silent place.

There was a sudden uproar in the five regions.

Everyone's appetite was whetted by this drop of sweat.

"No, who is coming from the Holy Mountain!"

"Is Feng Zhongzui so stressed?"

After watching the Taoist Mirror for so long, everyone knows that Feng Zhongzui’s character is, to put it mildly, a godless person, but to put it bluntly, he is a coward.

From time to time he makes a slip of the tongue, and he can even call his beloved dog.

Calling Half Saint Qin Duan by his true name is really not his fault.

In fact, following Master Shou, no matter who carries the mirror, I'm afraid they won't be able to see an ordinary half-saint in their eyes.

Shouye and I are killing each other, so why should I be afraid of him?

But who are we meeting at this moment, who will make the talkative Feng Zhong drunk and suddenly lose the ability to speak?

Feng Zhongzui still didn’t speak.

But he slowly began to move the missionary mirror.

In the mirror, half of his face was not missing at all, as if to show the horror in his eyes.

But the part belonging to the sky gradually decreased. As the missionary mirror slid down, the other half of the picture showed the mountain road behind Feng Zhongzui.

…

"Ta, Du..."

"Ta, Du..."

very slow.

The footsteps are neither fast nor slow.

The image in the mirror tilted from bottom to top, gradually incorporating an orange back figure.

People who go up the mountain!

The five domains let out a low cry.

At this time, there were indeed those who were going against the grain, gradually heading toward the top of the Guizhe Holy Mountain.

Judging from the picture in the missionary mirror, the figure from behind is quite tall, but his waist is slightly hunched, so we can only barely judge from the skeleton that he is a man.

others……

His whole body, from head to toe, even his hands, was covered in that orange coat, and no one was exposed.

"Like an orange."

Someone gave a pertinent evaluation. After speaking, he shivered for no reason and felt a little "cold".

This is not an illusion.

This man who went up the mountain gave the spectators in front of the Five Domains Mirror a cold and cold feeling at this moment, like a poisonous snake that had just come out of a dark place.

"Explain it!"

"Feng Zhongzui, hurry up and talk to me."

"I think he is a master! Masters always like to dress up in strange clothes..."

The people in front of the evangelical mirror didn't mind watching the excitement. Anyway, it was not me who was present, so they all started to urge me.

Feng Zhongzui was panicking visibly.

He still didn't dare to say anything and just continued to move the preaching mirror.

He seemed to have benefited a lot from following Master Shou before - now he completely knows how to interpret his current fear in silence and through the language of the camera.

He patted the Orange Man's back from bottom to top for several breaths.

It was clearly a tense moment of escape. Half-Saint Qin Duan was still in the sky behind, and he didn't know when he would catch up.

"Ta, Du..."

"Ta, Du..."

Listening to the leisurely footsteps, everyone felt unable to relax. On the contrary, they felt even heavier!

The mirror moved slowly again, matching the rhythm of the footsteps, taking pictures of the mountain road as it came, and then took a few breathtaking shots of the sky.

No one knows what it means to be drunk in the wind.

But everyone was surprisingly quiet, and accompanied by Feng Zhongzui, whose face was full of horror, we watched the red flowers, willows, green flowers, golden laurels and blue stones for a long time.
To be continued...