The rainbow grows among the mountains.

When the plants and trees entered the foggy mountain, it was also very peaceful.

Somewhere in the forest, there was a Ye Xiu from Dayu looking at the Qiankun Bagua Mirror and was silent for a long time.

Behind him, a young man who was also a wild cultivator looked at his brother and asked softly: "Brother, do you really want to try it?"

When he said this, the young man's hands were trembling and his voice was trembling.

Not for some other reason.

It is because of the mirror of Qiankun Bagua.

That is the magic weapon of the saint.

That means the saint is looking at this side.

This trip to the Fog Mountain was a contest between the human race and the demon earth, but to be precise, it was just a contest between the three religions and the demon earth, and it had nothing to do with the wild cultivators.

But this time the number of people entering Wushan has exceeded the usual number.

In previous years, there were only one person in the three religions at a time. How many people can explore with their strength?

There must be a lot of good things in the Saint's Cave.

Why isn't this jealous?

Ye Xiu looked at the Qiankun Bagua Mirror and fell into deep thought. Then he quickly came to his senses and smiled bitterly: "Cultivation is not easy. If you don't take a try, how can you have a way out?"

"Brother, that's a holy weapon!"

The younger sage cultivator reminded that he was unwilling to take risks with his brother.

"Ashui, if you don't take a try, you'll probably be like this for the rest of your life."

After saying this, the young wild cultivator lifted his energy and rushed towards the rainbow, then galloped over it, and soon arrived before the thick fog.

He was a little unbelievable. It turned out that he could enter the foggy mountain with such a simple means.

He was a little happy.

Stayed on the bridge and looked back.

It seems to be looking for someone.

A Shui looked at his brother on the Rainbow Bridge and was a little unbelievable.

But the next moment, the Qiankun Bagua Mirror suddenly produced a brilliant light, which directly cut the wild cultivator in half.

Blood sprinkled high in the sky.

Na Yexiu rolled down from the bridge.

A Shui tried his best to cover his mouth and prevent him from making a sound.

He said it wasn't that easy.

But why don’t my brother believe it?

...

...

Not only A Shui looked here alone, but many people were also watching the wild cultivator.

In a forest in the southeast direction, there is a wave of wild cultivators, with about fifteen or sixteen people.

The middle-aged man in the lead looked plain, looked at another old man who was paddling on the ground with branches, and asked casually: "How is it, is there any chance?"

The old man raised his head and said seriously: "You can't stay on the bridge for more than a quarter of an hour, otherwise you will definitely be killed by that light."

The middle-aged man frowned and said, "If the disciples of the three disciples who were selected did not know about this, would they be beheaded?"

The old man frowned and said with some uncertainty: "I think those people will have any index. No matter how long they stay on the Rainbow Bridge, it doesn't matter much."

The middle-aged man asked, "If we kill those disciples of the three religions and grab the index?"

The old man shook his head and said, "No, let alone those people are the worst masters in the Taiqing Realm. Even if they are really killed by us, no one will be able to investigate. If they are found out, we may be a catastrophe!"

The middle-aged man frowned and said, "Then he can only pass under that gossip mirror?"

The old man nodded, "This is the only way."

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and frowned, "After all, I have to go."

Like the wild cultivator before, he thought that the fog mountain could be used, even if he had to stay in it for three or five years, those magical instruments or other things were there.

What kind of relics of the saints are really a rare thing in the world for them.

Must go.

The middle-aged man stood up.

A breath immediately dissipated.

He was actually a wild cultivator at the peak of the morning and evening.

He looked at the rainbow bridge and then disappeared from the forest.

A group of wild cultivators followed him to disappear from the forest.

Only this old man is left.

People die for money and birds die for food.

At this moment, it is fully reflected.

The old man looked over there and sighed, "I knew there was fog in the mountains, but I was going to go to the fog mountain. This sentence is not false at all."

As he spoke, the old man wanted to drink a little wine.

But no one wants it.

A sword light suddenly appeared behind him.

A middle-aged man with a calm expression handed it out with a sword and then withdrew his sword in a moment.

Then he caught the wine pot.

The old man fell down.

The middle-aged man put on a wine pot on his waist and soon landed on the rainbow bridge.

Then he just glanced at the Qiankun Bagua Mirror, and then he walked into the fog.

He walked into the fog, and many people had walked into the fog before.

Many people walked into the fog after him.

There will never be only a dozen human races and a dozen demon races in the foggy mountain.

This matter has at least been confirmed.

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...

The rainbow is born among the mountains, and it is a beautiful painting.

The few people sitting on the clouds looked down at the painting without any indication.

Even when they looked at the wild cultivators or other swordsmen before, they didn't say anything when they walked into the foggy mountain.

Because this is what they acquiesced to.

No matter how you look at the twelve young disciples of the Three Sects, they are all the most outstanding disciples in this world. If they are killed in the fog mountain by these wild cultivators or demon clans, what will happen?

I'm afraid some small sects will be in a slump. Just like the sects before, their sects are not strong enough. If one sect comes out, they will give the entire sect resources to sects, so that one day sect can become cultivators at the tower or even the sea realm, and then their sects will become stronger.

This is a stunning success.

They made many attempts to do this idea.

But the most direct attempt is plants and trees.

But the grass and trees died in the foggy mountains.

Yes, if he died in the foggy mountain, the sect behind him might not have risen for hundreds of years.

So these young people are very important to those sects.

It’s just that the saints in the clouds don’t care.

Their chess game has been planned long ago.

Those who walk on the chessboard are all chess pieces.

There is no other meaning.

Chess pieces are only useful or not.

But no matter whether it is useful or not, it can be given up when it is time to give up.

This is obviously unquestionable.
To be continued...