Taichu Yandao: Starting from the Villain

In front of the white fog, Qiu Yong and Yao Gu were only a few steps away from the fog, but they had to stop.

"Senior, do you have any other instructions?" Qiu Yong asked.

"Leave the thing around your waist as well!" said the white-haired old man.

Qiu Yong looked panicked and didn't know what to do for a moment.

Medicine Aunt said hurriedly: "Senior, this is just an inferior magic weapon. Monsters are rampant in the fog sea. Please be kind and leave a weapon for my husband and me to defend ourselves."

The white-haired old man snorted coldly, and the long whip in his hand suddenly rushed out, picked up the ghost-head knife on Qiu Yong's waist and returned.

He took the ghost-head knife, swung it twice, and suddenly his face changed. He tore off the cloth wrapped around the handle.

A tattered cloth bag was instantly revealed.

"What is this?" The white-haired old man looked unfriendly.

"This is..." Yao Gu pretended to be calm and was about to explain when a talisman flew straight in front of her and sealed her mouth.

The one who made the move was the lion-nosed young man. He stared at Qiu Yong and said, "Tell me, what is this?"

At the same time, the white-haired old man had pulled out the cloth bag and began to check it repeatedly.

Suddenly, his expression changed drastically, and he said, "This... this is not an ordinary thing."

The lion-nosed young man raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why, is it still a treasure?"

The white-haired old man bowed and handed over the cloth bag, saying, "Young Master, have you ever seen a storage bag that can hold storage bags?"

The lion-nosed young man's face changed drastically. He grabbed the cloth bag and started to investigate.

After a moment, he flipped his hand and a storage bag appeared.

He was filled with shock, staring at Qiu Yong and asked, "Tell me, what is this, where did you find it?"

Qiu Yong's forehead was covered with sweat, and he said, "I picked it up... I found it deep in the sea of ​​fog."

"I found it. How come I don't have such good luck?" The lion-nosed young man sneered and waved his hand behind him, saying, "You two, this woman has rewarded you. Do it in front of him and see if he will tell you."

Behind the lion-nosed young man, two Qigong masters who had reached the great perfection stage looked embarrassed. It was because Medicine Aunt’s skin color was dark to begin with, and she had been struggling in this sea of ​​fog for many days, which made it difficult for people to be interested.

Among the two Qigong Dayuan monks, one was quite young, with three moles on his left cheek. He coughed and said:

"Young Master, this is not exciting enough. I'm afraid it will be difficult to force a confession. The two of us can use spiritualism and let the wolfhounds do it. It will definitely be exciting and bloody enough, and the kid will definitely confess honestly."

The lion-nosed young man smiled lewdly and said, "You are better at playing than me, kid. Come on, let me see a fight between a man and a dog... Hehe."

The young monk had a look of excitement on his face. He made a hand gesture and tapped the head of the wolfhound beside him.

Qiu Yong was filled with anxiety, not knowing what would happen next. In a hurry, he yelled, "I'll tell you everything. Let her go. This is the Demon Emperor's storage bag."

The lion-nosed young man was grinning a moment ago, but his face instantly turned into a look of shock.

He rushed to Qiu Yong in one step, grabbed his collar and said, "Are you serious? Where did you get the Demon Emperor's storage bag?"

On the other side, the white-haired old man also rushed over and shouted, "This is impossible. How can such a tattered thing be the Demon Emperor's storage bag? If you dare to lie, I will chop you into pieces and feed you to the dogs."

Qiu Yong stammered as he described the scene under the ancient banyan tree. At the end he said, "Seniors, what I said is true. I beg you to let my husband and I go."

The white-haired old man saw that Qiu Yong's words were very convincing and it was difficult to tell whether they were true or false, so he said, "If we want to know the truth, there is only one way, let them take us there."

At the same time, at Gumei Peak in Qianqiao City.

In a secluded place in the back mountain, there stands a nine-story Buddhist pagoda. The base of the pagoda is surrounded by green bamboos, which secretly conforms to the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams.

On the top floor of the pagoda, Zhao Xuan, dressed in black, sat upright, absorbing and exhaling vast amounts of spiritual energy with every breath he took.

Suddenly, Zhao Xuan's eyebrows raised, he opened his eyes and said, "We are almost leaving the fog sea, why are we going back? What's going on?"

He made a gesture, tapped into the air, and then closed his eyes.

In the sea of ​​fog, under the ancient banyan tree.

Seven or eight vines were pierced into a dried corpse. The blood in the corpse had long been sucked dry, leaving only skin and bones.

Suddenly, the vines began to wriggle, and a decadent vitality surged into the body of the mummy.

Soon, the mummy began to tremble, and its body filled up at a speed visible to the naked eye. In a short while, it returned to the appearance of a living person.

The mummy, who had revived into life, held an ebony sword in his hand, moved his neck, jumped to the ground, and rushed into the thick fog.

He didn't need any lighting. He could leap ten steps or so at a time and shuttled among the lush trees as silently as a ghost.

Half a day later, the mummy stopped on the side branch of a big tree, staring at the six monks not far away.

Below, six people divided into three waves and moved carefully into the depths of the sea of ​​fog.

The two people leading the way in front, with their hands tied behind their backs, were the Qiu Yong couple who were captured by the monks from the Beast Taming Valley.

Behind them were two monks wearing animal skins, each holding a wolfhound in their hands.

Behind the two men were two foundation-building cultivators, one old and one young.

"Young master, do you feel anything strange?" said the white-haired old man.

"Strange, what do you mean?"

"It's too quiet, not even a bug chirping."

The young man with the lion nose frowned and was about to step forward to question the Qiu Yong couple when he suddenly saw a fireball falling down on his head.

The lion-nosed young man was shocked and quickly broke an animal bone around his waist and disappeared on the spot.

At the same time, the white-haired old man took out a palm-sized animal skin, held up a yellow light shield, and flashed to the side.

"Boom!" After a loud bang, a big hole was smashed on the ground.

At the front of the pit, two ninth-level Qi training monks were blown to pieces, with flames burning all over their bodies.

Instead, two ground wolf beasts escaped death, limping and wailing continuously.

Ten steps away, the lion-nosed young man showed up. He touched his waist and summoned a bone spear, shouting, "Who dares to attack our Beast Taming Valley? Are you tired of living?"

The voice echoed in the air, but no one responded.

Not far away, a white-haired old man took out an insect nest and threw it on the ground.

In an instant, countless black spots flew out and spread in all directions.

Then, the white-haired old man took out a hand drum and started beating it.

As the drums sounded, more black insects flew out, turning into a swarm of insects, rushing in all directions.

"Young master, on the big tree." The white-haired old man was delighted and the rhythm of beating the hand drum suddenly changed.

The black swarm of insects immediately became agitated, gathering into a torrent and heading straight for the top of the tree.

"You dare to sneak attack our Beast Taming Valley, you're finished!" The white-haired old man was very proud and sneered.

however……

When the black swarm of insects rushed forward, a fire suddenly appeared above the tree, followed by a crackling sound.

In just a few breaths, everything returned to calm.

Under the big tree, Qiu Yong and his wife were hiding in a corner. When they saw the person who released the fire, they cried out as if they had seen a ghost:

"Fellow Daoist Chen?"

"Chen Tianhuo! How could he still be alive?"