V5.Chapter 88

The streamers full of charm gradually lit up on the body of Baozhu.

There seemed to be some magical power in these lights, and all the black fog that came into contact with this light was forced to retreat in an instant.

Just in a blink of an eye, there was a huge space around Baozhu and his body.

In this space, there is no trace of black fog.

He Yiming looked at all this with tongue tied eyes, and then he figured out a problem.

This is the ghost crying mountain. Even a strong master like the Jin campaign regards it as a dangerous road. It's nothing strange that 1008 can come in.

For this inhuman guy, even if the danger here is ten times greater, he can't have the slightest impact.

However, Baozhu is different. Although it is not human, this guy is the smartest spirit beast he has ever seen. According to theory, he should also be affected by the Yin wind ghost and evil spirit in the black fog.

But in fact, Baozhu didn't care about the danger here at all, but swaggered in with 108.

He Yiming hadn't thought of this before, but at this moment, after seeing the magical changes here, his heart suddenly became alive.

Thinking of the attitude of the huge fire dragon in the Jiulong stove towards Baozhu in the past, he Yiming became more and more curious. What is the origin of this guy?

He wanted to return to Tianchi mountain to ask the truth, but at the thought that if this little guy returned to Tianchi mountain, he was afraid it would be difficult to continue to follow him, so he gave up the idea without hesitation.

The streamer on Baozhu is getting brighter and brighter. In this black fog, it is like a sun shining everywhere.

He Yiming touched his chin. Although he knew that doing so would definitely cause unnecessary trouble, looking at the half black and half white appearance of Baozhu at the moment, he finally sighed and didn't interrupt it to continue eating.

After half an hour, Baozhu finally stopped, and he Yiming looked at the white stone hanging in his eyes.

After a long time, this white stone is only about one-fifth less in volume.

He Yiming weighed it a few times, and the weight was about a fifth less. In his heart, he secretly said that Baozhu, like 108, did not seem to have a great demand for Baishi.

"Hoo Hoo..."

Strange sounds came out of his arms. He Yiming looked at him in surprise and couldn't help laughing and crying. Baozhu fell asleep in his arms.

He smiled bitterly. Baozhu was at least a spirit beast proficient in human nature, but he was so relieved that he was not afraid to strip it of its muscles and skin to take internal alchemy. It was really an unexpected thing that such a little guy could live to the present.

But on second thought, it doesn't seem to matter.

On the Tianchi mountain in the northwest, the ancestors took care of it personally. Presumably, no one dares to dig into the corner of our ancestors.

When Baozhu fell asleep, the streamer like hood suddenly shrank slowly.

At the beginning, the speed was very fast, almost doubled in an instant, which made he Yiming feel relieved. Then the shrinking speed became slower and slower. When it shrouded he Yiming and 108, it stopped.

Then he Yiming felt that subtle changes had taken place on the body surface of Baozhu.

He hesitated for a moment, gently wiped on Baozhu's black fur, and suddenly his black hair fell down like snow.

He Yiming was shocked and looked intently. He saw another layer of hair growing strangely under the falling black hair.

This layer of hair is as white as snow, and the color of its original hair is exactly the same.

He Yiming was overjoyed. He gently stroked the white pig's body surface. Just a cup of tea, all the hairs on his body were changed once.

Not only the black hair, but also the white hair faded once.

In this way, it is clean and smooth again, even better than before.

He Yiming is very jealous. Baozhu's ability is quite close to 108.

Of course, 108 is not afraid of losing hands and feet, but Baozhu is estimated to be out of it. Its ability may only be brought into play after being disfigured.

Finally, when all the hair faded and changed, Baozhu yawned greatly, opened his small round eyes, and woke up.

It glanced at the intact hair on its body and suddenly became happy.

He Yiming gave it a thumbs up, and Baozhu immediately held his head high, speechless triumphant.

He Yiming suddenly remembered something in his heart. He Yiming no longer paid attention to Baozhu who felt good about himself, but asked, "brother Bai, can you change to sense the existence of the tracker when you can't see it?"

108 said coldly, "yes, but I didn't find you according to the tracker, but I used... Clairvoyance to search for you."

He Yiming called this ability "clairvoyance" after 108 showed his ability to see people clearly from dozens of miles away.

With a slight surprise in his heart, he Yiming asked, "is your clairvoyance unlimited here?"

"There are restrictions, but it's not big. At least you can see the faces and clothes of people within 300 meters."

He Yiming was overjoyed at once. The effect of 1008 thousand mile eyes is not what ordinary people can imagine. He took a deep breath and said, "brother Bai, help me see if there is anyone near here."

Hundred and eight did not look around, but immediately said, "within 300 meters of being able to see, there is no trace of people."

He Yiming nodded slightly, and was able to see clearly the range of 300 meters, which was more than enough for him.

Although his downwind ear can hear the movement in the distance, if the other party sits still and does not breathe, he Yiming is likely to regard it as a rock wall in this environment. But since there are 108 thousand mile eyes to help, then he is no longer afraid.

Calmed down, he Yiming asked in a low voice, "brother Bai, do you know the origin of the three venerable people?"

Bai 008 shook his head and said, "they are quite tall. One of them is estimated to be a Western expert, but their origin is unclear."

He Yiming was slightly surprised and said, "Western venerable?" They frowned and vaguely guessed that it might be the result of the provocation a month ago.

However, he Yiming despises such Western visitors most.

In the past, the Jin campaign went to the western world to challenge, and when it was below the venerable, it was invincible. As a result, the West sent a master at the venerable level to pursue and kill. Therefore, it is difficult for he Yiming to have any favorable impression on Westerners.

"The other two, one is estimated to be the killer in the yellow spring gate, while the other can't identify." Hundred and eight continued.

He Yiming nodded slightly, and he vaguely realized that there must be something beyond their grasp, otherwise huangquan gate is unlikely to send an assassin at the level of the venerable, and another venerable who came out of nowhere makes he Yiming even more elusive.

"Ow..."

Suddenly, a huge, painful voice came from afar.

He Yiming was slightly stunned and said uncertainly, "is the wolf totem clan coming?"

He and the wolf totem clan are as worried as the sea. The old man shuixuanjin died under the joint efforts of the wolf and the snake, while he chased thousands of miles and killed all the messengers in the wolf totem who went out.

This hatred is so deep that no one can give up.

So he Yiming was quite sensitive to the sound of wolf howling. After listening carefully, he suddenly knew that it was not only the strange sound of the wind, but also the sound from the mouth of some creature.

However, he did not know that in the rest of the ghost cry ridge, all masters who heard this sound flashed a trace of regret in their eyes.

In a deserted corner, Yu Wuchang, who swallowed Jia Huangdan, sighed and said, "I didn't expect that someone could not bear the pressure and went crazy so soon." Then he stretched out his hand and carefully sensed the evil spirit in the black fog. After a long time, he murmured, "the evil spirit here seems to be deepening gradually, which seems to be a little worse than the last two times. What's going on..."

All the people who went deep into it had the same look in their eyes. No matter what their relationship with the howling man was, there was a sense of rabbit death and fox sorrow in their hearts.

The masters who were closest to the howl all secretly screamed bad luck in their hearts. They left the area far away at the fastest speed, and no one was willing to entangle with a completely irrational madman in this case.

Hundred and eight was silent for a moment and said, "this is not the voice of the wolf."

He Yiming was stunned and said, "what's that?"

"Human."

He Yiming glanced at him unhappily and said, "brother Bai, in the past, SOGO once made such a cry."

"Different." Hundred and eight said very seriously, "SOGO's cry is to imitate the voice of the red wolf king, which is the voice of reason, but this voice represents madness."

He Yiming blinked his eyes twice, and the two voices turned around in his mind, but he didn't find the slightest difference.

Frowning slightly, he said, "why can't I hear it?"

A gleam of light flashed in his eyes and said, "it's actually very simple to distinguish these two voices."

After that, he opened his mouth, and a sad long whistle came out of his mouth. In this long whistle, there was a kind of King's arrogance.

Then, a howl came out of his mouth again, which was exactly the same as the sound just now.

When these two voices almost sounded successively, he Yiming immediately recognized the difference.

He smiled and said, "brother Bai, you described it very well. One is rational and arrogant, and the other is crazy and not intelligent. It's really good."

Hundred and eight nodded slightly. He suddenly raised his head, looked at the distance and said, "there is a bad news, do you want to hear it?"

He Yiming asked in surprise, "what bad news?"

One hundred and eighty-one said seriously, "the man who just howled seemed to hear my voice, so he ran over."

He Yiming: "......"