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Chapter 141 Using Various Methods to Cross the Foggy Sea, Disguised and Disguised, They Arrive at the Secret Mansion [Part Two]

Before the sea of ​​fog.

The flying boat had already changed hands halfway through its journey and ended up in the hands of Beishan Ming.

He piloted the flying boat, compass in hand, and without pausing for a moment, plunged into it.

Just as the ship was swallowed by the fog, two streaks of light, one red and one white, suddenly appeared.

Hua Guigui unleashed her divine sense and concentrated for a moment.

She pouted with a puzzled look: "Nothing special, it just feels like ordinary fog."

The Dust-Cleansing Boy, who had been following along listlessly, yawned upon hearing this.

"If it were truly recognized as a formation at a glance, no matter how vast the desolate sea is, this place would have been thoroughly looted long ago. Would it still be a chance for Beishan Ming?"

"what?"

Her expression froze, and she glanced at him in surprise. Hua Guigui teased, "Even a blockhead can think so fast?"

After saying this, before the boy could react, she let out a charming laugh and disappeared into the mist.

Shaking his head, Jingchen Tongzi followed closely behind.

A moment later, the magical flying boat arrived.

"I wonder if Jingchen Tongzi noticed me following him all this way?" Tang Hao muttered to himself as he looked at the sea of ​​mist before him.

Transformation-type spiritual treasures are said to be equivalent to Nascent Soul cultivators, but the differences between the two are still extremely large.

Without someone to control it, the transforming magical artifact cannot unleash its full power.

To continue attacking, one can at most display the strength of one major realm below, which is the cultivation level of the Core Formation stage.

As for spiritual sense, although its essence is high, its range of perception is rather unsatisfactory, roughly equivalent to the Core Formation stage.

Therefore, he always kept the distance within a range of several tens of miles.

At this distance, he could just vaguely sense the location of the reward; any further and he would lose contact, any closer and the chances of being discovered would greatly increase.

"Young master, we have adapted and are ready to depart at any time."

As Tang Hao was examining the sea of ​​fog, a clear, melodious voice, full of girlish charm but masculine in tone, rang out beside him.

He paused, then turned his head away.

Then he saw nine young men, each with a distinctive appearance and build, dressed in the armor of the Eastern Ling Kingdom, lined up behind him.

"Greetings, young master!" The nine burly men bowed gracefully.

This scene made Tang Hao shudder involuntarily. He looked around with an expression of unbearable disapproval and asked, "Are you all really ready?"

"Hahahaha!" The nine burly men let out a hearty laugh.

"Really, young master, don't worry."

“We sisters have had a lot of experience with male cultivators before, so we can imitate their words and actions to some extent without giving ourselves away.”

"Yes, yes."

As a soul imprisoned by a magical artifact, the Jade Human Skin Drum was still in the hands of Huanzhu Jiang Yourong.

All nine women were controlled by her and used to seduce the male cultivators she fancied.

It's fair to say I've seen all kinds of men, so finding a suitable one to imitate is a piece of cake.

As they spoke, the nine people's words and expressions changed completely, making it difficult to discern that they were actually women.

"Very good. As long as we pay attention to how we address people, there shouldn't be any flaws." Tang Hao nodded with great satisfaction.

This was naturally one of the preparations he made for this trip.

Once the flesh and blood puppet is formed, its appearance can be adjusted, but it takes a lot of effort and [Blood Spirit Core].

After the nine women advanced to the Foundation Establishment stage, he created replicas of the three original figures.

After that, three more bodies were made every month, and not long ago, they finally made a total of nine.

The rest is easy. He will provide the second-tier [Blood Spirit Core] to enhance their strength, and they can gradually adjust their appearance on their own.

His current strength is roughly equivalent to that of the nine female bodies.

"Yes, Your Highness!" The nine men immediately straightened up, clenched their right fists and placed them on their left chests, giving a military salute to the Dongling Kingdom.

Tang Hao nodded slightly, thought for a moment, and then threw something into the sea.

With a simple hand seal, the flying boat's shape was immediately adjusted.

His face had changed at some point, but his body had returned to its original form.

The next moment, the airship plunged into the sea of ​​fog.

As soon as they entered, the scenery behind them was immediately obscured by the mist, and even their divine sense could no longer probe out.

Li Xu's range of divine sense was also suddenly compressed, only able to extend three to five zhang outside his body.

Fortunately, the ability to sense the system rewards was not affected in the slightest.

When Tang Hao tried to leave the foggy sea, he was surprised to find that not only did he fail to leave, but the positions of the two groups of people he sensed had also changed.

“Interesting. This fog not only has a deceptive effect, but also has the property of teleportation. It is probably not something that ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators can see through. No wonder Beishan Ming has been trapped for more than ten years.”

With a sigh, he didn't bother to identify anything and simply followed the direction he sensed.

"Beishan Ming is a lucky man to have escaped this predicament."

"Indeed, countless people have mistakenly entered the secret realm of the ruined mansion, only to be trapped inside and eventually die of old age when their lifespan was exhausted."

"If he hadn't met His Highness, he might have really soared to great heights once he obtained the treasure."

"Do you really think that guy, whose body and mind have been corrupted by demonic energy, is the one who can fly?"

Upon hearing this, the nine people inevitably engaged in a discussion.

They used to chatter like a flock of sparrows, but now they're quacking and quacking like a flock of ducks.

Tang Hao found it interesting, but also a little uncomfortable, though he felt a bit awkward.

After following his senses for a while, he discovered some patterns.

"This sea of ​​fog should be like a compass, divided into layers, with each layer having a displacement mechanism between them. The fog layer will rotate once every ten breaths or so."

Tang Hao was able to discover the anomaly so quickly only because of the system's sensing capabilities.

If it were someone else who didn't understand formations, they would probably get lost in the fog formation in no time.

"If it's this difficult to get in, it must be even more difficult to get out. Tsk tsk, Beishan Ming's array formation skills are indeed remarkable." He couldn't help but sigh.

The information Yuan Tong gave him mentioned Beishan Mingfu's cultivation of array formations.

His original skill level was already quite good, and after more than ten years of research here, he is probably even more extraordinary now.

Having deciphered a sliver of the mystery of the fog formation, Tang Hao had no intention of changing his strategy. With the lighthouse guiding him, he would just charge ahead and figure out how to get out eventually.

Meanwhile, in another part of the foggy sea, the previously indifferent Flower Ghost was completely baffled.

She sat slumped on the deck, her face full of sorrow, staring blankly at the thick fog outside the ship.

"What kind of hellish formation is this? How am I supposed to get out of here?!" She kicked her legs, put her hands behind her back, tilted her head back, and screamed at the sky.

Jingchen Tongzi looked at her speechlessly and shook his head repeatedly: "You were so confident just now, I thought you were good at formations, but it turns out you know nothing about them. How dare you go in like this?"

"It's fine if you get trapped here to die, but don't drag me down with you." After complaining for a while, he muttered to himself.

"Ugh... This is so annoying!"

Hua Guigui's legs twitched, her chest heaving.

Suddenly, she turned and stared at the young Taoist: "I remember, your true form is a whisk?"

"Hmm, what's wrong?"

Her eyes darted around for a moment, then the little imp clapped her hands and stood up abruptly.

"Jingchen Boy, relinquish some control to me!" She tugged at the boy's sleeve, staring intently at him.

"Control? You want to control me?" Startled, he flung his sleeve away from her pull.

Shaking his head vigorously, the Pure Dust Child repeatedly refused: "This is unacceptable. I am the treasure of the True Lord, how can I allow others to lay a finger on me, especially not a witch like you from the Blood Cult."

'If it were that brat Tang Hao, I might consider it.' His thoughts drifted for a moment, then he quickly pulled them back.

Her small face was turned to one side, her expression extremely serious.

"Sigh... alright then!"

Just as he was thinking about how to refuse the witch's continued pleading, he realized he had no choice.

To everyone's surprise, the other party gave up so easily.

Jingchen Tongzi couldn't help but steal a glance, wondering what she was up to. He saw Hua Guigui gently shaking her head, muttering something with a slight pout.

"I have collected quite a few books on formations, but they are a bit slow to learn. Well, I should be able to understand them in twenty or thirty years." She counted on her fingers.

Then he sighed and said, "It's a pity about this whisk. Without the nurturing of a True Lord, it probably won't last until then. It will reveal its true form and fall into the desolate sea."

"Holy crap! How could I forget about that? I must have been infected by the True Lord's Dao of Sitting in Oblivion." Jingchen Boy was struck dumb, standing there stunned.

'It won't take twenty or thirty years, a year at most, okay? I'm just unlucky. The True Lord promised to nurture me, but he forgot all about it after I returned to the sect.'

Stealing a glance, seeing his dazed expression, Hua Guigui secretly chuckled.

'With my intelligence, how could I possibly fail to exploit your weakness?'

She let out a feigned sigh, then pulled out a book titled "Basic Formations" and pretended to start reading it.

Seeing this, Jingchen Tongzi sighed and gritted his teeth, saying, "I agree to your request."

However, he was still uneasy and hesitated for a moment before asking further questions.

"I am not some magic weapon for breaking formations, so what do you want to do with me?"

"Then don't worry about it, I have my own clever uses for it!" Hua Guigui raised her chin high, looking arrogant.

"Fine!"

Having agreed, Jingchen Tongzi didn't hesitate any longer and immediately relinquished some control.

Hua Guigui called out in a sweet voice and beckoned to the boy.

With red lips, white teeth, a white robe, and silver hair, the young Taoist boy suddenly spun around and transformed into an exquisite whisk.

She couldn't help but stroke the lustrous white wooden handle, inserting her five fingers into the silver dust tail, feeling the soft, supple texture of the fine hairs: "Truly a wonderful treasure."

"This boy is naturally a precious treasure. Stop touching it, it's ticklish." The whisk gently shook, and the voice of the Dust-Cleansing Boy came through.

He chuckled twice.

Hua Guigui channeled her magical power into the whisk.

The dust cloud rose with the wind, transforming into countless silver ropes that stretched into the depths of the sea of ​​mist.

The misty sea shifted and changed from time to time, pulling and twisting these whiskers, but it could not destroy the essence of the magical treasure.

"It itches!" Jingchen Tongzi groaned for a while.

Suddenly, a soft exclamation rang out, and one of the whiskers trembled slightly: "I can sense Beishan Ming and the others."

Upon hearing this, Hua Guigui's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly urged, "Chase after them."

The whisker immediately trembled, contracted sharply, and pulled them along a crooked path.

The target kept changing location, and they kept pursuing it. Although they couldn't catch up with it for a while, they finally found a method that suited them.

After several times, when a single hair on the brush twitches again, no reminder is needed, and the Flower Demon will proceed according to the law.

"Wait! It's not Beishan Ming and the others." Jingchen Tongzi quickly stopped them.

Hua Guigui paused, "No?"

She stared wide-eyed in disbelief: "Could there be other teams here? What a coincidence!"

"So what?" The voice was full of indifference.

Jingchen Boy said, "Although this area is remote and can be described as sparsely populated, the sea of ​​fog covers an area of ​​unknown distance, and some people inevitably wander into this place by mistake."

She thought about it and realized that the other party might have been trapped here for quite some time.

The vast and boundless ocean always harbors some eerie sea areas.

Even high-level cultivators will usually be cautious and avoid seemingly ordinary sea fog or storms.

But there are always people who don't believe in superstitions, no matter where they are.

Ignoring this minor incident, they continued to search for Beishan Ming's location.

"Your Highness, what is that?" Yao Guang's clear voice was instantly trembling with fear as she shrank back nervously.

Just now, the magical flying boat had been moved once.

A thick, long object flashed past, and chaos erupted on the ship.

The other eight were also somewhat wary, but they did not forget their responsibilities.

Nine burly men tightly protected Tang Hao in the middle.

"Could it be some kind of monster?"

"It is said that there are dragons in the sea, and that might have been one just now."

Recalling the misty, vaguely visible, round object, everyone nodded in agreement.

“A dragon? I don’t think so. It’s more like an inanimate object.” Tang Hao also recalled for a moment, but spoke his objection when he saw them turn around to look at him.

He explained, "Whether it's a dragon, a jiao, or a snake, when they move, their bodies are all undulating. Although the speed just now was fast, I saw it clearly; it was as if someone had pulled it away."

"It really is!"

"This must be some kind of treasure, right?"

"Does it look like it's for scouting?"

Someone actually guessed the truth, and Tang Hao also felt that this was more likely.

After waiting a while and seeing that there was no sound in the sea of ​​fog, everyone finally relaxed, and he started the flying boat again.

As time went on, they encountered that thing several more times.

Sometimes, like the first time, it would vanish from their sight; other times, it would emerge from the sea of ​​fog, lying casually before them.

Yao Guang and the others were initially very worried about the first two times, but in the end they became calm and didn't take it seriously anymore.

On the contrary, Tang Hao sensed the locations of the two groups of people.

He glanced at the silver whisk in the ring again, a thoughtful expression on his face.

Just then, in his perception.

Kitayama Mei and the others stopped drifting left and right and began to move rapidly in one direction.

His eyes lit up immediately, and he exclaimed softly, "Let's go out!"

Then, he urged the flying boat on and chased after them at full speed.

"Is this the deserted island where my lord has stayed for twelve years?" Langgan looked down from the air.

The island is quite large, with most of its area covered by trees.

Birds soared in the sky, and the faint roars of wild beasts could be heard from the forest.

Although it is an isolated island in a foggy sea, it is not entirely devoid of life.

But when her gaze fell upon the stark white bones scattered along the island's coastline, a strange tinge appeared on this vitality.

Kitayama Mei looked at the familiar scenery and recalled the bitter struggles he had endured here over the years.

His lips twitched involuntarily: "Yes, if it weren't for my good fortune, I would probably be one of those skeletons by now."

He stared intently at the two intertwined skeletons on the beach, his voice deep and unsettling.

"Let's go! We have important business to attend to."

After regaining his composure, Beishan Ming waved his hand, and the flying boat immediately flew towards the other side of the island.

A moment later, they arrived at the bottom of a cliff.

On the cliff face, there is a cave with a heavy stone door tightly closed.

The group landed in front of the stone gate, and upon gazing at the unfamiliar and ancient characters on it, they couldn't help but swallow hard.

None of the people recognized the origin of these characters.

Langgan looked him over and said, "My lord, you..."

Just then, a whooshing sound came from the air.

A magical flying boat suddenly came to a stop in front of the cliff.

Amidst the clattering sound of the armor plates rubbing together, and under the astonished gazes of Kitayama Miyako and the others.

Nine figures clad in armor leaped out from among them and landed on the ground.

Then, he clenched his right fist and placed it on his left chest, shouting, "Welcome, Your Highness!"

Kitayama Mei blinked as he watched this scene.

A sense of familiarity inexplicably rose in my heart.

(End of this chapter)