Eternal Sacred King Chapter 60: Break the fog

　　 After a long time, the two sides fight in one round.

　　The defeated old man waved his hand, feeling dispirited, and muttered: "Today I am unhappy, let you have a game and fight tomorrow."

　　 The old man walked back to the village leisurely with his hands on his back.

　　 The remaining old man has ruddy cheeks and vigorous cheeks. While tidying up the chessboard, he looked up at Su Zimo and said with a smile: "There are not many young people like you with a calm temper. Let's go and follow me into the village. ."

　　 "Thank you, old man."

　　 Su Zimo smiled, thanked him, and followed the old man into the village.

　　 The villagers in the past just glanced at Su Zimo and then stopped looking.

　　 "There are no extra rooms, young man, are you okay with the wood room?" the old man asked.

　　 "It's okay." Su Zimo responded with a smile.

　　 Just at night, most of the people in the village have not yet rested. The old people who have had dinner are walking around the village with a leisurely attitude.

　　 simple, simple and peaceful.

　　 This is like a paradise, there is no fighting, no fighting, but everyone’s face has a happy and content smile.

　　 Su Zimo sat at the door of the firewood room, watching this scene quietly, letting go of his mind, thinking of nothing in his mind, and the exhaustion on the way seemed to be relieved a lot.

　　 The night is getting darker, the moon is bright and the stars are thin.

　　 The old people, women, and men have all gone back to their houses to rest. In the village, only some energetic children are still fighting and refuse to go home to sleep.

　　 Su Zimo stood up, returned to the wood house, closed the door and was about to rest.

　　 At this moment, a childish voice came from the village, crisp and sweet.

　　"Where to find the fairy trail, look at the misty peak, only in this mountain, the clouds do not know where."

　　 "Huh?"

　　 Su Zimo's heart moved, Huo Ran turned around, pushed the door out, and followed the prestige.

　　 Not far away, a seven- or eight-year-old child with a smile on his face was walking towards this side.

　　 Su Zimo groaned for a while, walked up face to face, squatted down, and asked with a smile: "My child, who did you listen to that sentence just now?"

　　 "Who said that?"

　　 The child turned his head to the side, blinking Shu Lingling’s big eyes, seemingly confused, and said, "I don’t know, but we will all say it."

　　 "Is it just a simple nursery rhyme?" Su Zimo thoughtfully.

　　 "Big brother, are you asking for immortality?" The boy asked again.

　　 "Yes." Su Zimo nodded and asked with a smile: "How do you know?"

　　 There was a sly in the eyes of the child, and he stuck out his tongue, and said, "There are people like you every year, but most of them don’t see fairies, hehe."

　　"How can I see it?" Su Zimo raised his interest, and wanted to tease the child.

　　 "I don't know either." The child pouted and shook his head.

　　 Su Zimo smiled, just about to get up and leave, a flash of light suddenly flashed in his mind. He looked at the child and asked: "Where to find the fairy trail, look at the misty peak, but the misty peak is shrouded in fog, why To see it?"

　　 "It's not easy."

　　 The child raised his chin triumphantly, and said: "After some time, the fog will be lighter. Standing here, you can vaguely see a section of the mountain. But there are only three days, and if you miss it, you won’t be able to see it. ."

　　 Su Zimo was overjoyed.

　　 As long as you can see the Miaofeng Peak and walk straight forward in the direction of the Miaofeng Peak, you will definitely be able to walk to the foot of the mountain.

　　Su Zimo certainly doesn't think that it is as simple as passing through the mist if you want to worship the Misty Peak, but this is the premise.

　　Su Zimo stayed in this village for seven days.

　　 On the seventh day, the fog gradually faded, and a towering mountain peak was looming in the distant clouds.

　　 Su Zimo bid farewell to everyone in the village and stepped into the mist again.

　　In the mist, all senses are reduced to the limit, and the sense of direction is blurred. Su Zimo feels like he is turning east or west, and sometimes even seems to be turning back.

　　 As the fog fades, even if you are in the fog, you can see the location of the distant mountain.

　　 Regardless of Su Zimo, he tried his best to ignore the illusion caused by the senses, and just walked forward along the mountain peak.

　　 suddenly!

　　 There was a rustling sound from the depths of the mist, strange and terrifying, like the sound of a spirit beast walking and stepping on the grass.

　　 is getting closer and closer!

　　 A faint smell drifted over.

　　 "Huh?"

　　 Su Zimo narrowed his eyes, stopped, and looked in the direction of the sound.

　　 waited for a long time, but no spirit beast appeared.

　　 This feeling is very strange.

　　 Spiritually, Su Zimo didn't feel the danger.

　　 But in that direction, the voice and breath of the spirit beast did come. Su Zimo had lived in the Canglang Mountain Range for a year. This taste is too familiar and can't be wrong.

　　 "Weird."

　　 Su Zimo whispered and continued to move forward.

　　 "Roar!"

　　 Not long after, a tiger roar suddenly came from the front, deafening and full of breath. It can be seen that this spirit beast is powerful, and may even be of the level of a spirit monster!

　　 Su Zimo frowned.

　　 Logically speaking, with a powerful spirit beast or spirit demon appearing in front of him, Su Zimo should have been aware of the danger by virtue of his spiritual sense.

　　 But the strange thing is that there is no spiritual response, but in the five senses, he has repeatedly noticed danger.

　　In this case, there are only two possibilities.

The thick fog surrounding 　　 can either hide Su Zimo’s spiritual sense, or it confuses his five senses.

　　The answer is obvious~IndoMTL.com~These methods are nothing more than to scare away some people who want to cultivate immortals and ask questions, but are not strong-willed.

　　What kind of tiger roar, what blood is nothing but a trick to deceive people.

　　 Wanting to understand the meaning of the fog, Su Zimo smiled, ignoring all kinds of movement around him, and walked toward the depths of the fog.

　　 Anyway, the fog can confuse a person’s five senses, and these methods are smart enough.

　　 If it weren't for Su Zimo's spiritual consciousness, he would definitely be frightened and cautious when he walked on this road.

　　 Su Zimo gradually quickened his pace, before long, he rushed out of the mist, and his eyes suddenly opened up.

　　 At a glance, the vegetation is rich, lush, green water surrounds the mountains, and it is full of vitality, as if you are in a fairyland.

　　 Not far away, there is a stone gate.

　　 Behind the stone gate, is a mountain road paved with bluestone, twists and turns, leading to a dark and foggy place.

　　 On both sides of Shimen, there are two young Taoists, one fat and one thin, with red lips and white teeth.

　　 After seeing Su Zimo, the fat Dao Tong smiled and nodded, and said: "The son is the first. Please wait here. After three days, he will open the mountain and accept the disciples."

　　 Su Zimo was not in a hurry, waiting quietly on the side.

　　 There are people coming out of the fog constantly, most of them are mortals who haven't practiced. Their faces are pale and sweat is on their foreheads. It can be seen that they have come along this way and are quite frightened.

　　 There was also a gas trainer driving a flying sword out of the fog, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Shimen.

　　 The gazes of some Qi practitioners swept across Su Zimo's body, and they didn't notice the fluctuations in spiritual energy, and their expressions were a little slow.

　　 There were a few qi-trainers who saw Su Zimo's dress up with a bow and a knife.

　　All beings are in various forms.

　　Three days are fleeting.