Chapter: 1128
"It's really you, Yuanshi Tianzun, you are a genius in raiding dungeons, from now on you let me go east, I will never go west." A fire master patted his chest and said boldly.
"It's amazing. How did you figure out such a complicated thing in such a short period of time? This is really a god-like wisdom." Jiang Jingwei's eyes sparkled with admiration.
It's not impossible, but the feeling of being flattered by others is really good. Zhang Yuanqing touched Jiang Jingwei's head, and suddenly understood why Fu Qingyang appreciated him.
In fact, as long as you figure out the source of the fog, this level is not difficult, but under normal circumstances, it is difficult to connect the seemingly ordinary fog with the ability of the fog master.
He is particularly sensitive because of his psychological shadow, which is why he is one step ahead of everyone.
God-like wisdom is too exaggerated, isn't it? The surrounding team members put smiles on their faces, and the atmosphere was inexplicably relaxed.
They once again felt the ease of having a master in the team.
Although gathering the wisdom, ability and experience of so many people, if one person dies in five minutes, there is a high probability that they will be able to penetrate the root of the fog and figure out a way to deal with it before the group is wiped out.
But it cost a lot of people to die.
But now, they hardly used their brains, and Yuanshi Tianzun solved the problem. This is the benefit of following the boss to download the dungeon.
Lay to win!
"Four minutes."
Guan Ya reminded everyone.
She has always been so reliable.
The discussion stopped immediately, and the team stopped in place, each of them stiffened, standing still like a wooden sculpture.
Zhang Yuanqing stopped and performed his fugue, his spirit body came out of his body, rolled up a leaf on the ground, and hung in the air.
Time passed by second by second, and five minutes soon came. Zhang Yuanqing (spiritual body), counting the time silently in his heart, popped out the fallen leaves in his hand, and let it fly out in a whirl, stirring up the thick fog like yarn.
"Crack!"
The withered yellow and brittle leaves suddenly fell apart.
At this moment, Zhang Yuanqing saw clearly that a silk thread that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye was hanging down from the crown of the tree, entangled the leaves, and crushed them.
The assailant's method of killing was silk thread? No wonder he was able to decapitate silently. Zhang Yuanqing's spiritual body suddenly rose and floated towards the crown of the tree.
This time, he saw the attacker clearly. It was a spider, the size of a washbasin, with a round belly, eight legs, and red eyes. It was condensed by dense fog. The pattern on its back was twisted and weird. .
It does not cling to the crown of the tree, but climbs in the dense fog. The mist is as thin as a veil, just like the silk net it weaves, and can crawl freely in the fog.
Zhang Yuanqing swelled up his thoughts, and stretched out his hand towards the bewitching spider, trying to catch it with the method of controlling things with the spirit body.
But the moment he touched the spider, his washbasin-sized body suddenly shattered, turning into a mess of mist.
No entity? Zhang Yuanqing frowned, and after looking around, he sank into his spirit body and returned to his physical body.
In the following time, everyone followed the rhythm of walking for four minutes and stopping for one minute, moving forward without any risk.
About half an hour later, the fog that covered the sky and the sun became thinner and thinner. I could already see the shadows of the surrounding trees and the silhouettes of my companions. It seemed that I had stepped out of the thick fog.
After walking for a few more minutes, everyone was completely out of the thick fog. Looking back, behind them was a frozen mist, wrapped around the tree trunks like a veil, and occasionally floated lazily.
A task prompt sounded in Zhang Yuanqing's ear: JrNovels.com
"It's amazing. How did you figure out such a complicated thing in such a short period of time? This is really a god-like wisdom." Jiang Jingwei's eyes sparkled with admiration.
It's not impossible, but the feeling of being flattered by others is really good. Zhang Yuanqing touched Jiang Jingwei's head, and suddenly understood why Fu Qingyang appreciated him.
In fact, as long as you figure out the source of the fog, this level is not difficult, but under normal circumstances, it is difficult to connect the seemingly ordinary fog with the ability of the fog master.
He is particularly sensitive because of his psychological shadow, which is why he is one step ahead of everyone.
God-like wisdom is too exaggerated, isn't it? The surrounding team members put smiles on their faces, and the atmosphere was inexplicably relaxed.
They once again felt the ease of having a master in the team.
Although gathering the wisdom, ability and experience of so many people, if one person dies in five minutes, there is a high probability that they will be able to penetrate the root of the fog and figure out a way to deal with it before the group is wiped out.
But it cost a lot of people to die.
But now, they hardly used their brains, and Yuanshi Tianzun solved the problem. This is the benefit of following the boss to download the dungeon.
Lay to win!
"Four minutes."
Guan Ya reminded everyone.
She has always been so reliable.
The discussion stopped immediately, and the team stopped in place, each of them stiffened, standing still like a wooden sculpture.
Zhang Yuanqing stopped and performed his fugue, his spirit body came out of his body, rolled up a leaf on the ground, and hung in the air.
Time passed by second by second, and five minutes soon came. Zhang Yuanqing (spiritual body), counting the time silently in his heart, popped out the fallen leaves in his hand, and let it fly out in a whirl, stirring up the thick fog like yarn.
"Crack!"
The withered yellow and brittle leaves suddenly fell apart.
At this moment, Zhang Yuanqing saw clearly that a silk thread that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye was hanging down from the crown of the tree, entangled the leaves, and crushed them.
The assailant's method of killing was silk thread? No wonder he was able to decapitate silently. Zhang Yuanqing's spiritual body suddenly rose and floated towards the crown of the tree.
This time, he saw the attacker clearly. It was a spider, the size of a washbasin, with a round belly, eight legs, and red eyes. It was condensed by dense fog. The pattern on its back was twisted and weird. .
It does not cling to the crown of the tree, but climbs in the dense fog. The mist is as thin as a veil, just like the silk net it weaves, and can crawl freely in the fog.
Zhang Yuanqing swelled up his thoughts, and stretched out his hand towards the bewitching spider, trying to catch it with the method of controlling things with the spirit body.
But the moment he touched the spider, his washbasin-sized body suddenly shattered, turning into a mess of mist.
No entity? Zhang Yuanqing frowned, and after looking around, he sank into his spirit body and returned to his physical body.
In the following time, everyone followed the rhythm of walking for four minutes and stopping for one minute, moving forward without any risk.
About half an hour later, the fog that covered the sky and the sun became thinner and thinner. I could already see the shadows of the surrounding trees and the silhouettes of my companions. It seemed that I had stepped out of the thick fog.
After walking for a few more minutes, everyone was completely out of the thick fog. Looking back, behind them was a frozen mist, wrapped around the tree trunks like a veil, and occasionally floated lazily.
A task prompt sounded in Zhang Yuanqing's ear: JrNovels.com
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