Chapter 158 Green Bull
Lin Mu left the Lake of Fog and looked around at a loss.
The world of Tianxiao is vast and vast, with numerous sects and countless cities.
Although he now knows that he is in the Lake of Mist, he has no idea what is around the Lake of Mist, what sects there are, and whether there is a market nearby.
Here he is a complete novice.
Lin Mu sighed secretly and randomly chose a direction to fly forward.
The only solution for now depends on luck.
If you meet other practitioners on the road, you might be able to ask them.
Lin Mu's figure was like a rainbow, passing through the sky and disappearing in a flash.
After a while, Lin Mu's face became increasingly suspicious.
He flew three hundred miles in a row, and he didn't meet a single mortal, let alone a cultivator.
Within these three hundred miles, there is no human habitation and it is completely deserted.
In many places, there is endless gravel, no grass growing, and barren land.
Lin Mu was surprised for a while, suppressed his doubts, and continued to fly forward.
After flying for another three hundred miles, less than half of his spiritual energy was used up, and the scene was still desolate.
Lin Mu couldn't hold it back anymore, and various thoughts flashed through his mind.
Is it because I am unlucky, or is this place too remote?
There is no human habitation within a radius of 600 miles. This is really unreasonable.
Lin Mu flew forward again with doubts.
He believed that if he flew along this straight line, he would definitely be able to meet others.
It's just a matter of time.
After flying for another three hundred miles, the scene in front of me finally changed.
There is a vast expanse of white ahead, and the fog is thick. Everything is hidden in the fog and cannot be seen clearly.
It’s white fog again!
Lin Mu was even more confused. He suddenly activated his spiritual power, the light of his cloud-stepping boots flashed, and he quickly flew towards the white mist.
His body was like lightning, and he plunged into the fog.
This is a forest of unknown size, but the deeper you go, the thicker the white mist becomes.
At first, he could still clearly see things ten feet in front of him, but after flying five miles inward, he could only see clearly things three feet in front of him.
This white mist is ten times thicker than the Lake of Mist!
This is where? Lin Mu felt surprised.
Suddenly!
The white mist ahead surged and changed violently.
There were bursts of shouts, and occasionally a flash of sword light passed by in an instant.
"Don't let it get away, catch it!"
"You guys cover up from the left!"
There were bursts of shouts and sword aura, getting closer and closer to where Lin Mu was.
Someone!
Lin Mu's face was filled with joy, and then he was shocked.
Someone is fighting!
Lin Mu felt hesitant in his heart. He didn't know whether to avoid it for the time being or to take the initiative to meet him. He didn't know what the opponent's strength was. But seeing the flashing light of the sword and its unparalleled killing intent, it was not difficult to guess that the opponent was no less powerful than him. Moreover, there is more than one person!
When Lin Mu was undecided, white mist surged violently in front of him, and a green bull suddenly ran out of the mist.
Qingniu was covered in sweat, and hot air was constantly spraying out from the corners of his mouth. A wound on his back was so deep that his bones were visible, and blood was flowing freely.
The shouting and shouting from behind got closer and closer.
These people must be chasing this green bull! Lin Mu suddenly felt enlightened.
He hurriedly looked towards Qingniu.
The green bull was running with its head down, panicking and not choosing its path.
But when it suddenly raised its head, it saw Lin Mu flying in mid-air.
Chi!
Its four hooves stopped immediately, stopped in place, and suddenly stood still.
White mist billows, and there are bursts of killing sounds.
Lin Mu and Qing Niu looked at each other, feeling an inexplicable pain in their hearts.
This green cow is crying!
It stood quietly on the spot, looking at Lin Mu, two lines of tears slowly flowing down the corners of its eyes, and the two dried marks on the cow's face became moist again.
It stared at Lin Mu steadily, its eyes full of begging.
Do cows cry?
Lin Mu was surprised. He found that he could actually understand the eyes of this green bull.
He was absolutely sure that the look in Qingniu's eyes was definitely pleading.
And longing!
He has had such a desire before.
The sound of killing was getting closer, and the situation was extremely critical, and Lin Mu couldn't even think about it.
Lin Mu gritted his teeth and made a decision that surprised him.
With a movement of his consciousness, he immediately took the green bull into the rotating moon space.
The green cow suddenly disappeared, leaving only a pool of blood on the ground.
A ray of sword light suddenly flew over and brushed the corner of Lin Mu's clothes.
Lin Mu was suddenly startled. To be on the safe side, he suddenly thought and disappeared from the spot.
Several figures flew out of the fog, sword light flashed, and several towering ancient trees split into two and fell to both sides.
"Hey, where's that cow?" one person asked in surprise.
Three figures flew out from behind and stopped where the green bull had just disappeared.
"There is a pool of blood here!" One person with sharp eyes said to the other three.
"It shouldn't be able to run far. It has been seriously injured and is bleeding. The blood is very thick. It must have stayed here for a short time just now." One person saw the clues, and his guess was almost the same as the truth.
"Then let's chase it quickly and look around. It can't run far." Another person said.
The four figures disappeared quickly.
The white mist surged and rolled for a moment, then calmness returned.
There was only a pool of black blood left on the spot, and nothing else was left.
In the rotating moon space.
Qingniu stood quietly in front of the hut, looking at Lin Mu with gratitude in his eyes.
What a spiritual green cow!
Lin Mu looked at the green cow with a smile, his eyes full of kindness.
One man and one cow stood there, seemingly communicating silently.
Snapped!
Another large drop of blood fell on the ground, and the blood spread like a flower blooming.
Lin Mu suddenly woke up and looked at Qing Niu's wound, his eyes flashing.
This was a sword wound, cut down from Qingniu's back, half a foot deep, with flesh and blood rolling inside, and thick white bones exposed.
What a serious injury!
Lin Mu quickly found several first-grade spiritual herbs from the hut, took out a bowl, and after mashing them, applied the crushed spiritual herbs to Qing Niu's wound, then tore off a long sleeve and wrapped the wound.
Although these spiritual herbs are of the first grade, they have miraculous effects in stopping bleeding.
The blood from Qingniu's wound was stopped and no longer flowed outward.
During Lin Mu's bandaging process, Qing Niu remained motionless and stood quietly on the spot.
Lin Mu himself was surprised to save this green cow inexplicably.
But he is still confused now, what happened?
He quickly glanced at Qingniu and said softly: "You can rest here to recover. They can't find this place. I'll go out and check the situation."
Regardless of whether Qingniu understood it or not, his consciousness suddenly disappeared from the place.
Appearing in the white mist, Lin Mu listened carefully, but could no longer hear anything.
There was silence all around, and the white mist was calm.
The four people never appeared again, and it is unknown where they went after them.
Since this place is already populated, I guess there must be more than just the four of them.
Lin Mu's mind suddenly moved, he took out his cloud-stepping boots and flew forward.
Less than two miles into the flight, he suddenly stopped.
A burst of conversation came from the front.
Although he was separated by more than ten feet, his consciousness was sharp and he still noticed it in advance.
"Fenghou, how's the harvest?" came a rough voice, filled with pride.
"Forget it, I haven't hit a single monster in half a month. I encountered a level three blue-eyed leopard on the way and almost died. My flying sword was also destroyed by the leopard, which is really depressing." Feng Hou sighed. .
The rough voice laughed and said: "It's good for people to live. In this misty forest, monsters and beasts are rampant. Either people kill monsters, or monsters eat people. This is a common thing. You should be happy that you can survive."
Feng Hou sighed: "It's a pity that I have a middle-grade flying sword. I killed demons for half a year before I could collect enough spirit stones to buy that flying sword. I thought that with my increased strength, I would have a big harvest, but I didn't expect that as soon as I entered the forest, It was really unlucky to meet that jade-eyed leopard less than seven days after the attack." He was still brooding over the destruction of his flying sword.
When Lin Mu heard this, he suddenly realized.
Misty forest!
It turns out this is the misty forest!
He had heard of the Misty Forest before and had a little understanding of the Misty Forest.
Mu Qing and Zhang Ruoxu came to this misty forest to hunt monsters. Before leaving, Zhang Ruoxu even prepared to kill people and seize the treasure, and take action against himself.
Lin Mu has not forgotten these things at all.
He didn't expect that he would accidentally walk into the misty forest.
What's even more incredible is that he also saved a green cow.
Since there is someone here, why don't I go up and ask?
Lin Mu made up his mind, walked out of the fog, and said with a smile: "It's just a middle-grade flying sword, why should you be so worried about it."
who?
The two people talking were suddenly shocked.
Both of them were already cultivators in the foundation building stage, but they didn't notice anyone around.
This is a misty forest, with dangers at every step, murderous intent everywhere, killing people and seizing treasures is commonplace.
If you are not careful, you will either die in the belly of a monster or die under the sword of others.
The two of them were on full alert and looked into the fog.
The white mist billowed, and Lin Mu walked out of the mist and came to the two of them.
When the two of them saw Lin Mu, they could see at a glance that Lin Mu was in the early stage of foundation building just like them. Both of them felt relieved, but they did not let down their guard.
The rough, outspoken man asked, "Who are you? Why are you eavesdropping on the two of us talking here?"
Lin Mu had a smile on his face: "I'm Lin Mu. I was passing by and overheard the conversation between the two of you. I apologize for any offense I caused. May I ask your names?"
Seeing that Lin Mu was humble and polite, the two of them secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If this man could appear beside them without anyone noticing, his cultivation level must not be weak.
At least better than both of them!
Feng Hou replied: "I am Feng Hou, and this is my friend Ma Hong. What can I do for you?"
Lin Mu smiled and said: "I am here for the first time, and many things are not clear to me. I would like to ask you two for advice. Is it convenient?"
Feng Hou and Ma Hong looked at each other, and both of them felt confused.
If this person really didn't know much about this place, why did he dare to rush into this misty forest?
Lin Mu saw suspicion on both of their faces, fearing that they didn't believe what he said.
He hurriedly said: "This is really my first time here, please believe me. I have a Biyun Sword here, which is a middle-grade flying sword. If you can tell me the details, this flying sword will be given to you. ." He was afraid that Fenghou still wouldn't believe it, so he thrust the Biyun Sword into Fenghou's hand.
Feng Hou took the flying sword and froze on the spot.
Biyun Sword? A mid-grade flying sword? Give it to me?
He pinched his thigh fiercely and felt a burst of pain. Only then did he realize that he was not dreaming.
But he still couldn't believe that he could own this mid-grade Biyun Sword just by answering a few questions.
This was a mid-grade flying sword, costing three to five hundred low-grade spiritual stones at worst. It took him half a year to buy one.
But this man didn't care about giving it to him, as if he didn't care at all.
Could it be a lie? !