Chapter 219: Mana Patterns

"The monster in the fog is most likely some kind of mechanical puppet."

"I heard that mechanical puppets are extremely sensitive to the fluctuations of the cultivator's mana, so it's best to gather the fluctuations before approaching the fog." Huiguang said in the distance.

Cao Rui glanced at Huiguang. This guy knew his next steps, and he spoke out in advance, which was suspected of being pretentious.

Is he worried that he would use the prestige of breaking the magic circle to divide his authority as a 'leader'?

Yes, once Gu Qingying of Yunshui Sect left.

Huiguang naturally became the backbone of the remaining seven people. As for Zhang Heng, the old Taoist, he was good at talking, and he was asked to take charge of the overall situation, but he didn't have the ability yet.

Cao Rui used the hidden state and breath concealing technique to gather his own mana, and the fluctuations of the foundation-building period disappeared in front of everyone.

This surprised everyone. Zhang Heng was about to ask, but when he saw Cao Rui's next move, he stopped his mouth.

After Cao Rui gathered his magic power, he did not use the magic of controlling objects, but stretched out his hand and probed into the fog with a torch.

As soon as the torch approached the fog, a miracle happened. The originally invisible fog seemed to be penetrated by the light of the torch, and the area within one meter around the torch became visible to the naked eye.

Cao Rui saw the flesh and blood on the ground, which belonged to the seriously injured monster in the hall.

A huge eyeball was falling to the ground, staring straight at Cao Rui.

However, there was no trace of the fog monster with gray arms.

After taking a slight breath, Cao Rui stepped into the fog with a torch in his hand. Zhang Heng looked at the strange fog and hesitated in his heart, but he still gritted his teeth and followed.

After seeing the two people enter the fog, Huiguang turned to the others and said, "Everyone hide your magic power and follow." Everyone nodded, and then walked towards the fog carefully.

Seven monks, led by Cao Rui, followed and moved forward together to the unknown front of the fog.

An abbot named Zhihong of Miaoyin Temple held another torch and covered the rear.

The torch had a limited coverage area.

The seven people had to squeeze together, otherwise once they left the range of the torch, their vision would be covered by the fog again.

The fog could not be distinguished by the naked eye, and the spiritual consciousness could not penetrate it. No one knew where it came from.

The seven people were extremely nervous. Since becoming monks, they had not felt this way for a long time.

The most important thing was that the magic power was restrained, and the spiritual consciousness was ineffective, and they looked no different from ordinary people.

Cao Rui's eyes were fixed on the front of the torch.

He tried to move the torch forward so that he could react as quickly as possible when encountering a fog monster.

"Huh?"

Cao Rui suddenly stopped, and the whole team stopped.

No one spoke tacitly, but everyone's eyes looked in front of Cao Rui.

A gray shadow about three meters high was floating in the air for several centimeters, floating towards Cao Rui.

It was like a puppet that had not been awakened yet, wandering unconsciously.

Cao Rui made a prompt decision and turned to the right.

The others followed quickly.

Cao Rui looked back, and the gray puppet seemed not to see Cao Rui and the others, and continued to float slowly in the original direction.

"Just now, it was almost close to the range of half a meter, but the puppet showed no signs of starting." Cao Rui frowned slightly, thinking secretly in his heart.

"It seems that it is indeed necessary to restrain the magic power to avoid the attention of the puppet and keep it in a dormant state." Cao Rui slowly came to a conclusion in his heart.

At this moment, a sound of sucking in cold air came from behind, which made Cao Rui's heart jump. He did not dare to use his spiritual sense easily, for fear of alerting the puppet, so he could only turn around quickly.

Zhihong, who was responsible for the rear, was holding a torch, and behind him, a puppet was constantly floating.

"Hurry up!" Zhihong said to Cao Rui anxiously using lip language. His body is not as strong as the monsters. If these gray puppets attack, he will not be able to bear it.

Cao Rui frowned secretly. If there are such mechanical puppets everywhere in the fog, it will be very difficult for the seven of them to gather together and act, and it will be easier to be targeted by the mechanical puppets.

Thinking of this, he decided to change his strategy.

The seven people were divided into two groups, so that they could act more flexibly and find the real exit in the fog.

Cao Rui's eyes met Huiguang, who clasped his hands together and nodded slightly, obviously thinking the same thing as Cao Rui.

The next moment, Huiguang reached out to Zhihong's torch, took the two monks to choose a direction and walked away.

Soon the figures of the three were swallowed by the fog and disappeared from the sight of Cao Rui and the other two.

"Why did they suddenly choose to part ways with us?" Tan Hongmei's eyes fell on Cao Rui.

"Hurry up, there are puppets following behind." Zhang Heng, who became the last one at this time, said nervously.

Cao Rui ignored Zhang Heng, but turned around and came to Zhang Heng's position, opened the torch, illuminated the gray fog, and looked carefully behind.

After waiting for a while, as Cao Rui thought, the puppet mechanism did not appear.

Imagine the puppet as the mana injected by the cultivator, it should have reached the end of that mana line and started to return...

"I understand." Cao Rui said softly.

Zhang Heng, Shi Shatian, and Tan Hongmei all looked at Cao Rui with inexplicable strange eyes.

"What do you understand, Yu boy?" Zhang Heng said in a low voice again.

"Just follow me, but don't talk for now. I don't know what the lower limit of this puppet's perception of sound is. Also, no matter how close the magic power is, don't use it."

After Cao Rui finished speaking, he actually closed his eyes slightly, thought for a moment in his mind, constructed a magic array pattern of level 0 [Mist], and confirmed his location.

Thanks to Cao Rui's previous engraving of eight level 2 [Mist] on the wooden sword when he refined the magic sword.

The basis of the level 2 [Mist] is level 0 [Mist], and there is a commonality, Cao Rui's memory was quickly awakened.

Being in this fog, plus the puppet mechanism appeared on time, the road section, Cao Rui suddenly found that this is not a magic array rune in circulation.

One puppet after another is the magic power pattern that wanders in this magic array rune.

After the monk inputs the mana into this magic array, it will run in the eighty-one mana patterns, which can be regarded as a mana rune in a microscopic state.

Those who have not mastered the 0th level [Mist] will never think of this.

If nothing unexpected happens, there are a total of 81 puppets in the mist here.

It is very difficult to force your way in.

Gu Qingying, Elder Bai and the four monsters may all have a hard time.

"It's coming."

"It's about this ratio of distance..."

Cao Rui took a few steps to the left, and Zhang Heng and others quickly followed.

The next moment, four puppets floated past the four people closely. Although they were only half a meter apart, they turned around and floated away at the key position. All of them were in a dormant state and not activated.

Zhang Heng and the other two looked at Cao Rui with a different look. The calculation was so accurate. It seemed that Cao Rui really understood something.

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