Chapter 891 Mountain Fog

Chapter 891 Mountain Fog

fog.

Heavy fog.

The monk suddenly frowned, held up his meager body-protecting energy, and walked in a thick mist.

He has reached the golden elixir realm and is considered a number one figure in the spiritual world.

As someone who has reached the top of the first step, entering this foggy place rashly is like seeing the twinkling of the treasure.

At that time, he was full of enthusiasm, with the goal of success or failure, and was not afraid of life or death.

When he actually came, the direction behind him had already been covered by the fog. No matter how much he ran away, he couldn't find his way back. This was what fulfilled him.

He had completely cut off his own escape route.

"That's okay, that's okay..."

The monk took a deep breath, held the spell, circled the flying sword around his side, and moved forward cautiously.

However, beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.

This heavy fog didn't feel like fog, but rather like an extremely dense evil spirit, which was constantly consuming his body-protecting energy and magic power. However, he didn't have the strength to resist, and he didn't know what to do to avoid it.

I couldn't help but secretly regret.

If he had explored the evil fog in advance and was well prepared for the treasure hunt, he wouldn't be as at a loss as he is now.

"The evil-changing umbrella is useless."

"The Five Elements Immobilization Potion can't resist the evil spirit."

"..."

The monk walked more and more strenuously, and he found that there was no spiritual energy to replenish him in the heavy fog. He was like a lost traveler walking in a desert, about to die of thirst and starvation.

He staggered, leaning forward and about to fall to the ground.

Unexpectedly, a big hand held his body that was about to fall. The dazed monk forced himself to cheer up and took a closer look. The person holding him was a soldier wearing armor.

Standing beside the soldier were two colleagues.

One of them came up and gave him a pill.

With a pill in his stomach, the monk is like drinking from a mountain spring in the hot summer, or entering a warm house in the cold winter, and his already stiff body is completely revived.

The monk hurriedly stood up, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you three fellow Taoists for the rescue. I, Li Xian, accidentally entered this foggy and confusing place."

The leader of the soldiers said calmly: "Since you entered by mistake, please leave."

As he spoke, he made a gesture of invitation, and a long corridor appeared behind him, full of light, without any miasma or heaviness.

As expected, the monks can see the outside world.

At this moment, he didn't know that he had met a local tribesman in this world.

The monk was shocked and looked at the soldier commander in surprise. This soldier commander alone had an aura of intelligence that looked like a golden elixir, which was on par with him.

Moreover, when they walked here, they seemed not to be affected by the evil spirits at all. They could move freely, as if even the evil spirits were under their control.

"Hundreds of tribes in the Eastern Wasteland have never seen such a magical tribe?!"

The monk thought secretly in his heart.

'The evil spirit is lingering, lifeless but possessing spiritual intelligence, much like the Wangchen tribe. However, they not only have physical bodies but also powerful Yin gods. Their spiritual consciousness spread out and enveloped me, firmly locking my body. This is not what the Wangchen tribe can do at all. Those who arrived should be ghost cultivators and ghost tribe. ’

‘Build the foundation and forge the body, and seek survival in death. ’

'But they are lifeless. ’

‘Is it an undead race if it does not have vitality but does not have the defects of the Forgotten Clan? ’

The monk didn't know if his guess was correct.

He has never seen the undead, only heard about them, because he has never walked out of the Eastern Land of the Eastern Wasteland, and has never even seen the style of other major sects.

The most prosperous world he can see is the ancient city, the ancient immortal tower that blends into his daily life.

Compared to the monks in the Ancient Immortal Tower, those wealthy families seemed to be superior, and they would not appear in front of him at all.

Thinking of this, the monk's heart was shocked.

Perhaps this is also a large ethnic group. It is possible that their domain barrier was broken and the territory was absorbed by the Eastern Wilderness, so they also appeared in the Eastern Wilderness.

This kind of thing happens all the time.

Many small caves and sky barriers were broken, forcing them to move to unfamiliar lands.

The monk became more and more sure of his thoughts.

Because the three people in front of them were wearing uniform armor, their auras were deep and solid, and they moved in an orderly manner, not to mention that they were familiar with this heavy fog as if they were immersed in their own garden.

A glimpse of the leopard shows that the strength of this new tribe that has broken down and arrived in the Eastern Wasteland is certainly not weak.

The monk looked at the long corridor in the distance. He should be able to survive if he walked out now, but he didn't come here to survive at all. He was looking for a way to take the second step.

Since it is possible to encounter the new tribe that emerged from Dongtian being absorbed by Donghuang, he may be able to benefit from it.

While he was thinking, the three monks in armor had already walked into the mist.

Without much hesitation, the monk turned around and followed.

I don’t know how long I followed him.

The three soldiers did not chase them away, and he did not dare to approach and talk. He only felt that his footsteps became heavier and heavier, and he could not distinguish the changes of the sun and the moon under the gray sky. He only felt that he had walked for a long time, and finally escaped. All the lights were cast.

When he came to his senses, what came into view was an ancient holy city.

The monk was completely stunned.

He stared blankly at the thick city wall that stretched as far as the eye could see and looked like mountains.

When he arrived here, the fog gradually became lighter.

The monk could roughly see the things in front of him with his own eyesight. Because of this, he was shocked beyond belief.

This ancient holy city is shocking enough, but in the clear sky in the distance, a pillar of black gold and blood reaches the blue sky and falls into the netherworld, like a pillar that has existed since ancient times;

"That is……"

"what?!"

The monk opened his spiritual eyes, and the stinging pain in his eyes made him close his eyes. Then two lines of blood flowed out from the corners of his eyes, and he couldn't even look at them.

The monk screamed strangely, and his spiritual aura couldn't help but burst out, but he just felt the endless fury of God.

Fury turned into thunder.

The arc of electricity had already surrounded his side.

"ah!"

The monk shouted: "My life is at stake!"

His consciousness dimmed and there was no movement.

…

The monk slowly opened his eyes.

The sky was bright and clear, and the rich spiritual energy made people feel comfortable and wanted to stretch their waists. He felt that he must be dead.

Thinking of this, he didn't get up. If it was like this after death, it wouldn't be much different from when he was alive, but from now on he would change from a human to a ghost.

"you're awake!"

"Am I dead?"

Li Xian looked at the monk who appeared in front of him in surprise.

"You're not dead."

"You are already the first person to be thrown out..." The old man counted his fingers and shook his head slightly. Anyway, no matter how many times he was thrown out, one thing is known. The thunder calamity from the sky has not yet been completely gathered. If he expected it to be true, , this stage will last for several decades, perhaps longer.

The kind-hearted old man did not speak. Instead, the middle-aged man on the side directly lifted the monk up and asked fiercely: "Boy, tell me, what did you encounter inside?"

"I……"

The monk was immediately furious. What happened to him...

When the monk felt the clever aura of the middle-aged man in front of him, his legs immediately went weak.

Only then did he realize that he didn't seem to be facing a little monk at all. Just one look from the other party made him feel like he was falling into an ice cave. What kind of strength was this? Even the great Nascent Soul monk couldn't do it, right?

Become a god!

The monk's heart skipped a beat.

He did not hesitate to tell a series of strange things he encountered in the fog world.

"I didn't expect that you could go so far despite your low cultivation level."

The middle-aged man praised the monk, put the monk down, patted the monk on the shoulder and said: "Many Nascent Souls can't see that magnificent holy city, and even if they can, they can't see the sky-holding weapon at all. .”

"Qingtian weapon?"

The monk asked doubtfully.

The old man said with a smile: "My little friend is a blessed person. Fortunately, the treasure has a spirit. I don't want to hurt you. Otherwise, the strong evil spirit alone would be enough to kill you. But this also confirms one thing. , the sky-holding weapon in the misty world is the treasure that was rumored back then."

"Let's go, this place will turn into a whirlpool soon."

The old man greeted the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man said anxiously: "Since the teacher already knows, why don't you take action yet?"

"Take action?"

The old man laughed, looked in the direction of the sky, and met a person's eyes: "It's not the time yet."

After the words fell, the old man and the middle-aged man had disappeared.

Only the monk was left.

The monk stood there, shocked.

He couldn't tell what kind of cultivation the middle-aged man had just now, but judging from how casually he spoke about Yuanying, and his spiritual power that was so powerful that people couldn't look directly at him, he must be in a realm above Yuanying.

Even the big man called the old man 'teacher'.

"Could it be..."

…

"Mr. Da Cang Jian, Jie Yichen."

Yu Baizhong snorted coldly.

He stood in the clouds with his arms crossed and didn't say hello.

He is still angry and resentful.

If Yu Haoxuan hadn't used some unknown means to convince the ancestor, his Yu family would have already controlled this place.

When the time comes for the formation to cover up, and the saint takes action to cover up the leaked spiritual aura, who can compete with their Yu family, and speaking of it, the Qingtian Banner in the fog world originally belongs to their Yu family.

Yu Baizhong's eyes were gloomy.

Yu Haoxuan's move was nothing more than wanting to wait for Meng Zhi's death to let Yu Linglong take charge of the soul flag.

Originally, a top-level Taoist soldier was not something to be afraid of. If he really had to wait for the Zunhun Banner to advance to the holy weapon and refine the saint-level Yinhun Dan, the balance within the Yu family would definitely be completely broken, not to mention what the future holds.

"This is a stupid move."

"The Jie family has sent people here. If the Shangguan family doesn't show up, they might know the inside story. They won't sit back and watch the sacred artifact, the Soul Flag, return to the Yu family."

Yu Baizhong frowned suddenly, Yu Haoxuan's plan was a fool's errand. He let everything go so blatantly, not only could he not hold the Soul Flag safely, but he could easily be snatched away by other monks.

Maybe even Dao Lord will appear on the battlefield by then.

Do you want the ancestor to fight life and death himself?

The more I think about it, the more I feel that I shouldn’t do this.

Yu Baizhong couldn't understand what Yu Haoxuan meant.

His eyes dropped.

Now a city has appeared around the Great Fog Realm, and many treasure hunters and monks who want to take advantage of the opportunity are gathering together like sharks smelling the smell of blood.

Yu Bai pressed the cloud head again and was about to return to the Yu family's station in the small town, but happened to see a group of people entering the city.

"The Holy Land of Heavenly Weapons, Yeyuzi."

"Why is he here too?"

"..."

"Brother Ye Dao, long time no see."

Yeyuzi looked sideways, sneered and said, "Uncle Yang, the Great Weapon Sect."

"What? Are fellow Taoists also interested in this valuable treasure that has been wandering in the City of All Things? When our Holy Land takes back the treasure, we will naturally invite the great masters of the Ancient Sect of the Great Artifact Sect to take a look."

Uncle Yang smiled and said, "Brother Taoist, that's wrong."

"The treasure clearly comes from my Great Weapon Sect."

"Back then, I was involved with members of my Zong Pei clan."

Second update, a little later.