Even though Ningxia had already been mentally prepared, she knew that this was a "Hongmen Banquet", and was shocked by this sudden situation.

This game was undoubtedly for counterfeits, but they didn't tell them that they needed their spectators to cooperate. Even those who knew some of the things were scared to the point, let alone others who were kept in the dark?

The Lord Showa has involved such a large range of righteous monks in this situation. Aren’t they afraid of arousing public anger? Their Huyang Sect is not as prosperous as before.

If a large number of disciples left here this time and aroused the anger of the entire righteous path, the Huyang Sect would have to go through a siege and kill.

Therefore, Ningxia's worries and panic are weaker than ordinary disciples. After all, he is a Nascent Soul monk. With the situation of insight into the opportunity, he will definitely make corresponding preparations and will not do those unwise things, otherwise it will be useless.

After so many years of repair.

But rational analysis is one thing, and real experience is another. The situation is huge, mysterious and treacherous, and it can really make people stunned.

In the situation where the environment was completely unrecognizable and dark, Ningxia could not help but feel panic, unable to see anything, and did not know the situation around her body, and she felt that she was not doing well.

This is also a problem faced by all monks who have experienced this scene. Darkness is the most suitable for breeding panic and the best soil for terror, because no one knows what others will do to you in the darkness.

Therefore, the unknown infringement of black gas at this moment has become an optional topic of concern, and everyone is afraid of the unknown in the darkness.

The noise of shattering, the sound of clanging weapons, the sound of stroking clothes, the movement of pushing, the screams, the screams... and some unknown sounds, and the source of the sounds, just guessing the origin, is creepy.

Anyway, when I first heard a painful moan not far away, accompanied by a dull tearing sound, the goose bumps on Ningxia's body never really gotten.

Some people are doing things that cannot be seen by the darkness, and they may have succeeded. Ningxia has reason to believe that if the black air dissipates in a while, more than one corpse is lying on the ground.

Before being completely blinded, Ningxia subconsciously grabbed the corner of Lin Pingzhen's robe, and now she is still holding it in her hand wrinkled. So the person in front of her should be Lin Pingzhen.

However, this situation is most afraid of being a sloppy person. You can't beat him even if you are careless.

"Uncle Lin, is it you? I'm behind you."

"Yes, Xiaoxia, I know it's you, so there's no need to pull such a lot of force, it's going to fall down." Lin Pingzhen's slightly helpless voice came from the front.

I know it was intentional. But just waiting for you, I will know that I have pulled your robe hard, proving that you are myself. It is probably the most terrifying thing to report too much.

"Can you still hold on?" This is the second question that Ningxia is concerned about. What is black gas is still unknown now. If it has attack power, wouldn't it be easy for Lin Ping to hold on until now?

This is not the time to hold on. They are a group and need to cooperate. It is extremely stupid to squeeze out the striker. If they all want to hide, they might have to die together in the end.

Ningxia now needs to know his situation and see if she can help the other party. She deliberately spoke loudly, and wanted to let people nearby hear the relevant conversations and see if they could bring out more information. Information from a group

Nowhere near as widespread as multiple groups of information.

I wonder if Lin Ping really understood that her intention was much louder than usual and responded: "I'm fine, the black air did not hurt me, it just obscured everything around me and could not see anything."

"Uncle Lin, we are here." Someone was inspired and counted spontaneously.

Some nearby sects also communicated loudly as if they had received a secret code, as if this could dispel fear, and they talked about their current situation in a slight manner. With these loud and traceable discussions, they were originally caught in an inexplicable way.

The panicked monks seemed to relieve a lot.

"Uncle Wang, I'm squeezed aside, now..."

"Senior Sister Chang, someone seemed to attack me in the dark just now, but I was defeated..."

"Brother, brother, where are you?"

"…What's going on? How should I get out?"

...

More people extracted the same information from various information. The black fog that was originally afraid seemed unable to penetrate their spiritual barrier, temporarily. Because they could not guarantee whether they would be harmed if they removed the barrier, so they were originally

Those who were on guard were only relaxed a little bit more than before.

Just like this dark background, a dazzling fire suddenly rose from a distance, a real thing.

"...Who threw the fireball? Don't throw it around? It almost hit me." A sharp voice sounded, and the one who complained should be a woman, angry.

"Or it's impossible to see anything? This black gas is really hard to penetrate. Even the fire can't illuminate the small area, even if there is only one corner."

"Hey! It's dark, what are you trying? You're throwing fireballs?! There are many monks everywhere nearby, and there are many low-level monks. If you mess around like this, don't hurt our people."

"...Yes, you have to explore and don't implicate us. Which ignorant family is this? The elders won't take it back and look forward to it!" The monks who were affected by the fireball were extremely dissatisfied.

I was extremely uneasy because I couldn't see it. Now there are fools who come out to make trouble. The more they are getting more and more messy, it also affects them. How can they swallow this?

Of course, there are also some different sounds, as if they were inspired.

"...No, my spiritual lamp is useless at all, and it doesn't light up. I obviously injected a lot of spiritual power into it."

"Don't your light is just broken, right? Didn't the fire-type magic just now work? Although it still couldn't illuminate the surrounding environment, we can see it clearly, and there is light."

"No, it seems that the light formed by spiritual power is useful. I can condense a little light with my fingertips, but I still cannot illuminate it."

"Yes, my magic weapon can shine, it doesn't seem to work."

Well, I got another new information, and ordinary light could not penetrate the inexplicable black gas at all.

Intelligence is useful intelligence. However, it is bad news... What can we do? Wouldn't they be able to escape?

Moreover, the group of people with the highest cultivation level in this game have no hope. This black gas may be a part of their layout. If so, they will not come forward to rescue them.
Chapter completed!