The fog is not known where it was born and where it comes from, and it has been shrouded in all directions since eternity.
If the mist that devours all life is regarded as a vast sea, then the shelter opened by the strong will be isolated islands surrounded by infinite sea water, shaking under the striking waves.
The creatures enter the fog, just like a land duck diving, and may "suffocate" and die at any time. They need to fight the erosion of the fog at all times. This is just the most basic danger. In the boundless fog, there are still many terrifying non-living bodies, which regard all life.
Be an enemy.
Wow—
Bang! Bang bang!!
The scarlet fog surged violently, with strange howling and trembling, as if a giant was stepping on it, causing a strange phenomenon of earth to sing.
"Stop!"
The old man with white eyebrows opened his eyes slightly, raised his hand to shout, and then walked into the void, his hair and beard were not blown by the wind, and his majestic momentum soared into the sky.
The city slaves were forced to retreat continuously by the wind, but could not leave the hollow of the hemisphere. They could only grit their teeth and fall to the ground, and inserted their legs deeply into the soil.
Finally here?
A collision between extraordinary things!
Yan Xing's eyes were shiny, and the cunning turtle hugged behind the strong men, poked his head out, staring at the depths of the fog.
"Elder Xuekong?"
"Young Master Ninth, don't worry, you're just a weird general level. Although it's a difficult energy body, your strength is only just touching the third level. I can kill you!"
Non-living bodies are endless in the fog, and their forms are varied. According to the degree of danger they possess, ancient powerful people have generally divided them.
Angwu—
With so many lives gathered together, the breath that was scattered was simply a lighthouse in the fog. The unknown giant object rushed out of the hollow in a few moments.
The fog was torn apart by two blue and transparent big hands, and a head full of eyeballs stretched in, staring at everyone coldly without any emotional fluctuations.
Crack!!
Life and the fog are not living organisms, and there is no possibility of communication at all. No, they have no conscious thinking, so how can they communicate? The only thing is to follow the instinct and carry out endless slaughter of any creature that step into the fog.
.
Yan Xing's pupils shrank sharply. When he looked down, he saw that the fuzz on his skin was standing up, and even his shoulder-length hair stood up one by one.
electromagnetic!?
Before I could think, I quickly pulled out a leg from the soil and formed a golden rooster stand-alone shape.
boom!!
The azure blue thunder shot out from the monster's eyes, dense and endless, all about a slight thicker than the other. A burnt smell suddenly spread in the air.
Elder Xuekong stood under the sea of thunder, floating like an immortal, like an immortal who had passed through the tribulation. There was a crystal light gushing in his slightly narrowed eyes.
"Hmph, overestimate one's own abilities."
Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand and pushed it out. A transparent crystal suddenly expanded from the palm of his palm and instantly spread into the fog. He didn't know how wide he was, and faced the thunder bombardment and protected everyone.
"Extreme Cold·Refraction of Spiritual Realm!"
Squirt!
Thunder bombarded the crystal surface, as if throwing a stone into the sea, only causing some ripples, and then all of them were swallowed up.
This magical scene made Yan Xing stunned. The first reaction that flashed through his mind was to look in the mirror!?
All the azure thunder in reality disappeared and turned into images in the mirror.
Elder Xuekong's eyes were slightly cold, and he immediately clenched his palm into a fist.
Click!
The huge crystal mirror burst, reflecting the thunder that turned into reality. There was a strange cold air on it, and it shot backwards, bombarding the "Mong-eyed Monster".
Roar roar roar!
After receiving this attack, although the monster was an illusory energy body, it was covered with a layer of frost on its surface, and its figure was frozen in place, as if it was frozen.
Elder Xuekong was in power and took the initiative to mercy. He took a step forward and disappeared strangely. The next moment, he actually walked out of a piece of ice crystal fragment floating in the sky, and then came to the "eyed monster", stretched out a finger, and inserted it into the other party.
In the unmovable body.
"Extreme Cold·Ice Relief!!"
Bang--
With a muffled sound, the monster as high as a hundred feet disintegrated and turned into crystal ice chips, flying and falling.
Yan Xing felt a little dry and couldn't help but lick his lips. After eating some ice chips, it was cold. Well, it was indeed water after melting.
With such a method, no wonder those silver armor guards call them immortal chiefs. This is already an immortal spell?
"Huh? Good luck."
Elder Xuekong Yun Danfengqing's face suddenly moved slightly, raised his hand and waved it, holding something from the ice chips all over the sky. It was a piece of azure blue glass fragment with thunder jumping continuously.
"Young Master Nine is a fire of the zodiac sign. Unfortunately, although it is of a rare level, its integrity is only two rings."
"oh."
The sound in the chariot was very dull, and it was obvious that he looked down on this "garbage" fire. The Ninth Master of the Holy Palace was born with a noble birth and naturally had a high vision.
Elder Xuekong shook his head slightly, not caring, he turned his hand to put away the glass fragments and walked down the void.
"Come on, that thing should be about to mature."
"I understand." Elder Xuekong nodded slightly and speeded up. Many city slaves looked panicked and hurriedly followed, fearing that they would fall outside the hollow of the hemisphere.
"Young Master Nine, if that rare fire seed is perfectly mature, it is likely to reach the level of the Eighth Ring Road. This is also a treasure that is difficult to find in the history of the Holy Palace!"
"If you can use this spark to open up the vitality field, maybe you will be the position of the future palace lord..."
"Elder, be careful!"
The voice in the chariot became a little heavier for the first time. Elder Xuekong smiled slightly when he heard this, and a look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes. He bet on Young Master Ninth, and he valued not only his talent, but his personality sometimes became more important.
"Haha, I'm confused."
The foot strength of the Holy Palace and his party naturally far exceeded that of those city slaves. They still had the energy to chat while rushing, and even deliberately slowed down in order to keep up with the pace.
"The fire is the key to the extraordinary road. Naturally, the stronger the better. The rare fire is indeed very great for our holy palace, but my father once said that among those supreme holy places, there is a Son of God.
The peerless fire opens up the force field..."
"Even, the legendary unparalleled one!!"
"I am not qualified to be proud and complacent than them..."
I don’t know if it was to alleviate the embarrassment, but Young Master Jiu took the initiative to change the topic and talked to Elder Xuekong. His voice was soft, but it spread throughout the hole in the hemisphere.
The Holy Palace and his party talked about the secrets of various deeds, but did not avoid the city slaves. Perhaps, in their eyes, this was just a group of dead people.
The speaker has no intention, and the listener has his heart.
Yan Xing, who was mixed in the crowd, his eyes flashed and his ears were pricked up, without missing a word. He was curious about everything about extraordinary things.
Fire, also known as the source of Tao, the foundation of Tao, the divine gate, the extraordinary seed, the heart of life... All kinds of names actually refer to a type of things, which is the necessity to open up a field of vitality, expel the mortal body, and enter the extraordinary.
Something.
The fire is complex and has endless power. According to the strength of the zodiac, it is divided into five levels from high to low: unparalleled, peerless, rare, rare, and ordinary.
According to its completeness, it is divided into one to nine rings and ten rings that only exist in the legend!
Yan Xing felt his mind rippling when he heard this, until another strange appeared, which interrupted his reverie.
The non-living body in the fog, even the weakest existence, is not something that they, like the city slaves, can naturally be defeated by Elder Xuekong.
The group of people has really big goals. Along the way, the intermittent battle has never stopped. Fortunately, Elder Xuekong is strong enough to destroy it with all his hands. Although his power is depleted, he drank a bottle of golden mysterious liquid.
After that, he immediately became energetic.
"Young Master Nine, we are here!"
When many city slaves were about to be driven crazy by the silence of oppression, the Holy Palace finally stopped, and Yan Xing quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
He could not bear it any longer. If he hadn't been using secret techniques to stimulate acupoints to force himself, with his thin body, he would have been abandoned by the large army long ago.
Bang!!
As the chariot landed, the gauze was lifted by a pale and slender palm. The Ninth Master stepped out, wearing a golden mask decorated with blood jade on his face, and his long hair was as red as flames.
Yan Xing narrowed his eyes slightly. The Ninth Young Master was thin. If he hadn't had his breasts were mediocre, he would have thought he would be a woman.
"Elder Xuekong, I'll trouble you next."
"Young Master Ninth is so serious."
Elder Xuekong shook his head slightly, his expression became solemn, and his eyes were as concentrated as lightning.
boom--
The invisible force that repels the fog suddenly surged several times, and the hemisphere hole quickly expanded outward, pushing the scarlet fog away until it wrapped a strange flower in it.
The earth under the fog is generally pitch black, or dark red, gray and white, while the land with a hundred feet of flowers growing in the radiant flowers is dark green like jade.
It looks like a whole piece of top jade inlaid on the earth, with strange flowers growing in the center, about a meter high, and nine leaves growing on the single stem, all of which are glass crystal-shaped. The only blooming "flower" on the top
It turned out to be a ball of black flames that kept jumping.
A long distance apart, just a glance, Yan Xing felt dry mouth and his heart was unbearable. What shocked him was that the jade ground was filled with white bones.
He could not help but sank. He had already guessed something. Not only him, but many city slaves changed their expressions. They looked at the fog outside the hollow, looked back at the strange flower, and finally turned into deep
despair.
"Little guys, go and pick that flower back."
"Whoever can pick this flower, I will give him freedom!"
Elder Xuekong slowly turned around and looked at the city slaves. He had a smile on his face, but his eyes were terrifyingly cold, which made people feel cold in his heart.
"Um?"
A cold snorted scared everyone's legs and feet. Although they knew there was something wrong with it, would they have to choose?
The men in the front row looked at each other first, then gritted their teeth and ran towards the strange flowers.
"Ahhhh!"
"Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate!!"
Roaring, roaring, and tears flowing, but in the end, the first city slave stepped onto the emerald ground only a few hundred feet away.
"Um--"
Hurry!
Accompanied by a painful groan, a strong man's flesh and blood instantly melted into a pool of blood, then soaked into the ground and disappeared, leaving only a skeleton, as well as undigested food residues and feces in his belly, spilling on the spot.
Gulu!
This horrifying scene really shocked everyone.
"continue!"
The Holy Palace members all looked indifferent, staring at the strange flower, turning a blind eye to the tragic death of the city slave.
"Kill them!"
"Hmph! Even if I die in the fog, I won't let you get what you want!"
In despair, the city slaves finally rioted. Some people rushed towards the Holy Palace frantically, while others ran directly into the fog.
"The mayflies shake trees, and ants want to survive even?"
Nothing happened to Elder Xuekong, an invisible force had already wrapped the rebellious city slaves and threw them directly onto the emerald ground.
Is this the sorrow of the weak?
There is no right to choose death!
Looking at the tragic scene in front of him, Yan Xing Moran was unbearable, but he was powerless. He was also a weak person, and he was the weakest person present.
‘Everyone, you have spirits in heaven, so pray for me!’
‘Hey! If I can escape this disaster, what’s wrong with me, Yan Xing, to siege the Holy Palace in the future?’
It wasn't for anyone to avenge him, he just couldn't swallow this.
In a moment, a thousand city slaves were about to die, and the dark flames had already risen in the air. The gaze of the Holy Palace was burning, and even the breath rose and fell.
That's now!!
Yan Xing suddenly widened his eyes, held his legs flat, and twisted his hands in the opposite direction.
The next moment, the dazzling golden light burst out.