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 realm of golden elixir 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 becoming a good person if he failed, and was not afraid of life or death.

When he actually came, the direction behind him had already been covered by the mist. 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 feel regret secretly in my heart.

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."

"Five elements of body-fixing medicine can't resist evil spirits."

"..."

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 in armor.

Standing beside the soldier were two colleagues.

One of them came up and gave him a pill.

After taking a pill of elixir into the abdomen, 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, raised 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 as good as 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 must be ghost cultivators and ghost tribe.'

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

'But they are lifeless.'

"If you don't have vitality but don't have the defects of the Forgotten Clan, are you an undead tribe?"

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 a well-organized manner, not to mention that they were familiar with the 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 a 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. 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 light is displayed.

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 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 an end!"

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 even 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 furious immediately, what happened to him...

When the monk felt the inspirational 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, but just one look from the other party made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave. What kind of strength was this, even a great Nascent Soul monk couldn't do it, right?

Become a god!

The monk's heart skipped a beat.
To be continued...