The Jingtan envoy turned around and saw that the mist in the farthest distance was only less than two or three kilometers away and was about to swallow up the yurt community gathered in the distance.
"Let's go! Save people first!"
Without saying a word, the envoy of Jingtan grabbed the golden Arhat beside him and rushed towards the yurt community.
When the two came to the yurt community, the rolling fog had swallowed up more than half of the yurts. Sha Wu purified the rainbow and quickly shuttled through the remaining yurts to rescue the people. The envoy of the Purification Altar stood in front of the rolling fog, with eyes in his eyes.
A look of struggle emerged.
Mortals who have never practiced cultivation can survive for up to twenty breaths if they fall into the mist...
There should be many people still alive in this fog, and there is not much time left for him.
The messenger of Jingtan clenched his teeth, his heart skipped a beat, and he ran straight into the rolling fog.
The mist full of deathly silence quickly eroded away the faint Buddha's light around him. In just three breaths, the foundation of his divine power was loosened, and his face looked extremely ugly.
Sure enough, as the three golden immortals said, this fog has a natural restraint on divine power. If this continues, it will only be a very short time before he falls to the divine realm.
He endured the severe pain, sniffed the air with his nose, rushed into a yurt, rescued two dying herdsmen, used a magical method to send them directly out of the fog, and then headed to the next yurt again.
Rush away.
At this moment, he seemed to notice something, and his body shook violently.
In the rolling fog around them, several huge and strange beasts were rapidly approaching here.
The Buddha's light around him was extremely weak, and the operation of his divine power was intermittent. Even activating the magical method was a little difficult. He tried many times to send the people out of the fog, but they all ended in failure.
"Go to hell with the Pure Altar Messenger! It's useless in this fog!"
He growled lowly, and the previous assumptions came to his mind. A flash of determination flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly raised his right hand and slapped it towards his heavenly spirit!
boom--!
There was a muffled sound in his throat, and the looming Buddha's light around him automatically collapsed. His realm collapsed from the God realm and fell directly to the peak of the "Klein" realm.
At the same time, a demonic wind roared out of his body, and his body expanded rapidly, turning into a black wild boar the size of a mountain, letting out a loud roar, and his eyes were as red as blood.
In an instant, the rich demonic power poured out like a spurt.
At the critical moment of life and death, he chose to abandon the divine realm and turn into a monster!
From this moment on, he is no longer the messenger of the Pure Altar of the West, but the terrifying monster who dominated the world a thousand years ago.
Zhu Bajie opened his mouth wide, and an evil wind gushes out from nothingness, directly connecting the dozens of yurts on the ground to the unconscious herdsmen in the room. They all flew into the huge pig mouth, then turned around suddenly and quickly headed towards the mist.
Rush away outside!
From the moment he turned into a demon, the threat to him from the rolling fog around him was drastically reduced. Although it was still corroding his body, it was much better than before.
Is this fog targeting gods?
Just as Zhu Bajie was running wildly and thinking, dozens of black giant figures emerged from the mist behind him, joining forces to attack him!
This place is within the mist, a world where "mysteries" are rampant. The appearance of such a striking demonic aura immediately attracted the attention of a large number of "mysteries" around it.
Zhu Bajie, who had fallen into the realm, had a large number of herdsmen in his mouth at the moment. He had no intention of fighting with them in the mist. He just used his demonic body to resist their attacks. In just a moment, his body was already riddled with holes!
At this moment, a ray of light quickly magnified in front of his eyes.
That is a Buddhist Vajra with an angry look!
"Second Senior Brother! Go quickly! I'll stop them for you!"
The golden-bodied Arhat Sha Wujing let out a low roar, and despite the surrounding fog, he forcibly fought with the dozens of "mysterious" peak-level "Klein" beasts.
Buddha's light surged in Sha Wujing's palm. He tore open several "mysterious" bodies with his bare hands, but the dark mist was like a god-killing beast, constantly eating away at the foundation of divine power in his body. The Buddha's light around him
He is getting weaker and weaker, and his godhood is crumbling.
Seeing the golden Arhat gradually submerged in the mist, the huge pig demon's eyes were extremely red. Its huge body rushed out of the mist, staggering across the snowy field for hundreds of meters, and then fell to the ground, its heavy body covering the entire body.
The earth shook slightly.
The giant mouth opened, and a large number of surviving herdsmen fell to the ground with the demonic wind. The pig demon's body quickly shrank and returned to its own appearance.
Zhu Bajie was wearing a Buddhist robe riddled with holes. His originally white and plump belly was now covered in bloodstains. Blood flowed from a hideous gash in his waist and abdomen, and he could vaguely see the stirrings of his gastrointestinal tract.
He stared at his red eyes, stood up with difficulty, held a silver nine-tooth rake in one hand, and once again turned into a stream of light and rushed into the mist.
"Lao Sha! Hold on!"
…
Boom——!!
Victory Buddha dropped his stick again, crushing several "Mysteries" that came out of the fog into crumbs. At this moment, his heart skipped a beat and he froze on the spot.
At the southwest border, the two pillars of divine power that had not appeared for a long time finally rose into the sky, and the last two national monuments were completed.
The walls of miracles are intertwined and connected, turning into a giant barrier with no dead ends, completely blocking the rolling fog outside the border. Several "mysterious" creatures emerged from the fog, seeming to want to rush into Daxia, but were blocked.
The perfect wall of miracles blocks everything outside.
The entire western border has fallen into a dead silence, amidst the endless wind and snow. Only the fighting Buddha holding the golden cudgel in his hand and Lin Qiye standing quietly on the side are left.
"Idiot, Lao Sha..."
The Fighting Buddha murmured, and the powerful divine power rolled out of his body. He turned into a stream of light and flew quickly towards the snowy field in the southwest.
When Lin Qiye saw this, a bad premonition flashed through his heart, and he followed closely behind him on a somersault cloud.
Soon, a corner of the mist that was isolated inside the Miracle Wall appeared in front of the two of them.
The wall of miracles completed midway separated the fog that had originally rushed into Daxia. Without the subsequent influx of fog, this corner of the fog is now like a cloud of turbid fog, gradually dissipating in the air.
Come.
"Mysterious" corpses were piled all over the ground on the desolate snowfield. At a rough glance, there were as many as thirty or forty.
In front of those corpses, a figure covered in blood was kneeling weakly in front of a corpse. Blood gurgled from his intestines, staining a large area of blood red.