A sword boat drifted aimlessly deep in the thick fog.
Without the reference of the moon, moon and stars, we would not know the red day and dark night, and the passage of time is as difficult to comprehend as the human heart.
Pang Jian sometimes stood at the window on the third floor, watching with cold eyes the dramatic changes in everyone's mood.
Every once in a while, the expressions on the faces of the disciples of the East Sword Tower and the Black Valley, and the meanings revealed in their eyes, will undergo startling changes.
At first, everyone pointed the finger at... him.
Or maybe it was because of his unnecessary actions, because he jumped out of the sword boat to chase those green ants, and Qi Qingshu ordered him to follow him, causing the sword boat to deviate from the direction.
The accuser believed that without him disrupting the direction of the sword boat, everyone would not be lost and would have arrived at the Forbidden Land long ago.
I don't know how long it took.
It could have been a few days or half a month, but the sword boat still couldn't find its direction and was drifting in the "strange fog".
The Forbidden Land, including the way back, seems to be getting further and further away from everyone.
Everyone's patience was being exhausted day by day, and those who took out the spiritual jade and walked quietly became more and more irritable.
"Everyone, stop cultivating. Just keep the Gangshield alive. I hope you can never escape from the mist. What's the point of improving your realm?"
A Black Valley outer disciple suddenly shouted loudly that day.
His eyes were full of despair, and as everyone watched, he smiled miserably: "Qi Qingsong, the sword boat doesn't want to wander around anymore. There is no direction to follow, and the sword boat's flying is just a waste of spiritual jade."
"I've tried it countless times. Is it true that I haven't broken through the mist and reached the Forbidden Land?"
"If the direction is good, the sword boat will fly for another year and a half, and it will still be spinning outside the mist."
Qi Qingsong, who was in the stands on the third floor, frowned.
The person who was huddled outside the cabin, responsible for filling the array with spiritual jade and setting the route for the sword boat, also came out after hearing this.
"What I said makes sense."
The middle-aged man named Han Lu from the Jianlou said to Qi Qingsong: "Since entering the mist, nineteen thousand spirit jade has been consumed, and he has thirty thousand available. But no, the sword
If the boat keeps moving, the spiritual jade will continue to be consumed."
He shook his head and said bitterly: "After all, there will be a day when everything is exhausted."
Qi Qingsong had no choice but to say: "Then stop east for now."
"Everyone should also think of ways to see if the communication treasure in our legs can communicate with people outside the strange mist." Nie You from Jianlou shouted.
"I've tried it a long time ago, but there's no contact at all."
"When people are in the mist and all five senses are lost, how can they communicate with the outside world?"
"it's useless."
"..."
The disciples of Jian Tower and Black Valley all responded with sighs.
On the third floor, outside Pang Jian's room.
"Brother Zhou, is the jade in my leg strong enough? How long can it last?"
Pang Jian leaned against the window and looked at the Sword Tower on the deck and the Black Valley disciples. He saw helplessness, confusion, loss and... deepening despair on everyone's faces.
"As far as maintaining the Gangshield's existence, it can probably last for two months."
Zhou Qingchen, who had put on the crimson veil and never dared to take it off, became unkempt again, with a full beard.
He couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Who would have thought that the lightning-fast sword boat would be lost in the mysterious mist between the head and the mouth?"
"Brother Zhou, if there is a spiritual jade in my leg, please remember to tell him in advance."
"Well, he won't be polite to me."
Zhou Qingchen smiled.
Pang Jian nodded lightly.
He put a thought into the storage display and saw thousands of pieces of spiritual jade, plus...a large number of spiritual stones.
Since he didn't know when he would get out of the "strange fog" and couldn't establish a connection with the Black Turtle, he could save the more precious spiritual jade. At that time, he couldn't use the spiritual stones to set up a small spirit gathering array.
Then, he used a single spiritual power to form a green shield to isolate his body from the mist.
He was so cautious, but it was because the bodies of the seven dead killed by Nie You and Ye Fei had long been corroded into ashes.
This shows that even if there are no brain-eating green ants, if the flesh and blood body is exposed to the outside for a long time, some kind of power in the mist will slowly infect it.
With a thought in his mind, he concentrated on the sword command again.
In the small and medium-sized world outside the Sword Order, thousands of figures of fat men in blue waving swords have all disappeared.
Due to the disconnection from the world of purgatory, even someone as powerful as Li Zhaotian could not continue to inject power into the sword order, and those figures practicing the sword skills disappeared into thin air.
Time passes like water.
I don’t know how long it took.
The sword boat anchored in the thick smoke cannot find the direction to the Forbidden Land, nor does it know how to return, so we can expect to meet the people coming in from behind.
For example, the Demon Sect, Tianshui Ze, or other sect forces from the first realm.
"call!"
Like a candle flame extinguished in the wind, the spiritual power shield that a dull Black Valley outer disciple had sacrificed for a long time disappeared.
"Wang Ji, I..."
Lu Lianchen from Heigu rushed to get close to him and shouted strangely: "What's wrong with me?"
"His spiritual jade is exhausted."
Wang Ji lowered his head and said calmly: "He may be the first person to consume the spiritual jade, but he won't be the only one. Senior Brother Lu, I don't have to worry about him, because everyone will die, and it is destined to be difficult to escape from the mist."
"Just like the legend, those who are lost in the mist will eventually die in the mist."
"It will disappear forever."
Raising his head, he calmly looked at Lu Lingchan who took out the spiritual jade and handed it to him, saying: "It's useless. If you can't find a way to leave, you will die sooner or later. Junior Sister Lu, don't waste resources on him."
Yes, he...accepted his fate."
He lowered his head and said nothing.
Everyone looked at him with complicated eyes, looking at the man who plunged into the mist with a living body.
"laugh!"
The golden light suddenly appeared in Pang Jian's eyes, then disappeared quietly.
He shouted from the window on the third floor: "No green ants appeared."
"Wang Ji, tell them how I feel!"
Ye Fei from Black Valley yelled: "Am I the first person to not have his brain eaten by green ants and live in the mist? I beg you to go east alive, which will prove that you don't have to keep the Gangshield alive! In that case
, they can hold on longer, maybe until they are discovered!"
"That's right! Wang Ji, please hold on!"
"No matter what, I will tell them my personal feelings. They need to know how to survive!"
"Wang Ji, come on!"
The disciples of Jianlou and Heigu looked at him from different positions, and many female disciples couldn't help sobbing softly when they encouraged him.
These women were not really worried about Wang Ji's safety, but rather felt a sense of sadness that they could relate to.
They obviously knew that what Wang Ji was going through now would eventually be their turn.
If Wang Ji hides in Bu Nao, they will also die.
"he……"
Wang Ji, an outer disciple of the Black Valley, silently felt himself, as if he was carefully comprehending the wonder of the mysterious mist surrounding flesh and blood.
Then, he never made any sound again and died so silently.
Pang Jian observed carefully and did not see any brain-eating ants.
Like everyone else, he could see the ubiquitous "strange fog" slowly seeping into the pores of Wang Ji's skin and entering his heart and lungs as Wang Ji breathed.
Wang Ji died so slowly, bit by bit, his flesh and blood slowly rotting away as everyone watched.
Until, the dead bones turned into nothingness, like becoming part of the gray smoke.
During that process, the atmosphere in Jianzhou became extremely dull.
Wang Ji's death was like the last spark of hope in everyone's hearts, which was severely extinguished.
"What he said is wrong. Everyone will die from the fog, sooner or later."
"Ha! What I said above, that the Forbidden Land is in a safe and mysterious mist, is not a lie at all!"
"The most terrifying mist in the world, the mist that surrounds the entire purgatory, how can they not understand it?"
"No matter how much spiritual jade there is, one day it will eventually be used up. Everyone should be prepared to die."
More and more pessimists are venting their negative emotions, and spiritual weapons, armor, accessories, and all items containing spiritual power have become meaningless.
They draw spiritual energy as much as possible from all the things that can draw spiritual energy, with the attitude of living one day at a time.
"Lu Lingchan."
Fang Boxuan took the initiative and walked to the leader of the Black Valley, Lu Lingchan.
He smiled lightly, but mistakenly said to the woman who looked sarcastic: "Huang Ying, what I said is right, he is Fang Xuan."
"He knows if I am!"
Huang Ying sneered.
"I am a slave of the Lu family. Didn't I have the guts to shut up like that with him before?"
At this point, Fang Boxuan stopped being secretive and said: "Before the Fang family was wiped out, among the powerful families in the second world, they were always higher than the Lu family."
Did he read what Lu Lingchan said and said, "I should agree with that, right?"
Lu Lingchan nodded lightly, waved his leg to signal Huang Ying to shut up, and then said: "The reason why the Fang family was purged by the Demon Sect has always been a mystery. Can I tell him why?"
"Because of me."
Fang Boxuan said with a smile, but there was no smile in his eyes.
Lu Lingchan was confused: "Because of him?"
"I am engaged to him, but my cultivation talent is too high, which makes the master of the Black Valley extremely happy. Not only does he accept me as his direct disciple, but he also plans to make the decision to betroth me to someone in the desolate realm of the Northern Ruins. That person's
Master, I personally came from the first realm east to visit Gengu and Ziren."
"He expressed that he was very satisfied, so he made a condition with Mo Zong, intending to let him die quietly and end the engagement completely."
"If you do that, his disciple will have a grudge in his heart if he knows that he is alive. He is afraid of affecting his disciple's breakthrough."
"His grandfather loved him very much and refused to agree to execute him secretly, so he secretly sent him away."
"Otherwise, their Fang family would have been brutally wiped out by the Demon Sect."
Fang Boxuan smiled and told the extremely cruel truth.
Lu Lingchan looked at him quietly at first, then walked away and closed her eyes, remaining silent for a long time.
"Aunt Huang, is this really true?"
She asked Huang Ying on her back.
"It's pretty much the same." Huang Ying said coldly.
Lu Lingchan nodded and sighed: "Fang Xuan, he doesn't know about this at all, he..."
"He is a close friend of our Fang family. Our families have always been friends, and our Fang family has no control over this matter. But my master, a certain person in the Desolate Realm, has a demon sect that contributed to the destruction of his Fang family."
Fang Boxuan couldn't even maintain a false smile on his face. There was nothing more sad than his heart dying, and he said indifferently: "It's hateful. He tolerated it so well, but when he looked back, he found it was meaningless."