The first thousand two hundred and sixty-one chapters terrible magic fog
Somewhere outside the demonic mist, a group of pseudo-gods were sitting on the ground. Their faces were all pale, and their robes were somewhat damaged. The violently rolling demonic mist around them was gradually calming down.
Abbot Zhiyuan fiddled with a string of Buddhist beads in his hand and recited some kind of Buddhist sutra. His compassion turned into circles of pale golden ripples that spread around, protecting everyone in it.
When the mist outside encounters this layer of golden will, it is like water meeting a reef, splitting into two and continuing to flow into the distance.
At this moment, everyone suddenly opened their eyes, as if they sensed something, and turned their heads to look in the same direction, but there was a towering mountain peak thousands of feet high.
"What a strong spatial fluctuation!"
"More than fifty miles away, it seems to be the direction of the space seal!"
"The demon world has started teleporting?"
"This mirage is so realistic. It turns out that this direction is where the space seal is."
Lord Huo Ling looked at the mountain peak not far away and said with a slightly relaxed expression: "Judging from the fluctuations, it should not be the transmission of the Demon King."
He looked at the other person and said, "Fellow Daoist Wu, you were here six hundred years ago. How did you feel?"
Wu Wenxuan said slowly: "Although this wave of fluctuations disappeared in a flash, it was much weaker than the power of space when the Demon King was teleporting. The Demon Clan started teleporting the Demon King first, as before."
The female body of the three-headed dragon was leaning weakly on a rock. Her physical body had recovered a lot and she could barely transform into a human form. However, this physical body was unable to fight and could only rely on true energy to cast spells.
She said coldly: "The fog here is so weird that even our consciousness will be invaded and fall into nightmares. In addition, there are mirage-like illusions everywhere. The distance is tens of miles. I don't know how much time it will take to get through it."
Pass."
Bigan Dragon King said gloomily: "Fire Spirit, what are you going to do? The strange energy in the magic mist can only be resisted by the self-understanding will of Zhiyuan and Mo Qing."
"Even with their support, we reach the space seal, but how to show our strength in such an environment would be enough for a demon king."
After hearing the words of the two demon kings, everyone else fell silent.
At first, they found that the strange energy in the mist was the same as the magic spots outside, making people drowsy, but after entering the magic fog, they found that it was much scarier than they thought.
As soon as the spiritual consciousness was released, the energy eroded from all directions, everyone fell into a nightmare, and then various mirages appeared around them.
Due to the influence of nightmares, they even fought with each other. If it weren't for the lack of spiritual energy around them, the battle fluctuations would have been even more terrifying.
If Zhiyuan and Mo Qing hadn't woken up one after another and awakened others with their strong will, the consequences would have been disastrous.
Only then did they realize that the strange energy in the magic mist, even the pseudo-god's soul and consciousness, could not completely block it. Only the pure power of will could resist it.
Among these people, only Zhiyuan and Mo Qing have the will to realize themselves, and after the Buddhist compassion is fully mobilized, they are completely isolated from the energy that makes people fall into nightmares.
Lord Huo Ling looked around and said in a deep voice: "This weird magic mist is inspired by those magic spots. I'm afraid it's a great magical power exerted by the demons across the boundary. The purpose is to isolate us from the outside so that the demon king can teleport over.
Destroy the space seal calmly."
He was silent for a while and said: "We can leave here, but when the space seal is opened, we will not be as simple as two demon kings, but will face the invasion of the entire demon clan."
"Now is the time when we have the greatest chance."
Gu Deming frowned and said: "We must prevent the invasion of the demons, but now we must first get rid of this demonic mist."
Lord Ice Spirit showed a thoughtful look and said: "We have been on the ancient battlefield for a day, and the demon clan just teleported the first demon general. It was not so slow before."
When Wu Wenxuan heard this, he exclaimed: "In other words, the space seal is still operating, and it is even more powerful. The weird magic mist comes from the cracks in the space. The large amount of spiritual energy there cannot be completely dissolved, and it is very likely that it will all gather in the space.
The location of the seal."
Lord Fire Spirit nodded and said: "That's what I also judged. This magical mist was cast by powerful people from the demon world across borders. It is extremely difficult to break. But if we get to the space seal and have sufficient spiritual energy, we can let it go."
Fight."
After he finished speaking, he found that other gods, especially the two demon kings, still had hesitant expressions on their expressions. Lord Fire Spirit couldn't help but sigh, and a light flashed in his hand, and a jade bottle appeared.
He said with some heartache: "These are the few Yuanling Pills left in our sect. Its greatest use is to help the great monks integrate the power of will."
"If we use it, although there is no way to improve the soul, the power of will can be temporarily strengthened. I have tried it before, and at least it is a bit stronger than Zhiyuan and Mo Qing's will at this time."
While speaking, Lord Huo Ling opened the jade bottle, threw seven of them directly to the others, and then said: "If we haven't arrived at the space seal yet, the devil will teleport here, then take the Yuanling Pill, at least for one day
There is no need to be afraid of these magical mists."
"It turns out to be the Yuanling Pill!"
"No wonder you, the Five Spirits Monastery, have been cultivating gods for so many years. It turns out there are such pills."
Several human race gods seemed to have heard of this elixir, and they all took it with great joy. The Biyan Dragon King and the three-headed dragon carefully sensed it with their spiritual senses, and found that the madness had absorbed some of the medicinal power, and became slightly condensed.
In fact, I accepted it with confidence.
"Fellow Taoist Huo Ling, what should we do next?" With this, these people became less fearful.
Lord Huo Ling looked around, without being polite, and directly gave instructions: "Yuanling Pill cannot be used easily. If we walk slowly, the impact of the energy in the magic mist will be minimized. Even if we are dozens of miles away,
Even if it’s a walk, it’s not too far.”
"However, our spiritual consciousness cannot be released outside. There are mirage-like illusions in the magic fog, and it is easy to lose our way."
He pondered for a while and said: "The protective effect of compassion is stronger, so why don't we divide into two teams, me and my junior brother, plus Mo Qing in one group, and the others in another group. Zhiyuan and Mo Qing respectively release their wills to protect everyone.
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"The two teams are thirty feet apart. With the help of the location where the spatial fluctuations just occurred, they calculated based on the three-point orientation and repeatedly verified the correct direction."
Everyone thought for a while and found that this was the safest way at present, so they started to follow this team, with the two waves of people twenty or thirty feet apart, and began to head into the depths of the magic mist.
Although they have the Yuanling Pill in hand, all the changes in the ancient battlefield have made everyone's hearts heavy. However, facing the threat of the second demon war, they have no choice but to protect the space seal.
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Deep in the magic mist, the Blood-Crying Demon King, who had already occupied his brand-new body, was looking at the silver valley. Deep in the silver mist, purple-black lightning and a ball of faint blue light surged again.
He turned back to look at the demonic mist behind him that had calmed down, and murmured: "Those humans have escaped from the nightmare illusion and must be coming here."
Xuewei's lavender face was quite solemn.
"It takes a day for the Demon Lord to teleport a Demon General to the middle stage, and it takes at least two days for the Demon King to teleport."
"Except for the unexpected number of human pseudo-gods, everything else is basically within the plan."
He whispered a few words, and suddenly seven extremely dark tokens engraved with some kind of alien beast appeared in his hand. He opened his mouth slightly and spit out several rays of magic light.
Four of the tokens all lit up with black light, and there was a faint roar of beasts inside. Then they shattered and turned into gravel and fell to the ground.
Xuewei turned over with one hand and put away the remaining three. He looked around at the magic fog and found that the fog began to roll in four places, and then four faint blue lights flashed past.
Sensing three spatial fluctuations, a smile appeared on his lips:
"Even in the early stages of becoming a god, the divine consciousness cannot probe in the nightmare fog for a long time. Coupled with the mirage-like illusions inside and the four false spatial fluctuations, the progress of the human race will be greatly delayed."
"The original plan was to wait for the Demon King to teleport over, and then I would leave. But if there are eight pseudo-gods now, it is not safe. To be on the safe side, I will take action now."
Xuewei whispered a few words and ignored the nervous demon soldiers below. His strong black body flew up and plunged into the thick purple-black demonic mist...