Ji Tianxing originally thought that he would find that the direction of the sea breeze and the blood mist was inconsistent, so he could find clues from it.

Follow the route of the blood mist flight, and you can find the demon powerhouse and the blood god son along the vine.

But Xiao Han had thought of this a long time ago, and took action to investigate.

The little hope that had just risen in his heart was immediately shattered.

In desperation, he could only temporarily dispel this idea and fly to the gate of Xunfeng City with Xiao Han.

The closer you get to Xunfeng City, the thicker the black qi in the sky outside the city.

Xiao Han's face became solemn, and he reminded in a low tone: "Ling'er, you must be careful, you can't get stained with these black gases, this is the poisonous plague."

The power of the poisonous plague is very terrifying, and only the strong of the Soul Refining Realm can resist it, and they are not afraid of the erosion of the plague.

Below the Soul Refining Realm, even if a Tian Yuan powerhouse is corrupted by the plague, it will be corroded into white bones within a month. ”

As he spoke, Xiao Han released a divine soul white light all over his body, forming a light shield to protect Xiao Ling'er.

The three of them passed through the black fog and finally came to the city gate.

I saw that Xunfeng City, which was shrouded in black gas and poisonous mist, had already opened a large array to protect the city.

A multicolored shield with a radius of dozens of miles envelops the entire city.

The multicolored shield of the powerful defense can withstand most of the black gas poisonous mist.

However, there was still a trace of black gas floating in the sky inside the city, but the density of the poisonous fog was much less than that outside the city.

Rows of Donglin troops wearing armor were guarding the city wall, waiting for them.

The 500,000 Donglin troops under Xiao Han are all elite divisions and the patron saints of the East China Sea.

Even when the poisonous plague struck and black gas continued to emerge in the city, those Donglin troops were not afraid to retreat, and their bodies stood tall like javelins, standing on the top of the city.

Seeing the arrival of Ji Tianxing and the three of them, a centurion of the Donglin Army pressed his sword in his hand and asked in a majestic voice, "Who is coming?"

Although this centurion is a burly man and has good strength, he is full of temperament when he speaks.

But his face was black, and his left hand had corroded and festered, revealing white bones.

Several Donglin soldiers not far from him were also eroded by the highly poisonous black gas, and their bodies were full of rot, and black blood oozed from their faces.

Seeing this scene, Ji Tianxing couldn't help but secretly think: "Xiao Han is strict in governing the army, and the Donglin Army is really an elite division, although these sergeants are small people, they are also admirable!"

Xiao Han took a step forward and said with a majestic face: "This Xiao Han, come to Fengcheng to inspect military affairs!"

Hearing his majestic voice, the more than 30 Donglin soldiers at the head of the city suddenly looked solemn and knelt down on one knee in unison to salute.

"See Lord God!"

The movements of more than 30 people were uniform, and their voices were full of energy, very majestic and majestic.

However, several sergeants were corrupted by the poison and were able to hold up while standing.

At this time, as soon as they knelt down, their legs, feet, heads, necks and other places, suddenly their flesh and blood collapsed, and black dirty blood came out, revealing Bai Sensen's bones.

The centurion, in particular, had half of his flesh and blood festering and falling, revealing his bones.

Black blood flowed down and drenched half of his armor.

Suffering such a heart-rending pain, he didn't even fall, but let out a muffled snort of pain from his mouth.

Xiao Ling'er's heart tightened, and her eyes turned red at that time.

But she held back no tears, let alone crying.

Because, this is the dignity of the Donglin Army and the iron backbone of the Donglin Army!

Xiao Han took a deep breath and bowed deeply to the more than thirty Donglin soldiers on the city.

"The soldiers have worked hard! You are the pride of the Donglin Army, the pride of my Xiao Han!"

More than 30 Donglin soldiers saluted Xiao Han again, with a respectful attitude, and their eyes revealed fanaticism and worship.

The leading centurion, half of his face moved, and his voice was low and hoarse, "Lord God, compared to the people in the city who are suffering, we are not bitter!"

Xiao Han bowed slightly and didn't say anything more.

The soldiers under his command can have such iron-blooded arrogance and affection, which is a blessing for the people of the East China Sea!

Soon, the Donglin army opened the city gate and welcomed Ji Tianxing and the three into the city.

As soon as you enter Xunfeng City, what you see is a miserable scene of gloomy clouds and mist and bloody wind and rain.

In the entire Xunfeng City, the streets and alleys were full of city guards and people running in a panic.

Doors and windows were shut, and many houses were on fire, emitting black smoke.

Groups of city guards in armor and swords, escorting three or five ragged civilians, hurried through the streets and alleys, and ran into the distance.

On the wide black stone avenue, the bones of many people lay on their stomachs, and patches of black blood flowed on the ground, like a stream.

The screams of men, women and children, the screams of pain, the terrible howls, and the heart-rending cries continued to come from all directions.

Ji Tianxing's face was solemn, his eyes swept around, and he immediately saw a tragic scene.

A group of city guards, supported and carrying a few blackening civilians, escaped from the houses and ran towards the center of the city.

However, before the group had run far, there was an old woman with gray hair, whose body collapsed on the spot, and her flesh fell off and fell to the ground.

She screamed in pain, rolling on the ground and wailing, and after just a few breaths, all her flesh was corroded into black blood.

She turned into a thin white skeleton, curled up on the ground, black blood flowing silently under her body, and wisps of blood flew into the sky.

The footsteps of several city guards paused, and then they hurriedly picked up a few other people and continued to run towards the center of the city.

But before they could run a few steps, another child who was held in the arms of the city guards let out a scream of pain.

It was a little girl of six or seven years old, wearing a little blue skirt and two pigtails, and she was cute and cute.

But in just a few breaths, her flesh and blood quickly decayed, turning into a pool of black blood.

Only a weak and petite corpse, still covered with a tattered blue skirt, was placed on the ground by the city guards.

It wasn't long before one of the city guards also fell on the run.

Heavy armor and swords slammed against the blackstone ground with a crisp sound.

He was covered in festering flesh and blood, screaming in pain, rolling on the ground and convulsing, and soon died of his voice.

After a few breaths, a young warrior in his twenties turned into a pool of black blood, a pile of armor and a sword, and a white bone.

Several other city guards and ordinary people looked a little numb when they saw such a tragic scene.

They were neither afraid, nor weeping, but continued to run with blank expressions.

No way, in the past two days, similar scenes have been staged constantly, making everyone's emotions almost numb.

The people of the city, like walking corpses, have almost lost their emotions of weeping, sympathy, fear, and worry.

Everyone was gloomy and desperate, helplessly waiting for death to come.

Perhaps, the next person to become white bones is himself.

Today's update is over.

(End of chapter)