Under the gray mist, Daxing City seemed to be an ancient fierce beast, looking down at the small human beings under the city wall with a cold gaze, and the black hole in the city gate was open, as if the fierce beast opened its huge mouth to choose people and devour.

In front of the city gate, there is a dry moat, on which the decaying suspension bridge runs through the north and south, and the iron chain that connects with the city gate is rusty, faintly with maroon blood, and on the top of the city wall, there are dozens of blood-colored flags, but most of them are already broken.

Under the opening of the path of the six true disciples of the Ascension Immortal Gate, Yujun Zhenren and hundreds of cultivators from Yunzhou stepped forward in turn, and after walking across the suspension bridge, Yuguan walked into the dark city gate.

In an instant, a thick mist drifted overhead, and even the sky was dyed gray, and on both sides of the main street, there were many shadowy buildings, dragging dark shadows on the ground, and everything seemed lifeless.

Walking into the city, I didn't see any living creatures, let alone the so-called monsters, and I didn't see any corpses and bones on the ground.

The unknown danger is the most terrible thing, Mo Wentian's face is a little unsightly, and what makes him even more worried is that since he walked into Daxing City, the head of his finger has lost his spirituality, and it is obviously restricted from the function of teleportation, only in places where prohibitions and formations are arranged, the role of sect teleportation will be lost, and such places are often dangerous places of nine deaths and one life.

"I'm still good at talking, but the disciples of the sect are weak in cultivation?" Speaking of this thought, Mo Wentian's brows tightened, obviously a little uneasy.

The weirdness of Daxing City. The monks in Yunzhou were awe-inspired, and they immediately secretly watched for themselves, and some monks sacrificed magic weapons; Some monks release spirit beasts; Some monks secretly buckle talismans; They were all ready to fight at any time, and slowly walked into the street along the street.

But it took less than half an hour to walk, and suddenly. The air surged wildly at a rapid speed, the strange mist kept changing and condensing, the surrounding scenery became more and more blurred, the buildings almost dissipated into nothingness, and the road beneath his feet lost its direction. Visibility is instantly reduced to its lowest point.

"Oh no, you guys hold your breath, there's something strange in the fog!" Mo Wentian's expression suddenly changed greatly, and he immediately urged the mana to wave his sleeves in unison and perform the hurricane technique, but the majestic mana only gave birth to a whirlwind at the end of his sleeve, and it quickly dissipated and disappeared like a stone sinking into the sea. It was as if it had been swallowed up by the mist.

Yujun Zhenren, who was not far from him, reacted almost at the same time, she took out a colorful feather fan full of aura from her treasure bag, and urged the mana to wave the feather fan continuously, but the aura on it was fleeting. Far from dissipating at all, the surrounding fog became more condensed.

"What?" Mo Wentian and Yujun Zhenren's expressions changed greatly at the same time, and they secretly said in their hearts that they were not good, originally with the mana cultivation of the two of them to build the foundation of the Great Perfection, whether it was casting spells or sacrificing magic weapons. It can easily manipulate the changes in a small area, but in that ghostly fog, it does not play a role at all.

And what worries the two even more is that. The gradually condensing mist exudes a kind of demonic nature, as long as you take a gentle breath, you will suddenly feel dizzy, and there is chaos in the sea of consciousness, and you almost want to make people lose their nature.

Both of them are real people who built the foundation of the Great Perfection. The Divine Consciousness has become incredibly powerful, and it is still difficult to resist the erosion of the sea of consciousness by the ghostly mist. What's more, those who had a weak sense of the early stage of foundation building, almost instantly, several foundation building real people had their eyes red, and hideous looks appeared on their faces, and they launched attacks on the people closest to them. …,

"Ahh A terrible scream broke the silence, and the head of a Sunset Sect monk flew in the air, and suddenly saw his headless corpse, he turned his head in horror, trying to see clearly who cut off his head, but usually a simple action, but at the moment of loss of consciousness, he caught a glimpse of the junior disciple of the same sect coming forward from behind, holding a long knife dripping blood in his hand, why did the junior brother want to attack and kill himself? Why did he want to kill each other, this was the last trace of consciousness before he died.

The monk of the Sunset Sect, who suddenly burst out and hurt people, rushed forward with a hideous longitudinal blade, and was about to kill a female monk from the Lingyue Sect nearby, but before he could do it, he was hit by a fireball, and his whole body suddenly burned, and a monk from the Danqing Sect walked over to meet the firelight, and on his hideous cheeks, his eyes were already red as blood.

That strange and bloody scene happened to fall in the eyes of Guo Ziyi, a true disciple of Wuji Gate, and she suddenly lost her voice and exhaled in shock, but Liu Fangrong, another true disciple next to her, suddenly had a bloody color in her eyes, and suddenly pulled out the sword of the inferior magic weapon and stabbed it into her heart from the back.

Guo Ziyi suddenly let out a heart-rending scream, turned her head and exclaimed, "Senior sister, why are you ......." Before he finished speaking, he fell straight to the ground, with an unbelievable look on his face before he died.

The same scene was played out by almost every monk in turn, and hundreds of Tsukiji Zhenren had different scenes in the sea of knowledge, which was the most terrifying feeling in their hearts.

Brothers turn against each other, relatives die tragically in front of them, and beloved Taoist couples are raped and ...... by others, and the sad and angry picture is full of knowledge and constantly erodes nature.

"Ahh I'm going to kill you! ”

"Brute! Die! ”

"Kill my whole family, Lao Tzu will destroy the whole family today!"

“……”

Hundreds of Tsuki-based real people's eyes were full of crimson color, and they were all delirious, attacking everything in the vicinity like wild beasts, and in just the past moment, fifty or sixty Tsuki-real people fell on the spot.

Wuji Gate is impossible to be spared, Han Yunsheng was split by a giant axe from head to toe, and his internal organs gushed out of his body with blood; The two-zhang tall Shan Yue Peak was split in two by a big knife like wheat straw; Qian Yucheng's chest was broken with a big hole, and his heart was gone; Jin Linfeng's ugly head flew in mid-air......

"That's enough, stop!" Mo Wentian roared in pain, in that thick ghost mist, the visibility was extremely low, and he was powerless to stop the disciples from killing each other, and he heard their terrible screams one by one in his ears, only to feel as if his heart was about to be torn apart, it was a heartache to the bone, Wujimen was his life's hard work, and the disciples were like his relatives, sensing that they were dying one by one, an irrepressible negative emotion surged into his heart, and his eyes were red like blood.

Suddenly, he saw the ghost fog dissipated, but he saw Jin Linfeng's ugly head floating over, floating in front of his eyes, blood constantly flowing down his eyes, and a miserable voice said: "Master, the apprentice died so miserably!" You must avenge your apprentices. ”

Mo Wentian suddenly burst into displeasure, his eyes were already red, and he said with a hideous expression: "Linfeng, who killed you?" As a teacher, he must not die well, take out the yin soul and refine it into a soul lamp, and he must not be reincarnated in life and life. ”

"It's her, it's the apprentice she killed!" Jin Linfeng's voice was extremely poignant, pointing into the distance from afar, and screaming: "Master, it's her ......"

But before he could finish his words, a flying sword suddenly burst through the air, cutting his huge head into two pieces, and spilling red and yellow things stained with brains on the ground. …,

Mo Wentian turned his head to look over, but it was the clay sculpture on the spot, only to see Tang Jingxiang beckoning from afar, the void took back the flying sword, and was walking over in a curling manner, her expression was always calm as frost, there was no expression on her face, and she said in a clear voice: "Master, Jin Linfeng has a different heart for you, and the disciple has already killed him for the master." ”

Mo Wentian's expression changed greatly, and he roared angrily and said, "This is impossible. ”

"Master, Jin Linfeng secretly defected to Weijun Zhenren and has betrayed his own family!" Tang Jingxiang suddenly had an extremely aggrieved look on his face in an instant, his watery eyes looked at Mo Wentian pitifully, and said sadly: "Master, what the disciple said is true, don't you believe the disciple?" ”

Mo Wentian only felt that he was groggy in the sea of knowledge, and he couldn't distinguish between truth and falsehood, right and wrong, and his intuition that Jin Linfeng would not betray the sect, and kept roaring: "Impossible, this is impossible!" ”

Tang Jingxiang was suddenly extremely sad, and was about to continue talking, when she suddenly saw a burst of wild sand passing through the ghost mist, and blood spurted out of her body, turning into flames rising in the air, and the terrible screams were terrifying.

A young man in black clothes and white hair walked out of the black shadow, the snow-colored white hair covered his left eye, and the faint red right eye seemed to be a bottomless blood abyss, he stepped forward quietly and silently, knelt on the ground and said: "Master, the fifth senior sister has ill intentions and cruelty to the same senior brother, it is really an unforgivable sin, and the apprentice, as the hall master of the Law Enforcement Hall, has cleared the door. ”

Mo Wentian's mind was confused, he only felt that he was going to be insane, and he held his head and hissed: "Shixiong, how can you kill Jing Xiang, she can't have a different heart." ”

Sun Shixiong knelt on the ground straight, and said in a deep voice: "Master, don't you still understand? Of all the disciples, only the disciple is the most faithful to you. ”

Mo Wentian only felt that his mind was confused, and he didn't know who he wanted to believe? Although everything in front of me was so real, I vaguely felt that something seemed to be wrong.

"Senior brother in charge, I can find you, my sister is so scared!" Mu Yuxuan threw out the ghost mist in a panic, hugged Mo Wentian deadly, and trembled violently.