In the deathly cold mist, there was only a white cold light, and beyond that, it was a miserable white, and a little farther away, it became a dull gray-white.

The white mist roughly outlines the shadows of the trees.

A group of several people, back to back, guarded in all directions, slowly retreated according to the classic phalanx on the infantry drill.

There was silence, save for the sound of their breathing and the sound of heavy leather boots stepping on the wet and fluffy woodland.

The second lieutenant still had a sneer on his face, and as he spoke, he comforted the soldiers beside him:

"Measure him as a yellow-mouthed child, how much Taoism can he have?"

"This fog is indeed powerful, but it is not his own ability."

"I've seen his files, Yunmeng Zhenjun's collateral bloodline, since the founding of Dayu Kingdom, he was beaten as a rebel, how much strength is left in the past three hundred years?"

"Not to mention that this god has long since fallen······ The power left in the bloodline has decayed from generation to generation, and it has been more than ten generations, how much can be left? ”

"Even if he inherits the power, his own cultivation has only been four years, and the realm is no more than the third layer of the life star at most, and he doesn't even have a star bridge, with this bit of power, how long can he support this fog? Ten minutes, or twenty minutes? I'm afraid it's barely even five minutes! ”

"Without the Star Bridge, you can't open the Spirit Realm, this fog is just scary to look at, and it can't really pull us all in······ We're just going to retreat and force him out! ”

When the lieutenant said this, he suddenly shouted aloud:

"Little thief, I know you can hear ······"

"Now for your last chance······ You = come out obediently, remove this fog, go back with us, and save your life. ”

"If not······"

A dark shadow fell from the sky, bringing up leaves from the trees.

The second lieutenant was overjoyed, and with the musket already ready to fire in his arms, he immediately pulled the trigger.

"Bang bang bang", tongues of fire erupted, and a series of ammunition shot out one after another.

Immediately afterward, everyone opened fire on the black shadow.

The pressure that has been on the horizon has been vented between constantly pulling the trigger.

"Rustle", when a large branch and leaf fell from the air, it was shattered by bullets.

"No!"

"It's a trap!"

The lieutenant's pupils shrank suddenly, and he suddenly pulled out the short knife at his waist and turned to look.

"Ahh

A soldier behind him, clutching the side of his neck, kept spurting blood fountains, splashing all over the air with blood mist.

The soldier muttered with his mouth open and with a wistful look at his captain.

The other two soldiers, both panicked, pulled out their thorns, back to back, and watched in all directions.

The second lieutenant didn't have time to react, pinched the seal with both hands, recited the incantation in a low voice, and took a few steps forward, his palm slightly glowing red, shining on the wounded soldier's affected area.

A soft red glow with a wonderful power to soothe people's hearts.

The wounded soldier's originally cut wound suddenly recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At this moment, there was another exclamation in my ears.

As soon as he turned around, the second lieutenant saw a large black shadow striking down on his head.

Boom Boom······ The earth shook a few times.

The rest of the soldiers all looked at each other in horror.

The second lieutenant lay unconscious on the ground, his skull pierced by a tree trunk the size of a bowl.

The red, the white, all seeped out, mixed together, and the slightest heat surged up.

Faintly, a thin white shadow was suspended from the body of the second lieutenant, and between the blurs, an image similar to that of the second lieutenant on the ground could be vaguely seen.

Then, in the horrified eyes of the two soldiers, the gray mist around them seemed to come to life, and it wriggled violently and floated up.

Then the white shadow melted into the gray mist, only to let out a scream that seemed to come out of nowhere.

"The second lieutenant is dead!"

The remaining two soldiers were afraid and hateful in their hearts.

The commander died in battle, and they are still alive, and they will inevitably face military law afterwards.

This is to prevent the soldiers under his command from abandoning their commanders and escaping in the face of battle.

However, now the two soldiers have been completely frightened and dare not stay here any longer.

After glancing at each other, they shouted, found a random place, and ran wildly.

In the depths of the white mist, the boy watched as the last two soldiers fled, but did not chase again.

Leaning against the trunk of the tree, his whole body collapsed with relaxation.

Not far from his feet, the corpses of four or five Imperial soldiers, and a little farther away, there was a large crater.

That's where the trees he uprooted stayed.

Squeezed out the last bit of strength in his body, let his strength and speed explode in a short period of time, and used the environmental resources, he finally killed the pursuing warlock.

Being able to locate him must be the credit of this warlock.

After killing him, the enemy will not be able to locate him for the time being.

Before the next group of pursuers arrived, it was the time he had gained.

The boy leaned against the trunk of the tree, breathing in the breath of blood and fire, and gradually fell into a long-lost sleep.

In the dream, he seemed to return to a comfortable childhood, where there were parents and playmates, and there were not so many dangers······

The immature face gradually became peaceful.

The surrounding white mist, as if alive, slowly drifted towards the boy.

On the four or five corpses on the ground, white gas slowly floated out, blending into it, and a few white shadows that were so vague that it was difficult to detect disappeared like bubbles as soon as they appeared.

The fog gradually seemed to become a little different, a little thicker.

The white mist converged into the boy's body and slowly seeped in.

Before he knew it, the mist gradually healed the wounds all over his body, eliminating his exhaustion.

Wisps of mist, carrying the residual essence of a dozen people, finally merged into his body.

The moonlight was like water, gently brushing through the trees, shining on the young man's quiet and tranquil sleeping face.

There was blood all over the ground, corpses, and a young man with blood on his face and covered in blood, and he slept very peacefully.

After a while, the boy's abdomen suddenly lit up with three stars, and in the white light, they gradually merged into one, forming a sinuous strip of light shaped like a bridge.

In the light, the boy woke up suddenly, and found his house half-lying floating in the air.

Immediately afterward, there was another powerful force, awakening from a deeper realm, deeper than the soul, with a great will.

A large amount of information kept pouring out, and in a trance, the majestic power burst out, forming a whirlpool-like cyclone around his body, hanging a strong wind, blowing the surrounding trees to the ground.

Whoa······ The leaves swayed, the shadows of the trees swayed, and in the night, a large black shadow danced.

"I really didn't expect that the incarnation of this world would be so miserable······· Almost, it's about to start all over again. ”