“……”

Before Zhou Xuan could say anything, he noticed the "void" around him and began to undergo strange changes.

The pitch-black clouds that could have devoured light and sound, as if in response to Zhang Luo's call, finally began to reveal his true face.

"Look, this is what you call 'Dao Venerable'." Zhang Luo lowered his head and stared at the wriggling afterimage under his feet.

From the dark mist, countless twisted faces emerged, some of them human, and many more of them strange creatures of indescribable appearance, with their mouths wide open and letting out a terrible howl, filling the entire space, breaking the silence in the "nothingness".

There was a hint of desperation in the voice, but more of it was chaos and disorder. Immediately after, countless scarlet rays of light lit up from the mist.

"It's ......"

Faced with an incalculable number of blood-stained eyeballs in the mist, a large mouth full of fangs, and scarlet "blood vessels" floating in all directions, Tuesday Xuan frantically waved his right hand, trying to dispel the "illusion" in front of him, but in vain.

"Don't kid yourself, you should know what this is, right?" Zhang Luo's expression became unusually serious: "'Nameless Mist' - Naioge. Sohep is the god you worship! It's a pity that this guy is not a 'righteous way' at all, but a complete evil way! ”

"Shut up!"

The old man, who had always been resolute, finally lost his original composure completely after witnessing the true form of the "Dao", and a fierce beast-like roar erupted from his thin body: "This must be an illusion created by you!" Demons! ”

Facing the old way that almost lost his mind, Zhang Luo did not retreat, but stepped forward through the bloody mist, stood in front of the other party, and looked down at the other party's shriveled body:

"It's you who went crazy, you think you've found the real 'Dao', but in fact, the Maoshan Taoist Academy that you abandoned is orthodox, and you've found the wrong object of worship!"

Without waiting for Tuesday Xuan to refute, Zhang Luo continued to point out the other party's mistakes, speaking quickly and mercilessly: "How can the real 'Dao' feed on fear? I guess you've been vaguely aware that something is wrong, right? It's just out of my own boring self-esteem and mentality that I can't let my efforts go to waste, so I keep deceiving myself. Look at everything around you, this black mist is not a Dao Venerable at all, but a damn evil god recorded in the Cthulhu Mythos! Nameless Mist - Naoge. Sohepp! ”

"I, let, you, stay, mouth!"

The old man roared again, a tearing sound in his throat. The original energetic appearance was gone, holding his head in his hands and wrinkling into a ball, squatting in the bloody mist that filled his eyes and mouth, his body trembling slightly.

"It can't be like this! This must be an illusion! The true god served by the poor Tao cannot be some so-called evil god! ”

Looking at the old man who was squatting on the ground and howling, Zhang Luo was about to speak, when he noticed a tingling sensation in the back of his head.

Since entering the black mist, the short-haired woman who had been standing behind him without moving suddenly had a bloody light in her eyes, and smashed her right fist into the back of Zhang Luo's head!

"Bang!"

Zhang Luo turned around and kicked the woman directly, only to see her body in a tattered cloth shirt melt and disappear in the bloody mist, and the old man who was squatting on the ground suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"I've long seen that the woman is a doppelganger or something you made." Zhang Luo looked back at Zhou Xuan, who was still vomiting blood, and there was even a hint of pity in his voice: "With this woman's ability, it is impossible to escape from the hands of the black-robed man, and she happened to run in front of us." You're trying to use her as a 'secret weapon' to hide from us, to launch a surprise attack when we threaten you, right? ”

Zhang Luo could see that the short-haired woman who was regarded as a "secret weapon" naturally couldn't have only this ability, as for why she didn't play well just now, it was obviously because the person who manipulated her was on the verge of collapse-

"Ahh

The old man screamed and fell to his knees, even if he still refused to believe what he saw, but what happened just now could not be erased from his memory:

-- After many years of hard work, he finally built this underground city for the worship of the Tao, and he also used the means of evil ways to bring many homeless people under his command and become controlled "believers".

Tuesday Xuan knew very well that it was indeed against morality for him to lure humans and ghosts into the city, and then control them to torture them, so as to absorb "fear", but he never cared.

Because he knows that the purpose he wants to achieve is to save the people in the world.

-- If you can make the Tao strong and obtain its true transmission, you will be able to comprehend the true meaning of the Tao, fulfill the obsession you have had for a hundred years, and become the savior of the whole country and even all mankind!

But now, his incomparably strong conviction began to crumble rapidly:

Compared to things like "no result in cultivation" or "failure in the tribulation", the most terrifying fact for a cultivator with firm convictions is to find that the "right path" he has always believed in is actually a completely crooked path!

Until this moment, Zhou Xuan finally had to admit that what he encountered in Wudang Mountain back then was not a "Tao", but a real evil god!

"What did I do......"

The old man muttered to himself in a low voice, and a line of bloody tears slowly flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Looking down at the pathetic old man, Zhang Luo shook his head.

He still has a lot of respect for this determined cultivator, even if the other party arranged a "secret weapon" to try to plot against him, Zhang Luo did not get angry, but gave him an option to get back on the right path:

"It's too late to turn back now." Zhang Luo whispered.

Hearing this, the old man, who had been wailing, suddenly let out a strange laugh:

"No ......"

At the same time as Zhou Xuan spoke, the scarlet mist around him began to converge on him, dyeing his purple robe into pitch black, and countless eyes and mouths suddenly grew all over his body.

After completing the disgusting mutation, the old man slowly stood up, his waist straight, and he was almost like two people just now.

In fact, now he can no longer be called a human!

"I just want to cooperate with you, but you are trying to deceive my followers." The "old man's" voice brought out a deep echo, causing Zhang Luo's eardrums to buzz: "Since the birth of the universe, no one has dared to do this. ”

"Is he your first believer since the birth of the universe?" Zhang Luo laughed contemptuously, waved his hand and signaled Frankenstein to stand back, but he was still standing in front of the old man possessed by the evil god, without the slightest intention of retreating:

"Nameless Mist—Naog. Soheip, compared to other evil gods, you have few records, no believers, no sense of existence. It's just called a cloud of mist. You should be sad to be this kind of being, right? ”

Speaking of this, a strange smile suddenly appeared on Zhang Luo's face, and then he raised his right hand and raised his middle finger at the great "god":

"In that case, how about I give you relief? Poor worm. (To be continued.) )