And after Han Qing was rushed out of the void, the terrifying cold made him shiver, and his body was quickly covered with a layer of frost.

Moreover, his internal organs were damaged, and even his bones were broken a lot.

At this moment, Han Qing saw that Ning Xueying also appeared, and immediately triggered the wood brand, instantly absorbing a large amount of vitality, allowing the injury to recover immediately.

But the price is that he lost decades of life.

And if it weren't for this wood brand, if he wanted to recover from his injuries in the same amount of time, he would have consumed at least five times more longevity.

After Ning Xueying rushed into the void, she glanced at Han Qing's side, her eyes shrank slightly, a red light emanated from her body, and her injuries recovered in an instant.

Both of them were suspended in the void space, staring at the debris space that was about to shatter, their expressions were very solemn.

At this moment, a violent roar came from the debris space again.

Suddenly, there was a dense fog of more than 10,000 feet, which directly shattered the void barrier and rushed into the void.

In an instant, the fog turned into the shape of a giant demon beast.

It was made up entirely of this thick fog, with no physical body.

But it's incredibly fast, and its enveloping area is enormous.

Even though Han Qing and Ning Xueying wanted to move at the same time, they couldn't escape and were hit by the dense fog.

Han Qing's body was injured again, and he spurted a few mouthfuls of blood.

In an instant, he sacrificed his sword array, and with the power of time, he dissipated all the fog within ten zhang of the surrounding area.

But in an instant, Han Qing was restrained by the giant beast composed of this dense fog in the depths of his body.

Ning Xueying couldn't escape, and after squirting a few mouthfuls of blood, she was also trapped in the body of this fog beast.

The two of them looked at each other, and their faces were very gloomy.

They didn't expect that they would encounter such a fatal crisis just after entering this huge debris space.

At this time, the situation is simply beyond their control.

Leaving aside whether they can get out of this fog beast's body for the time being, even if they can, in this endless void, there are no specific meteorites, and there are no coordinates, they can't hold on for too long.

At that time, there will be no other way but to give up and leave here.

In that case, it is better to stay in the body of this mist beast with peace of mind and see what kind of existence it is, summoning these skybridge slaves.

Besides, in the body of this fog beast, it can't feel the chill outside, at least it's more comfortable than staying on a meteorite.

When Han Qing thought about it, he completely calmed down.

The speed of this fog beast is hundreds of times faster than that of meteorites.

At this time, it was taking Han Qing and Ning Xueying with it, and it was rushing towards the depths of this demon spirit realm at an extremely incredible speed.

A full month passed, and on this day, Han Qing saw another life composed of mist in the belly of this fog beast, which was a mist giant as high as 10,000 feet, roaring and running in the void.

The direction in which it was moving was the same as that of the fog beast.

It didn't take long for Han Qing to see an army of millions of Skybridge Slaves, also speeding in the same direction.

Han Qing and Ning Xueying were both stunned, were all the Skybridge Slaves in this Demon Spirit Realm gathering in the same direction?

At this moment, in the depths of the void, a huge and majestic mountain suddenly appeared.

This mountain, spanning the void, has countless soul shadows on it, densely packed.

It's like this mountain is a mountain of souls.

These soul shadows, all exuding a mysterious light, they were intertwined with each other, turning into huge soul runes.

Countless soul runes joined together again, turning into a rune that was so huge that it covered the entire soul mountain.

"The Ghost Mountain of the Sky Bridge!" Ning Xueying seemed to think of something, and couldn't help but exclaim.

With her temperament, she couldn't even control her extreme fear and shock, and it was conceivable that this ghost mountain was not simple.

Han Qing was also staring at this ghost mountain, and his pupils shrank into pinpoint shapes.

He saw that on the top of this ghost mountain, there was a huge ancient hall, which was exuding a strong smell of decay.

A sloppy middle-aged man in a long robe, with the sleeves of his robe flying, was floating in front of the ancient hall, holding a sword in one hand and a wine jar in the other, and a sword intent on his body rushed straight to the ancient hall.

"Su ...... Su Mu ......"