Mount Tai, the Jade Emperor on top of the Jade Emperor Temple, many disciples and elders of the Taishan Sword Sect, together with the head of the sect Yu Hengzi, are all crowded in this temple.

Outside the Jade Emperor Temple, the fog continued, and the weird and terrifying sounds, like a huge pot lid, shrouded everyone.

Inside the temple, many young disciples couldn't help but bow their heads and sob, and their cries soon became one again, but they no longer had the loud sound they had before.

There are also some Taoists who keep kowtowing to the gods in the temple, begging the gods to save them.

The smell of incense soon filled the temple again.

The strong smell seems to be barely able to give a little false comfort.

But as time went by, the hope in everyone's eyes became weaker and weaker, and despair spread wantonly among the crowd.

"We can't wait any longer!"

"Master! Please let the disciple go out and break through, if the disciple is lucky enough to go down the mountain, he must find help, if he dies, then ask the master to set up a ranking for the disciple, so as not to be the lonely ghost. "The young Tianmen Daoist hugged his sword and petitioned Master Yu Hengzi.

Many disciples in the Jade Emperor Temple raised their heads when they heard this, barely showing some expectant expressions.

Yu Hengzi's face was struggling, although the Taishan faction currently seemed to be the first in Wuyue, but Yu Hengzi knew that most of the younger disciples were mediocre, and although Tianmen was impulsive and irritable, he was chivalrous and was undoubtedly the best candidate for the next generation.

If it is folded like this, I am afraid that the decline of the Taishan faction will be a foregone conclusion.

It's just, it's just going to go on like this... Does it still make sense?

Many people from the Taishan faction have died, and everyone who died was because they planned to break out of the mist and get out of Taishan.

In the mountains and forests outside the temple, some corpses were wriggled with blood sausages, hanging from the black pressed branches.

When the yin wind blew, these corpses swayed gently in the wind, as if they had come back to life.

Some of the people who had been manipulated by the evil people with poisonous blood stood in the middle of the corpses, looking at the Jade Emperor Temple from a distance, and then after a while, there was a sound.

"Master! I hurt so much! My neck hurts so much, can you let me down? ”

"Senior brother, I'm Bai Hongzi, senior brother, come and help me, I can't breathe, come and help me."

"Uncle Shi! Teacher! Help me! I don't want to die, I'm still young, I'm only sixteen, I don't want to die... ”

The screams and wails poured towards the Jade Emperor Temple like a tide, and most of the people in the temple lowered their heads, even though they knew that these were just sounds that tempted them to go out, but they still couldn't help but feel guilty.

And this guilt, under the tempering of the environment, constantly transforms into deeper fear.

When the strong sense of picture generated by association comes to their faces, the suffocation that seems to be hanging by their necks and tearing open their throats swells outward from their souls.

Despair!

Despair that can't be dissolved!

The Tianmen Daoist roared, no longer listened to the master's persuasion, and rushed out of the temple gate with his sword drawn.

In the woods, those who were manipulated, let out a grim laugh.

The Tianmen Daoist took a deep breath and shouted, "Come here, come!" I, the Gate of Heaven, am not afraid of you. ”

A bloody sausage, like a sharp arrow, flew from the dark sky.

Tianmen carried a sword in his hand, barely blocking this blow.

But then, more attacks, coming from the darkness, are like poisonous snakes that have been lurking for a long time, waiting for their prey to fall into the poison cave.

Knock knock!

The dull sound of drums came from afar.

Tianmen was slightly stunned.

Then he saw Yu Hengzi rushing out, grabbed him, and while blocking the sword in his hand, he pulled him back and retreated.

Knock knock knock...

The drums began to beat rapidly.

Above the gloomy and treacherous sky, a crimson light suddenly appeared.

Then the light shone like fire.

"Who is the demon who dares to be presumptuous here?" In a loud shout that shook the heavens and the earth, the figure of a god loomed in the clouds.

But seeing that the god's face was like mutton fat, the tiger-shaped leopard walking, wearing a flaming golden crown, a dragon with a big red robe on his body, and wearing a chain of gold lock armor, he was really majestic and domineering.

Surrounded by fire, it seemed to crush the clouds.

The disciples of the Taishan faction in the Jade Emperor Temple poked their heads out one after another.

An old Taoist burst into tears in an instant.

"It's the third prince of Binglinggong! We are saved! We are saved! ”

Hope was ignited like a flame at the same time.

The fear that surged into the gloom was also suddenly dispelled by this sudden hope.

Three heads flew in the air, staring at the illusory shadow at the same time.

"God?"

"I don't believe it!" The old man said.

"Woo woo, are the slaves going to be bullied? So what should the slave family do? The woman's head looked like it was starting to cry.

"his toad-eyed god and watch me bite him." The child's head viciously rushed towards the statue of the third prince of Bingling Gong that appeared.

It's just this pounce, but it's empty.

The idol suddenly disappeared in mid-air.

In the Jade Emperor Temple, the hope that had just sprung up seemed to have been urgently screwed on the faucet.

However, after a while, colored light hit the clouds, and a kind goddess dressed in a red robe and emitted a golden light appeared above the clouds.

"Bixia Yuanjun! It's Bixia Yuanjun! ”

"Grandma Tarzan! Grandma Tarzan save me! The people in the temple shouted.

The child's head rushed savagely again.

Only this time, he wasn't as free as before.

The screams came from the dark clouds where the child's head rushed in.

"There's a problem, pull him back." The old man was the most treacherous and spoke.

The two heads exerted force together, and the child's head was dragged out of the clouds.

I saw that the child's big face had a line of black blood and tears.

The two eyes, which were originally small in proportion, were completely closed at this time, and they could only scream.

"Tell me, what did you get hurt?" The old man asked the child.

"I don't know! It seems to be a dish... A light! ”

"I don't know! It hurts! It hurts! Kill them, kill them all. The child's head began to splash.

The old man looked at Bixia Yuanjun who was flickering in the clouds, and vaguely began to be afraid.

And the first to 'shrink' is the woman's head.

While she was whining and crying, the head circumference that was originally like a hill began to shrink rapidly.

However, a few breaths are smaller than the old man's head and the child's head.

"Steady, don't panic, there is no God, we are God!"

"These are just lies that they make up to comfort themselves, don't be fooled."

"There must be someone, hiding in the shadows." The old man said.

The child shouted, "Look for him, I'm going to eat his eyes, find him out!" ”

The three heads are in a mess.

However, the changes in the clouds did not stop.

More Tarzan deities began to appear in the clouds one after another.

They are all so illusory.

It seems to be easy to extinguish at any time.

But when you really rush over, you will always be injured by accident.

After a while, blood marks appeared on the faces of the three heads.

The foul-smelling blood rolled down and polluted large swaths of the air.

At the same time, these three heads have also begun to shrink further and significantly.

Their cognition comes from the people who devour them, and the gods on Mount Tai are like the imprints of certain thoughts, which they cannot ignore.

The damage is real, so are these gods really watching them in the dark?