Judging by the time, it should be late at night.

But the surrounding area is still a pale pink fog, and it is impossible to distinguish between day and night.

Qiao Du pondered for a moment.

He felt that what Qianyun said made sense.

After all, what Ah Xin said to Qiao Du at the time was that he had received some kind of curse, he was immortal, he could recover even if he was chopped into meat sauce, and even, after failing in the Chosen Game, he also survived in Qiao Dui's consciousness in the form of some meme, even if this Ah Xin was pinched out by Qiao Dui's [ghost], but as long as a person still remembers, it is not considered dead, rounded, Ah Xin has indeed gained eternal life.

Such an existence is specific even in Penglai.

From this, it can be inferred that Ah Xin is also a very special existence in Penglai.

Then, maybe Ah Xin's heart left here can indeed play a role.

Qiao Du doesn't have to worry about Ah Xin disappearing, because Ah Xin, who is now attached to the little witch, is essentially Qiao Dui's [ghost], and this heart has no other role for the time being.

"Do you know how?"

Qiao Twilight opened her chest and took out the heart that seemed to be carved out of wood.

"I'll try."

Asamu took the heart and looked at it carefully, as if he was looking at an object that he had not seen for a long time.

Immediately, the light cloud lowered the heart carved from wood into the cloud in the furnace.

The cloud suddenly enveloped the heart of the wood, and then, like a living thing, a thick mist climbed up the arm of the light cloud.

On the back of her hand, black veins bulged, which was painful just to look at.

Immediately, there seemed to be a huge suction force coming from the cloud, pulling and tearing the skin and flesh of the shallow cloud.

Qiao Twilight saw that Qianyun's whole person was swept away by a violent wind with gravel, and was sucked into the cloud and mist in a hideous and terrifying manner, and there was not even any clothes left.

If someone who doesn't know sees it, they will inevitably think that Qianyun has been killed.

But Qiao Du didn't think that Qianyun would die because of this, after all, she herself said that she was the First Emperor, so it would definitely not be so easy to die.

The cloud quickly converged and came to a quiet stop under the furnace.

Qiao Du leaned over to observe and found that in the seemingly calm clouds, there seemed to be thunder brewing.

"Looks like it's a fight."

Qiao Du nodded.

He didn't know what kind of great battle was going on in this mist, but it was certainly fierce.

Xu Fu woke up, his eyes were bleeding and tears, only a cloud of darkness seemed to be blind, and there were some words in his mouth, which could not form a complete sentence, but those words would make people have a headache just by listening, as if someone was gently waking up his sleeping heart with a hammer.

Obviously, Xu Fu has been polluted by foreign knowledge, and whether he can recover his sanity depends on his creation.

Beiluoxi ordered someone to go downstairs to investigate, and found that the fog on Xiandao didn't know when it had dissipated, and it seemed that it was all in the pit below, constantly surging, and I didn't know if it sensed something, and was snatching the last safe place with the nest of the insect swarm.

He put away the things left behind by these Crane Ming Taoists, and also sat next to the Taoist temple, looking at the furnace ding, waiting for the final result.

Qiao Du tried, and the golden silk threads fell from infinity in the distance, but there was no way to entangle these clouds, so he could only give up.

Seven days have passed.

In the middle, Beiluoxi asked people to pass on the book, and sent someone to bring some heavenly treasures back to Xucheng, and at the same time brought some supplies and food, he didn't know how long he would stay here, in case he stayed for two or three years, maybe he would have to build a town here.

But in fact, he didn't have that long to wait.

In the evening of the seventh day, there was a sharp beep in the furnace, which had been motionless.

The tooth-souring sound echoed in the Taoist temple, and people couldn't help but grit their teeth and tremble.

The blind Xu Fu heard this voice, and the words he had been chanting also stopped.

Although he couldn't see it, he also seemed to catch a glimpse of something beyond reality brewing in the furnace, ready to erupt.

Suddenly, the cloud and mist swelled up, enveloping the entire immortal island in the blink of an eye.

From the mist, there were muffled murmurs.

"In this way, you will be in control."

"Why use the secret method of immortality!"

Are you willing to be a clown on stage?"

They just watched, but never helped, we were just discarded pawns."

"You're just bugs running wild on the road to destruction!"

This voice did not belong to the foggy mountains or shallow clouds, it was a voice that Qiao Du had never heard before.

Xu Fu, Nanzhou, Beiluoxi and others were caught off guard, and without any expectations, they were wrapped in these dense fogs.

Qiao Du saw that his flesh and blood were being swallowed by these mist, as if there were countless small insects inside, constantly devouring and gnawing his skin, flesh, and soul.

Suddenly, the people on the fairy island were swallowed up by the sudden thick fog like a medicinal powder melting in water.

"Very good, that's it, very good"

The unfamiliar voice seemed to be content with this, and let out a sound of admiration.

In Qiao Dui's vision, the bright red words rose from the particles of smoke.

[He's hungry, he's going to starve to death, you're confident in your taste, aren't you?] 】

Apparently, the unfamiliar voice controlled the fog, trying to swallow the rest.

Qiao Du estimated that it should be the shallow clouds and the foggy mountains that made the Crane Ming Daoist unable to find the north, and almost failed, so he could only seek strength from the outside and rely on devouring the living to strengthen his willpower.

After Asuimo joins it, the originally silent will is activated.

Qiao Twilight felt like she was about to be eaten.

With an idea, he pulled out a handful of his hair and blew it on the stove in the middle of the mist.

Bang –

In an instant, countless Qiao Twilight was born.

"It hurts, it hurts!"

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"

"I'm going to be eaten!"

Dozens of Qiao Twilight continued to pull out their hair while screaming.

Suddenly, more Qiao Du appeared in the mist.

One to ten, ten to hundred, thousands of Qiao Dusk, making Xiandao crowded.

Of course, there are many Qiao Twilight who have been torn and swallowed by the fog, but one Qiao Twilight has fallen, and there are thousands of Qiao Twilight, and Qiao Twilight's will has been passed down from generation to generation, and more Qiao Twilight has stood up.

In just a few minutes, Qiao Dui's number swelled to the extent that the entire Immortal Island could not bear it, after all, this was an exponential growth, if there was no white mist constantly devouring Qiao Dui, I am afraid that in an hour, Penglai would completely collapse due to the explosive growth of the population.

At the same time, because a large number of Qiao Du was devoured, the will to control the dense fog seemed to have been shaken!

(End of chapter)