A thick white fog shrouded the surroundings of Yangshan.

Only the bright moonlight can bring a few lights.

"Little Tianquan" Mo Yuan walked on the path up the mountain with a cautious face.

Yangshan is a rocky mountain, very steep, with only a two-person wide trail that winds up the mountain.

Walking on such a small path, there is a dense fog cliff beside him, the danger factor is extremely high, and the foot is unstable, if you fall, even if you are a monk in the Bigu period, you are in danger of falling.

After all, the monks of the Bigu period had only initially cultivated their aura and could not fly.

Looking at the heavy mist in front of him, Mo Yuan's heart was heavy.

The reason why he took the initiative to act as a "pioneer" to find out information this time is of course because of what he said about "compensating for the sect", but more importantly, he still has a hole card in his hand.

One hole card that is enough for him to escape in a desperate situation.

The cost of using hole cards is too high, and it will even affect his future immortal journey, so he doesn't want to use it unless it is necessary.

Other than that, the only way to escape from this place is to kill the core demons.

Therefore, he must come to Yangshan.

Even so, coming early and coming late, for Mo Yuan, there is not much difference.

It's just that when he thought of the information that the Dragon and Tiger Mountain Taoist Wang Changsheng said, his heart was full of solemnity.

"Whirring ......"

The mountain wind at night was very strong, blowing the white mist and churning, which also made Mo Yuan's robe rustle.

Suddenly, he paused as he walked forward, looking into the depths of the white mist in front of him.

I saw a figure slowly descending the mountain.

The thick mist made it impossible for Mo Yuan to see the other party's cheeks, but he could see the other party's robe, which was black and red in the moonlight.

The moment his eyes intertwined, Mo Yuan had already sacrificed the magic weapon in his hand—the paper fan he had been holding in his hand.

The aura swirled, the paper fan unfolded, and an aura barrier that was much thicker than the Liuding Liujia amulet was unfolded.

But in the next moment, Mo Yuan's pupils contracted into a pinpoint-like shape.

Because a hand as delicate as white jade had already penetrated the aura barrier, only half an inch away from the center of his eyebrows.

"It's a good magic weapon, it's just that your cultivation is too low......"

A deep voice came into Mo Yuan's ears, making him feel like he was falling into an ice cellar.

……

The foot of Yangshan Mountain.

Wang Changsheng, Ouyang Qingfeng, Tai Shucang and Fu Shuling each stood in a corner, observing Yangshan.

Suddenly, all four of them looked at each other.

Because of the dense fog around Yangshan under the moonlight, all of a sudden, from the top of the mountain to the halfway point of the mountain, all turned pitch black.

It was darker than the night, and it was palpitating.

Halfway up the mountain, according to the speed estimate, it is exactly where Mo Yuan is.

The demon on the top of Yangshan has done it!

All four were aware of this.

Without hesitation, the four of them immediately prepared to respond.

The Yangshan mountain road is narrow and not suitable for going up the mountain, so the foot of the mountain, which has a wide terrain, is the most suitable place to meet it.

It didn't take long to wait for a figure to rush out into the black mist that spread to the foot of the mountain.

It was Mo Yuan.

It's just that the demeanor when he followed the mountain was different, not to mention how miserable he was at this moment.

The robe on his body was tattered, his skin was covered with dense scars, as if he had been cut by a thousand knives, and his left hand covered his drooping right hand, which seemed to have been broken.

Seeing Wang Changsheng and the four of them, he immediately shouted: "Run!" ”

Hearing this, the four of them did not hesitate, immediately turned around, and tried their own means to escape.

But at this moment, the thick black mist suddenly expanded.

It was so fast that it surrounded all five people almost instantaneously.

Surrounded by the black mist, Wang Changsheng's complexion changed, he felt the erosion of the black fog on his body, and immediately quickly slapped a few Liuding Liujia amulets on his body.

The pale golden shield was propped up, and the black mist was blocked, but judging from the speed at which the golden light dimmed, the time that a six-ding-six-armor talisman could hold on to would not exceed thirty breaths!

"Tread, tread ......"

A light footstep sound came from the depths of the black mist, and before the owner of the footsteps arrived, the terrifying coercion had spread, causing Wang Changsheng's body to sink.

He looked up and saw a man with a handsome face and a sword-eyed eyebrow strolling towards him.

He was dressed in a blood-streaked robe with a black background, long blood-colored hair casually draped over his shoulders, a strange bloodflower mark on the center of his eyebrows, and most notably, his hands that hung down to the sides of his body, more delicate than jade.

"Just need to solve your ......"

The blood-colored man's voice carried a certain strong expectation, and his eyes were crazy and sober, full of a strange sense of contradiction.

The moment he saw the blood-colored man, Wang Changsheng's eyes froze.

This figure, he's seen it!

In the picture brought by the strong emotions after the death of the dragon demon, Yang Jun, who is located on the top of the mountain and plays the zither, is similar.

The only difference is that the man in the picture has black hair, while the person in front of him has long blood-colored hair.

"I am Liyangjun."

The blood-haired man's tone was as indifferent as ice: "Everyone, let's get on the road." ”

In an instant, a strong cold aura expanded the entire audience, and a thick black mist emanated from the blood-haired man's body and surged out, forming a huge shadow similar to a dragon.

The terrifying power made Mo Yuan and the others change their faces suddenly.

"Build the foundation, consummation?!"

……

At the moment, the outside world.

The atmosphere was dreary.

Especially as some Yin God real people were summoned by the sect to ask why the disciples fell, it was further lowered to the freezing point.

Up to this moment, one-third of the nearly 100 disciples who had entered the Gray Domain had died.

Such a terrifying level of casualties has shattered the illusions in the hearts of all Yin God True Beings.

If the eyes can kill, I'm afraid that the Ziyang real person has died at this moment I don't know how many times.

Such a drastic change also made Ziyang Zhenren's face pale.

If the disciples who participated in the exchange meeting died because of entering this gray domain, it would be equivalent to destroying the living forces of the five sects and ten sects in the next few decades.

is so wrong, even if you ask Tianlou, you can't afford it.

At this moment, the projection of the Sky Eye, which had always been a scene of heavy rain, changed.

In the picture, a black mist dragon roared in the sky, and its powerful momentum demonstrated its perfect cultivation.

And the foundation of the dragon species is complete, how terrible is the combat effectiveness?

It is difficult for two or three monks in the same realm to be its opponents.

This scene made everyone present have no luck in their hearts.

With the appearance of the Black Mist Dragon, the ice crystals on the surface of the cold water pool degraded and changed back to the form of flowing water.

This means that the gray domain here has been officially promoted from [Thin Gray Domain] to [Medium Slow Gray Domain].

In silence, Ziyang Zhenren said astringently: "The matter has come to this point, it is useless to say more, and later, the old man will cultivate himself and enter the gray domain." ”