The envoy of the Pure Altar turned his head to look and saw that the fog in the farthest distance was only less than two or three kilometers away, and it was about to swallow up the yurt community gathered in the distance.

"Let's go! Save people first! ”

Without saying a word, the envoy of the Pure Altar pulled the golden-bodied Arhat on the side, and rushed towards the direction of the yurt community.

When the two of them came to the yurt community, the tumbling mist had engulfed more than half of the yurt, Sha Wu purified as a rainbow light and quickly shuttled through the remaining yurt to rescue the people, and the messenger of the pure altar stood in front of the tumbling mist, with a look of struggle in his eyes.

Mortals who have never cultivated have fallen into the mist, and they can survive for up to twenty breaths......

In this fog, there should still be many people alive, and there is not much time left for him.

The messenger of the Pure Altar clenched his teeth, his heart was crossed, and he directly crashed into the tumbling mist.

The mist full of dead silence quickly ate away at the faint Buddha light around him, but after three breaths, the foundation of his divine power was loosened, and his face was extremely ugly.

Sure enough, as the three golden immortals said, this mist has a natural restraint effect on divine power, and if he continues like this, it will only be a matter of a very short time for him to fall into the divine realm.

He endured the severe pain, sniffed in the air, and rushed into a yurt, rescued the two dying herdsmen, used a magic method to send them directly out of the fog, and then rushed to the next yurt again.

At this moment, he seemed to sense something, and his body shook violently.

In the surrounding mist, several huge and strange beasts were rapidly approaching here.

The Buddha's light around him was already extremely weak, and the operation of his divine power was intermittent, and it was a little difficult to even urge the Mystic Method, and he repeatedly tried to send the people out of the fog, but they all failed.

"Fuck the Altar Messenger! In this fog, there is no use at all! ”

He let out a low roar, and his previous thoughts came to his mind, and a flash of determination flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly raised his right hand and slapped it towards his heavenly spirit!

Bang——!

There was a muffled sound in his throat, and the looming Buddha light around him automatically collapsed, and his realm shattered from the divine realm, sliding directly to the peak of the "Klein" realm.

At the same time, a demonic wind roared out of his body, and his body swelled rapidly, turning into a black boar the size of a mountain, letting out a loud roar, and his eyes were red like blood.

In an instant, the rich demonic power poured out like a blowout.

At the juncture of life and death crisis, he chose to abolish the divine realm and turn mortal into a demon!

From this moment on, he is no longer the messenger of the Western Heaven Pure Altar, but the terrifying demon who dominated the world thousands of years ago.

Zhu Bajie opened his mouth, and an evil wind poured out from nothingness, directly connecting more than a dozen yurt houses on the ground to the unconscious herdsmen in the room, all of them flew into the huge pig's mouth, and then turned around sharply and rushed towards the outside of the fog!

The moment he turned into a demon, the threat of the rolling fog around him diminished sharply, and although it was still corroding his body, it was much better than before.

This fog, against the gods?

Just as Zhu Bajie was running wildly and thinking about it, more than a dozen black giant shadows emerged from the fog behind themselves, and joined forces to kill it!

This is in the mist, and it is the world where "mystery" is raging, and the appearance of such a striking demonic aura immediately attracted the attention of a large number of "mysterious" people around.

Zhu Bajie, who fell into the realm, had a large number of herdsmen in his mouth at the moment, and he had no intention of fighting them in the fog at all, just using the demon body to resist their attacks, but after a moment's effort, his body was already full of holes!

At this moment, a flash of light rapidly enlarged in front of his eyes.

That's an angry Buddha Vajra!

"Second Senior Brother! You go! I'll stop them for you! ”

The golden-bodied Arhat Sha Wujing roared in a low voice, and against the surrounding fog, he fought with the dozen or so "mysterious" at the peak of the "Klein" realm.

The Buddha's light surged in Sha Wujing's palm, and he tore apart several "mysterious" bodies with his bare hands, but the dark fog was like a god-killing beast, constantly eating away at the foundation of divine power in his body, and the Buddha's light around him became weaker and weaker, and the godhead was also crumbling.

Seeing the golden-bodied Arhat gradually submerged in the mist, the huge pig demon's eyes were extremely red, its huge body rushed out of the mist, staggered on the snowfield for hundreds of meters, and then fell to the ground, and the heavy body shook the entire earth trembling slightly.

With a huge mouth, a large number of surviving herdsmen fell to the ground with the demon wind, and the body of the pig demon shrank rapidly, turning back into its own appearance.

Zhu Bajie was wearing a Buddha robe full of holes, his originally white and chubby belly was now full of blood marks, and a hideous crack in his waist and abdomen was flowing like a river, and vaguely, he could still see the stomach and intestines stirring.

With red eyes, he struggled to his feet, grasped a silver nine-toothed nail rake in one hand, and once again turned into a streamer and rushed into the mist.

"Lao Sha! Resist! ”

……

Knock ——!!

Fighting to defeat the Buddha fell with a stick, crushing several "mysterious" that rushed out of the fog into slag, at this moment, his heart jumped, and the whole person was stunned in place.

At the border in the southwest, the two pillars of divine power that had not appeared for a long time finally rose to the sky, and the last two Zhenguo Divine Monuments had been completed.

The wall of miracles is intertwined and connected, turning into a huge barrier with no dead ends, completely blocking the tumbling fog outside the border line, and several "mysterious" emerge in the mist, as if they still want to rush into the territory of Great Xia, but they are intercepted by the wall of miracles that have reached the perfection of the miracle.

The entire western border has fallen into a dead silence, and in the endless wind and snow, only the Dou Shengfu with the golden hoop stick in his hand is left, and Lin Qiye on the side stands quietly in place.

"Nerd, old sand ......"

Dou defeated the Buddha and muttered, and the majestic divine power rolled out from his body, and he turned into a streamer, speeding towards the snowfield on the southwest side.

Seeing this, Lin Qiye had a bad premonition in his heart, and he followed closely with a somersault cloud.

Soon, a corner of the mist, isolated from the inside of the Wall of Miracles, appeared in front of the two of them.

The wall of miracles completed halfway separated this piece of fog that had already rushed into the territory of Great Xia, and lost the influx of subsequent fog, and this corner of the fog was now like a cloudy mist, gradually dissipating in the air.

There are "mysterious" corpses all over the ground, piled up on the barren snowfield, and at a cursory glance, there are as many as thirty or forty.

In front of the corpses, a blood-stained figure knelt weakly in front of a corpse, blood gushing from his intestines, smearing a large area of blood red.