Clouds of black mist rolled in from ahead, and hundreds of faint figures flickered among them.

The innocent body, the scarlet eyes, the long hair of each figure is scattered, the clothes on the body are ancient and vicissitudes, as if they have died for endless years, they are not people of this era, nor are they disciples of the monks of the Rakshasa Sect, and they all exude a strange aura on their bodies.

Accompanied by bursts of extremely strong dead air, like a scene of the end of the world, it quickly diffused, and I don't know where to start, but it didn't take a moment to completely submerge the ancient trees in front of me.

A terrifying roar came from the mouths of those figures, and the faces of each figure were extremely hideous, and with great pain, their expressions varied, some roaring in the sky, some terrible and sorrowful, and some with monstrous hatred.

It wasn't really a living person, it didn't have a full body, and almost all of the figures were half-hidden in the mist, with no feet in sight.

Mo Ming felt a strong crisis after seeing it at the first glance, and when he saw the faces of those figures, he suddenly remembered the night attack of the hundred ghosts that the previous disciple of the Corpse Spirit Sect had said.

At this time, although the sky was not completely dark, it was indeed night, and the figures floated in, and the transparent bodies were like ghosts, weren't they ghosts?

"Is this the so-called Hundred Ghost Night Attack?"

Mo Ming was horrified in his heart, listening to the terrible roars in the mouths of those figures, he felt a tingling of his scalp, pores all over his body expanded, and there was a great horror in his heart.

After all, Mo Ming is not an immortal, and he has not been in the immortal cultivation world for a long time, and from the bottom of his heart, he still thinks that he is just a mortal, just like people in the world, he will still instinctively feel afraid when he sees terrifying things.

The scene behind him was too weird, Mo Ming could see it very clearly, where was the black graphite mist really what kind of fog it was, it was clearly so intense that it had turned into a real dead air.

As long as these dead qi are contaminated with a trace of it, no matter how rich the vitality in a person's body is, it will be corroded and swallowed in an extreme period of time, until it becomes a cold corpse.

Looking at these scenes, Mo Ming was cold, and suddenly remembered the anecdotes of gods and ghosts he had heard since he was a child, and it was rumored that there were not only immortals in this world, but also ghosts.

Legend has it that if a person dies with an obsession, his soul will not dissipate immediately, and there will be a chance that he will remain in the world forever. Become a wandering ghost.

At the beginning, I became a ghost, and I was conscious, and I was able to know what it was like to die, but after the obsession passed over time, it would gradually wear out people's minds, and people would completely become a lonely ghost without any thoughts.

Angry and angry, angry that all the living people in this world will perform all kinds of weirdness, revealing them in the extreme yin, bringing great terror to the world.

Those wandering ghosts, that is the existence that can directly hook out the soul through the human body, once a person's soul leaves the body, it is no different from death, only after the cultivation reaches the Yuan Infant Stage can the soul leave the body in a short period of time and not die.

However, if such a situation is encountered, without casting any magic to protect the body, once the physical body is corrupted by those dead qi, even the Yuan Infant Monk will have no chance of survival.

Mo Ming turned around and ran away without any hesitation, instinctive fear prompted him to be highly tense, his spiritual sense was scattered, and he sensed everything behind him.

He didn't know how it all came to be, and where these ghosts came from. But his intuition told him that danger was approaching him step by step, and that if he was careless, he might die on the spot, completely overwhelmed by these ghostly fogs.

"Ahh......h

A terrible scream came from the ghost mist, and unlike the roars of those ghosts, the sound was unusually clear and could penetrate the human heart.

Mo Ming suddenly changed color, and the voice clearly came from the mouth of a living person.

"Has anyone been engulfed in this ghostly fog and died in it?"

Mo Ming let out a low breath, raised his vigilance, and his speed couldn't help but speed up a few points, and the whole person turned into a streamer and rushed into the distance.

At this time, Mo Ming didn't have time to think about whether the spiritual power that he had just stepped into the thirteenth layer of the condensation stage could support him to fly for how long, he just wanted to leave this place as soon as possible, at least to avoid the ghost fog behind him and not be overwhelmed by it.

However, his speed is fast, and those ghost fogs are not slow, rolling in, and the momentum is monstrous, as if to submerge the world, but wherever the ghost fog is shrouded, everything is hidden, and it is difficult to see the void and reality, even the spiritual perception of the past is also blocked by a strange force, so that people can't even perceive what the situation is in those submerged places.

"Whew!"

A faint light shot from the direction of Mo Ming's left, and among them was a young man in a black tights.

The man's face was pale, and there were several blood marks on his chest, and he looked like he was not lightly injured.

"Poison Sect!"

Mo Ming let out a low snort, that young man was a disciple of the Poison Sect, he had never seen a few disciples of the Poison Sect along the way, but he didn't expect to meet him at this moment.

When he first entered this small world, Senior Brother Murong Qingzhuo asked him to pay more attention to the disciples of the Poison Sect and the Corpse Spirit Sect to prevent the sneak attacks of the disciples of these two sects.

Along the way, he had already felt a lot of the ruthlessness of the Corpse Spirit Sect, but the disciples of this Poison Sect had not encountered much yet.

Immediately, Mo Mingxinzong's vigilance rose, at this moment, there was a ghost fog behind him, and if he met this person again, if the other party had any evil thoughts, it would be really dangerous.

Unconsciously, Mo Ming's flight direction deviated slightly, and he distanced himself from the light.

However, his worries were obviously unnecessary, that Poison Sect disciple was in a very bad state, even though he was cultivating in the late stage of foundation building, the aura on his body was vague, and the speed of his flight was not much faster than his.

Moreover, the other party didn't seem to notice him at all, his pale face was anxious and afraid, and a black mist was also coming behind him, and he was rapidly approaching him.

Getting closer and closer, the black fog behind the young man was obviously much thicker than the black fog on Mo Ming's side, and the ghosts in it were screaming, with a soul-stirring aura, and the distance between him and the young man was instantly narrowed.

The next moment, with a terrible roar, Mo Ming's pupils shrank fiercely, and he saw a black mist skeleton of tens of zhang in size behind the young man suddenly come out, and the bloody mouth quickly opened, engulfing the young man in one gulp.

Mo Ming's face changed suddenly, this scene happened too fast, and the young man's scream of death came immediately, which made his heart cold, and his speed couldn't help but speed up again.

"Faster! Faster!"

Mo Ming almost roared out in anger, and quickly ran the Luo Tian Chaos Sutra, inputting all the spiritual power in his body into the flying sword under his feet, making his speed the fastest in his life.

However, even so, it still didn't widen the distance much, and the speed of those ghost fogs was just as amazing.

Just when Mo Ming was in such a hurry, not far from his side, another person rushed out of the jungle, a disciple of the Immortal Valley wearing a blue and white robe.

As soon as the man appeared, he suddenly faced the ghost mist behind him, and then each of his hands pinched out the magic decision, and a delicate pagoda flashed and floated above his head.

"The Nine Heavens Immortal Spirit is guarding the top, the Futu Pagoda is the soul body, the Qiankun Ten Thousand Laws and Evil are difficult to approach, and thousands of ghosts are not afraid to come!

The man roared, and countless golden rays appeared all over his body, and a shield of light the size of a zhang suddenly shot out from the tower, protecting his entire person in it.

And the next moment, when those ghost fog rolled and drowned out, the light shield emitted ripples to block the ghost mist, and from the tower came a burst of obscure sound of the avenue, all the ghosts that came with the black fog all bypassed, not daring to attack him.

"This person can actually resist the ghost fog!"

Mo Ming's face changed immediately, he was very surprised, the shield light on that person's body was not very powerful, but it seemed to be able to restrain those ghosts.

"It seems that the previous disciple of the Corpse Spirit Sect is really true, and the power of this ghost mist is not invincible, as long as there are some magic weapons that specialize in overcoming yin and evil, it is not impossible to dodge!"

Mo Ming said secretly, he saw the extraordinaryness of the pagoda above the person's head, and instead showed a wry smile, the light on his body flashed, and he continued to retreat into the distance.

There are not many magic weapons that can specialize in overcoming yin and evil, but unfortunately, Mo Ming does not have it, he can't face the ghost fog without fear like the other party, so he can only continue to escape!