Chapter 283: The Battle of Qingyun (2)

The face of the Sect Leader was gloomy, and a trace of the lunar calendar appeared, and then with a wave of his big sleeves, the thousands of puppets in front of him suddenly shot out, and then disappeared into the black mist.

As these puppets entered, in the black fog below, the sound of ghosts crying wolves came out again, and on Qingyun Peak, those cracks also became much wider at this time, and more black fog poured out of them.

The entire vicinity of Qingyun Peak, after just a few breaths, was shrouded in a black fog as black as ink, and the black fog at this time was much thicker than before. And the slightest fluctuation in the black fog also spread out, and a trace of yin qi emerged, making the entire black fog like a place of unjust ghosts.

Those monks of Qingyunmen, all that was left at this time were hidden in the black mist. Those previous attacks were not too much of a loss for these monks, so at this time, Qingyunmen was still able to maintain an extremely strong formation. It's just that this kind of formation, under the pressure of Tiangang Palace, seems to be much weaker, if it weren't for the power of the formation, I'm afraid these people would have been killed a long time ago.

On the side of Qingyunmen, there were not too many high-level cultivators, and compared to Tiangang Palace, they were much weaker. However, Qingyunmen can use the cover of black fog to help them, and secondly, these monks still have an extremely tacit understanding with each other, and with the cooperation of some low-level monks, it is enough to deal with some high-level monks.

However, the real high-level, when it comes to the Tribulation Realm cultivation, it is not possible to make up for it by relying on the number of people. From this point of view, Qingyunmen was extremely passive at this time. Once those realm robbery cultivators in the Tiangang Hall attack with all their might, they will really be unable to deal with it.

At this time, those monks of the entire Qingyun Sect. All with the heart of death. In this way, a tragic aura, in the black fog, spread rapidly, and it is impossible to say whether this is a good thing or a bad thing.

It is a good thing, because this tragic spirit fully stimulates the potential of all people. The bad thing is that after there is no consciousness of crying for a voice, the consequences are unimaginable.

At this moment, outside Qingyun Peak. The Yin Hall Lord spat lightly in his mouth, "Let's go!" Destroy the Qingyun Gate and take down the Qingyun Old Ghost and Gu Chen. ”

The mighty queue began to rush towards the black mist. All of them are in good spirits. Or a team of flying cars, or a row of flying boats, or a sword, or a foot in the clouds.

Countless people, overwhelming, swept towards Qingyun Peak, smoke and dust rolled along the way, and the roar that shook the sky also spread throughout the entire Fulong Mountain. The shock made the monsters tremble, and the human beings were frightened.

After a while. A group of people came to the edge of the black mist. Although they said that they were ready, when they really saw this black fog as black as ink, everyone still looked frightened, because no one knew what they would encounter after entering the black fog.

Qingyunmen must have arranged many traps in the black fog, and if these people go in, I am afraid that there are not many people who can really survive. However, although he knew that after entering the Dao, there were more deaths and fewer lives, but the hall master had already issued a death order, and he knew that he was dead, and he had to rush forward.

I'm afraid this is something that most monks have no choice but to do. After all, most monks can't control themselves, and can only be controlled by some high-level ones. Being able to cultivate on his own and control himself like Xiao Ling is actually extremely rare in the entire Immortal Cultivation World.

Immortal cultivators generally either belong to the sect or the family, so as long as they start cultivating, they need extremely large resources. And these resources can only rely on the family or the sect. In this way, as long as the cultivation is not too high, it can only be controlled by the family or the sect.

The monks of the Tiangang Palace, which were full of millions, were divided into several directions and entered the black mist in turn. Looking at all the people, they all entered the black fog in turn, and in the black fog, it was extremely calm.

The Yin Hall Lord's face sank, and then his body moved, and he took the lead in shooting towards the black mist. The few Realm Tribulation Cultivators behind him hesitated slightly, and they also set off and shot towards the black mist.

As for the Lord of the Black Palace, when he saw the Lord of the Yin Hall flying to the black fog, the light in his eyes flashed, and after a while, his expression moved slightly, and he also flew to the black fog, but when he flew to the black fog, he took out a communication charm with his backhand, and he didn't know who he was sending a message to.

All the monks of Tiangang Hall entered the black mist, and at this time, the entire black fog seemed extremely calm, except for the gusts of yin wind and the ghost qi of the forest, there was no other movement. In this black fog, it is impossible to see too far at all, even if some people with special spiritual powers, they can only barely see hundreds of zhang away. As for ordinary monks, they can only see a scene at most a dozen zhang away.

Tiangang Hall had already prepared for this, only to see a group of hundreds of people, according to a certain formation, propping up a light mask, protecting everyone in it, marching in stages, and between each group, it was not too far apart, assisting each other to travel. And in each group, there is a strange disc that is used to determine the direction of travel.

Despite this, the yin wind and ghostly aura here are extremely corrosive, constantly eroding the light mask. The mask was getting thinner, and the monks had to use their mana to keep the mask intact. Because everyone knows the Dao, as long as the light mask is broken, they will fall into this yin wind and ghost energy, and if they are not careful, they will be corroded by these ghost gas, and they will become ghosts.

The Yin Hall Lord's face was also becoming more and more gloomy at this time, and the scene in front of him made him feel more and more bad. The black fog here doesn't look like a misty fog. The real fog of the gods is definitely not like this.

The ghost aura here is so strong that even it is fearful. What made him even more frightened was that there seemed to be something in this black fog that was constantly devouring the power of the minds released by everyone.

At this time, it was only a few hundred miles away, and it was still nearly a thousand miles away from Qingyun Peak. Those high-level monks are better, and the low-level monks have consumed nearly twenty percent of their mana at this time, and if they wait until they approach Qingyun Peak, I am afraid that there will be little mana left. As a result, all the monks of the Tiangang Palace, whether they were high-level or low-level, took out spars or pills one after another, and quickly replenished their mana, so as not to lack mana.

After walking hundreds of miles again, seeing that it was only a few hundred miles away from Qingyun Peak, the black fog that had become extremely silent began to roll up sharply, and then countless ghosts and wolves howled, in the black fog, one after another, endlessly.

These sounds cannot be confirmed. Sometimes it seems like it's far away, and sometimes it's like it's close at hand. And these voices are not just a sound, but also a very penetrating sound. After listening to it, people are restless, their movements are slow, and even their mana has signs of solidification.

As the first voice came out, there were more of these voices coming out of the back. And those low-level monks of the Tiangang Hall not only had to urge mana to support the light mask, but also had to operate mana to resist the erosion of these sounds, and for a while, these low-level monks were all miserable and extremely embarrassed.

Under the influence of these voices and the ghostly yin wind, there began to be some light masks, and there were signs of shattering, although the monks inside were urging with all their might, but the effect was not very good.

In a few moments, one by one, the light mask shattered. The monks inside were all low-level monks, and as soon as the light shield was shattered, they were instantly surrounded by the yin wind and ghost qi here.

So a terrible cry came out, but I don't know if it was the monks of Tiangang Palace, or those ghost cries in the ghost qi. Such a scene, in the entire black fog, kept appearing. In the time of a stick of incense, there were hundreds of light shields, which were shattered because of this, and as for those monks of the Tiangang Palace, no one appeared.

Subsequently, the sound of those ghosts crying and howling wolves became more and more and more dense. After a tea time again, in the entire black fog, the yin wind was raging, and the ghost was full of spirits, and there were many monks of the Tiangang Palace, so they fell.

At this moment, in the entire black mist, some buzzing sounds began to come out, and then a white cloud appeared, drifting towards the light shield supported by those Tiangang Hall monks.

After a while, there were a lot of light shields, which were shrouded in these white clouds, and then there was a sneering sound from inside. A moment later, these shrouds of light shrouded in white clouds collapsed and dispersed, and then those ghostly qi and yin winds swept in. Countless terrible screams came out, and those monks who were exposed to the yin wind and ghost aura also turned into piles of dry bones, white and terrifying.

Seeing this, the monks who were still in the light mask nearby were all swaying in their hearts, and a wave of coldness spread rapidly from their bones.

In the time of the incense, hundreds of light masks were broken again, and the monks inside, once exposed to the yin wind and ghost energy, all turned into a pile of dry bones.

Seeing this, the Yin Hall Lord in the back did not change at all, but the rest of the five Tribulation Realm Cultivators had a suspicious look on their faces. Although I have long known that this black fog is extraordinary, it has some cold aura. But the white clouds were all aware of it, and there were white insects inside, which should be the Pluto Worm. It's just a pluto insect, it's just that the Dao of Knowing can devour the power of thoughts, but I've never heard of it, and it can also devour the light shield supported by the monk's mana, so it's really troublesome this time.

However, in a blink of an eye, he saw the indifferent look on the face of the Yin Hall Lord, obviously he had expected this, and there should be some countermeasures, so he was in doubt and relieved.

At this time, I saw the main hand of the Yin Temple flip over, and then a purple round bowl appeared in his hand, and there was a faint beast roar from it. The Lord of the Yin Temple threw the bowl into the sky, and then a magic trick hit the bowl. Then, I saw countless red rays of light in the bowl, shooting out in all directions, and then it disappeared into the black mist. (To be continued......)

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