Godly Immortality: Start with the Butcher and add some Immortality!

Two months later.

News finally came from Qingyun Sect that they would officially evacuate from the foot of Qingyun Mountain the next day.

This news brought a sigh of relief to the survivors who had been waiting for two months.

To be honest, they were really afraid that Qingyun Sect was just talking but not really preparing to escape.

After receiving the news, all the survivors in the market made preparations silently.

Wei Hong and Ding Xue had been paying close attention to the news in the market town. After learning about the evacuation, they quickly walked out of the underground palace and waited in the courtyard to observe the situation outside, so that they could keep up with the Qingyun Sect's large force at any time.

Wei Hong put all the useful things in the underground palace into the storage bag. Anyway, he had a lot of storage bags in his hands and was not worried about not having enough space. This surprised Ding Xue even more.

After coming out of the underground palace, Wei Hong immediately sealed the entrance to the tunnel completely.

Then, he and Ding Xue meditated and waited.

They have already made all the necessary preparations, now it depends on whether they can really escape.

The next day.

At dawn, the market town that had seemed like a ghost town began to see crowds of people.

These figures were like ghosts in the early morning. Each of them was silent and made no movement towards each other. They all gathered silently towards the gate of the market town.

These figures are exactly the survivors in the market town today.

After hearing the noise, Wei Hong stood up silently and said to Ding Xue, "Fellow Daoist Ding, let's go too!"

"it is good!"

Ding Xue immediately stood up and followed.

Wei Hong has already collected several formations that were set up around the courtyard. No matter what the result of this escape, he will never be able to come back here, so there is no need to keep these formations.

After walking out of the courtyard, Wei Hong and Ding Xue remained vigilant, and then, like other survivors, silently walked towards the gate of the market town.

Human figures kept emerging and came out from every corner.

But Wei Hong took a few casual glances and found that the number of people was still a little sparse. Perhaps there were less than a thousand people in total, or even fewer.

“I don’t know how many of these people can survive after entering the strange fog!”

Wei Hong let out an imperceptible sigh.

He was not concerned about the life or death of these monks, but the situation made him feel a little emotional.

Think about how prosperous this market was a few years ago, and then think about how there are only a few hundred people left now, and they are almost like the walking dead. The difference is like heaven and earth.

After arriving at the market gate, everyone was waiting silently.

Wei Hong and Ding Xue moved a little closer and found a corner to hide in. At the same time, they looked around vigilantly to avoid any accidents at this time.

Soon, the sharp-eyed people noticed that a figure suddenly appeared on Qingyun Mountain, and soon it turned into a long dragon winding down the mountain and approaching their direction.

"I'm coming!"

Someone immediately couldn't help but shout excitedly.

Everyone's expressions brightened and they all looked up.

After a stick of incense, the long dragon winding down from the top of Qingyun Mountain arrived in front of the gate of the market town.

The gate of the market town had already been opened. Wei Hong could clearly see through the formation that the long dragon was clearly composed of thousands of human figures. These thousands of people were all wearing the same standard robes, but the colors were slightly different.

These people are the surviving disciples from Qingyun Sect.

In the center of this long procession, there was an old man with a childlike face, white hair, and wearing a green robe. He was holding a white round bead and walking quickly with an expressionless face.

This person stands out among the thousands of Qingyun Sect disciples. He is absolutely impossible to ignore at first glance and even attracts people's attention deeply.

“Could it be that this person is the Golden Core Ancestor of Qingyun Sect?”

Seeing the old man in the green robe, Wei Hong couldn't help but murmured secretly.

He discovered that the white round bead held in the man's hand was emitting a white light shield, covering all the disciples of Qingyun Sect and resisting the invasion of the strange fog.

Moreover, these thousands of Qingyun Sect disciples, whether they were in the Foundation Establishment Stage or the Qi Condensation Stage, none of them chose to fly with swords or use flying boats. Instead, they all walked, just like ordinary people, walking briskly in the mountains and forests.

This scene made Wei Hong's thoughts race. He seemed to understand something, but he was not sure.

He understood that Qingyun Sect must have their reasons for doing this.

Moreover, each of the thousands of Qingyun Sect disciples had a solemn expression, and was a little nervous and uneasy. Everyone was holding a magic weapon or a talisman, and staring outside the protective shield with extreme vigilance.

After coming down from the top of Qingyun Mountain, the Qingyun Sect team did not stop, nor did they say hello to the survivors in the market town, but went straight into the strange fog.

It seemed that the fact that they deliberately approached the market town was already a greeting to the survivors in the market town.

"Hurry, hurry up and catch up with the Qingyun Sect's team!"

"Go, go, keep up!"

"Get out of the market quickly and catch up quickly. Don't fall behind!"

Seeing the Qingyun Sect team breaking into the strange fog, the survivors in the market town suddenly changed their expressions, but they did not dare to delay. They hurriedly shouted and ran out of the market town, and then quickly chased after the Qingyun Sect team.

"Let's go too, and follow me closely!"

Wei Hong called out to Ding Xue, stuck two magic talismans on his legs, and quickly rushed forward.

Ding Xue's face was tense, and she followed Wei Hong closely without daring to be negligent.

Eight or nine hundred survivors used various methods to quickly break into the strange fog.

As soon as he entered the strange fog, Wei Hong felt an indispellable sense of coldness and evil lingering around him, making him feel very uncomfortable, as if he might be attacked strangely at any time.

Moreover, visibility in the strange fog was extremely low. With his eyesight, he could only see things within a range of ten feet at most. Anything farther away was completely blocked by the black fog and he could not see through it at all.

Wei Hong's face was solemn. He first slapped a Fiery Sun Talisman on himself, but found that he could not dispel the cold and evil feeling. His face couldn't help but change slightly.

Then he ignored it and took a deep breath, took out a spiritual shield from the storage bag, and after activating it with spiritual power, the spiritual shield turned into a huge transparent shield that firmly protected him and Ding Xue from behind.

Then, Wei Hong took out two more talismans and handed one to Ding Xue, saying in a deep voice, "Use it immediately and be careful."

After saying that, he threw the talisman, and the talisman instantly turned into a golden armor that completely wrapped it up, making it look extremely reliable.

Ding Xue was overjoyed and quickly followed suit, activating the talisman in her hand and also gaining the protection of a set of golden armor.