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

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Wei Hong controlled the fire dragon to fly back and forth around him, illuminating the way ahead while also trying to scare away the weirdness around him.

With his current ninth level of Qi training, he could sustain himself for a long time just by using a few spells, so he didn't need to worry about running out of spiritual power for the time being.

He also followed the principle of saving wherever possible. In addition to using the Fire Dragon Technique all the time, he also used the Fiery Sun Talisman and the Evil-Slaying Talisman as much as possible to kill and deter the monsters.

Ding Xue followed closely beside him and contributed a lot along the way.

The two of them were not in much of a threat, but hearing the various screams coming from the surroundings from time to time, and seeing some monks being mysteriously killed for no apparent reason, they were extremely worried and their nerves were on edge.

"Fellow Daoist Ding, please use your spiritual energy sparingly. You don't have to save the talismans I gave you!"

At this time, Wei Hong did not forget to turn around and remind Ding Xue.

"Don't worry, Brother Wei. I know!" Ding Xue responded with gratitude.

Along the way, Wei Hong led the way, using powerful spells and talismans to scare away the weirdness around them, so that the two of them were not affected at all and always followed behind the Qingyun Sect's group.

However, the other monks suffered all kinds of strange attacks along the way, and the monks behind them could only use various means to protect themselves.

Even so, many monks still fell victim to strange and poisonous creatures. Screams were heard from time to time, and some corpses possessed by strange creatures kept attacking the people around them.

Wei Hong also encountered two corpses that were possessed by strange things, but he killed them both with thundering means.

After entering the strange fog, they kept running in the mountains and forests. Because the Qingyun Sect's group had the Jindan Patriarch in charge and they also had the sect's treasure to protect them, ordinary strange creatures could not attack the Qingyun Sect's disciples at all and were all blocked outside the white protective shield.

In this case, the ones who would suffer the most would naturally be the monks following behind.

Countless monsters surrounded the hundreds of surviving monks, attacking and besieging them frantically.

The deeper they went into the mountains and forests, the more terrifying the things Wei Hong and his companions encountered.

Wei Hong and Ding Xue were fine. Wei Hong had enough talismans in his hand and could continue to hold on, but the other cultivators could not compare with them at all.

The deeper they went into the mountains and forests, the more casualties the independent cultivators behind Qingyun Sect suffered.

An old man with silver hair tremblingly took out the last evil-killing talisman and activated it with great pain. While protecting himself, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but his face looked even older.

Looking at the team in front of him, and then at the endless black fog that filled the mountains and forests, the silver-haired old man couldn't help but feel sad and said with tears in his eyes: "What a sin! I shouldn't have followed the people of Qingyun Sect to escape from the market. It seems that my life will end here!"

Obviously, this person has already regretted it deeply.

Not only this silver-haired old man, many cultivators also felt regretful at this moment.

"Damn it, Qingyun Sect is really not a good group. If we flee with them, we will be almost extinct!"

"They really are using us as cannon fodder. We shouldn't have followed the people from Qingyun Sect!"

"That's right, the Qingyun Sect deserves to be stabbed a thousand times. They are trying to take our lives, but they are completely unharmed!"

"I regret it so much. If I had stayed in the market, maybe I could have survived!"

Now, there are only four or five hundred monks left who have escaped with the Qingyun Sect. They have suffered heavy casualties, with more than half of their members being directly lost. The remaining monks all regret why they followed the Qingyun Sect's team.

They were all struggling at this moment, and if they were not careful they would follow in the footsteps of other monks.

However, the group from Qingyun Sect remained unharmed under the protection of the Jindan Patriarch, which was in stark contrast to the other cultivators who suffered heavy casualties.

Such a scene naturally made the surviving monks feel extremely unbalanced.

But they were helpless. The Qingyun Sect was like a lean camel that was bigger than a horse, not to mention that there was a Jindan Patriarch in charge. They were not something that the casual cultivators could afford to provoke. Even a random foundation-building cultivator could slaughter them all.

Therefore, no matter what these casual cultivators thought in their minds, they could only keep it to themselves and not dare to utter a single complaint.

Even though they knew that Qingyun Sect was using them as cannon fodder, they still had to grit their teeth and follow for a chance of survival.

At this point, even if they regretted, there was no way to turn back. They could only continue to hold on until they got out of the strange fog.

In order to avoid attracting too much attention, Wei Hong began to keep a low profile at this time. He would not use the Evil-Slaying Talisman if he could avoid it, but instead used magical tools and spells to protect himself as much as possible.

He knew very well that those monks who were holding on tightly behind him would definitely try their best to find a chance to survive. He had used quite a few talismans along the way, and he might have been targeted by someone already.

"Hehe, I really want to see if there is anyone blind enough to take action!" Wei Hong sneered in his heart and was already prepared.

Led by the Qingyun Sect's group, they continued running through the mountains and forests, while Wei Hong and Ding Xue followed closely behind.

As they went deeper, night gradually fell.

They were originally shrouded in a strange black fog. As night fell, the surrounding environment became even darker and harder to see, making people feel more and more uneasy.

At this time, under the instruction of the Jindan Patriarch, the people of Qingyun Sect slowly stopped and chose a spacious area in the forest as a place to rest.

Obviously, the people from Qingyun Sect did not intend to continue moving forward in the dark.

At this moment, for some unknown reason, as night fell, the weirdness in the strange fog slowly disappeared, which surprised Wei Hong and others.

"Let's go over there and rest for a while."

Wei Hong pointed to the side where Qingyun Sect lived and walked over.

Ding Xue naturally followed without hesitation, without any delay.

With Wei Hong taking the lead, the remaining three or four hundred independent cultivators in the market town also came to the Qingyun Sect's habitat not far away to stop and rest.

It was already night, so they could only spend the night in the mountains.

"Why did the weirdness in the night become quieter?"

Wei Hong was very confused and full of doubts at this time.

Judging from their previous experiences in the market town, night should be the time when evil spirits appear most frequently.

But now that they were deep in the strange fog, the situation was reversed, which made Wei Hong quite puzzled. After thinking about it over and over again, he still could not get the answer.

"Forget it, it's no wonder that you think too much. This is good. We can rest for a night!"

With this thought in mind, Wei Hong sat down cross-legged in the forest regardless of the dirt and mess.