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

next day

In the early morning, the sky was just beginning to dawn.

The black mist began to surge again, and Wei Hong keenly sensed that the weirdness that had been silent for a whole night was sweeping in again.

"Be careful, the weirdness is coming again!"

Wei Hong shouted at Ding Xue who was standing beside him.

After saying that, he once again summoned the spiritual shield and gave Ding Xue a golden armor talisman to activate. Then, he held the evil-killing talisman in one hand and performed the fire dragon technique with the other, directly sweeping away the monster that wanted to approach and invade, and firmly protected him and Ding Xue.

At this time, the group of people from Qingyun Sect also stood up and set off again under the protection of the Jindan ancestor.

Wei Hong and Ding Xue did not dare to delay and hurried to catch up.

The casual cultivators in the market town who had been resting in the forest for a night were naturally panicked when they saw this. Some of them were not on guard and were unable to react in time, so they were taken advantage of by the monster and were directly swallowed up. Several others were possessed and had no breath left, and were obviously dead.

The other cultivators shouted to be careful, and then took measures to protect themselves, and then hurriedly caught up with the Qingyun Sect's group, fearing that they would be abandoned if they were a step slower.

After yesterday's experience, the three or four hundred surviving cultivators in the market town obviously had rich experience in dealing with the situation. The cultivators who had survived until now were not mediocre people, so after setting out again, the screams and roars were much less.

Many monks are traveling silently, while also trying to save their spiritual energy as much as possible. If they encounter a strange attack, they will use various means to deal with it.

In short, the situation seems to be much better than yesterday.

However, Wei Hong felt a little uneasy and puzzled.

"Strange, isn't it said that there are many dangers in the strange fog? If it is only this serious, why did the foundation-building cultivator who was in charge of the market before encounter an accident?"

"If it's just this level, even I would be confident of escaping. Why did Qingyun Sect wait until now to escape?"

"We are such a conspicuous target, why don't there seem to be many weird attacks? Where are they?"

"And what about the giant tree demon from before? Where is it now? Is it still recovering from its serious injuries?"

All kinds of doubts flashed through Wei Hong's mind, and these doubts made his uneasiness gradually grow stronger.

He glanced around vigilantly, but did not find anything unusual.

The weirdness that came today was almost the same as yesterday, so he and Ding Xue could naturally deal with it easily.

After more than half a day, nothing unusual happened. Wei Hong even secretly reflected on whether he was too suspicious.

At nightfall that day, the eerie scene subsided again, and the Qingyun Sect members and the surviving independent cultivators from the market town stayed in the forest to rest, preparing to set off again at dawn.

Because the strange fog at night is much thicker than during the day, and with the cover of night, no one can see more than ten feet away. Even spells such as light spell or fireball that can illuminate the night will be swallowed up immediately when they fly into the strange fog, and not even a bit of light can be transmitted, as if there is a great terror around that can swallow everything.

As a result, they naturally did not dare to take the risk of moving again.

Fortunately, for some unknown reason, the strangeness in the night subsided and no longer took the opportunity to attack these cultivators. This gave the remaining 300 or so wandering cultivators in the market a chance to catch their breath, otherwise they would have been exhausted to death.

There was no conversation that night in the forest.

After last night’s experience, no one made any move that night. Instead, they rested quietly and waited for the arrival of dawn.

Everyone knew that they had been walking in the mountains and forests for two days. Judging from the distance they had traveled, they should have walked a long way, at least passing through most of the area covered by the strange fog. They believed that it would not take long to completely escape from the strange fog.

Of course, this is also because they have the Qingyun Sect leading the way, and they have been walking in the shortest straight line all the way. Otherwise, it is unknown how long it will take to truly get out of the strange fog.

Day three.

As the sky brightened, the eerie fog that was as thick as a black curtain in the night also thinned a lot.

The Qingyun Sect members stood up again and continued to run in the original direction.

They did not suffer any casualties in the past two days, and all the Qingyun Sect disciples were safe under the protection of the sect's most precious treasure.

However, Wei Hong, who was following behind Qingyun Sect at this time, keenly noticed that the expression of the Jindan ancestor walking in the middle seemed to be a little strange, and as time went by, his expression became more and more solemn.

This made Wei Hong's heart skip a beat, and his original uneasiness became even more intense.

"Friend Ding, if anything happens, you must remember to follow me closely and ignore everything else."

Suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, Wei Hong turned his head with a serious face and gave Ding Xue some instructions.

He had already sensed that something was wrong, and who knew what terrible things might happen next.

Ding Xue couldn't help but be a little surprised. She wanted to ask a question, but when she saw Wei Hong's solemn expression, her whole body tensed up and she quickly responded, "I understand, don't worry, Brother Wei!"

Because of Wei Hong's instructions, Ding Xue also raised her vigilance to the extreme at this time.

The journey lasted more than two hours. There were constant strange attacks along the way, but nothing else unusual happened, so Wei Hong and the others were still able to hold on.

And as time went by, everyone found that the fog surrounding them began to become thinner and thinner, and their vision could see farther and farther. Through the strange fog, they could even see the beautiful scenery in the distance.

Those places were not shrouded in strange fog.

"Haha, it's almost there, we're almost out of the strange fog!"

"Hahaha, did you see that? That seems to be the direction of Lingquan Mountain. It's not shrouded in strange fog. We are saved!"

"We are finally getting out of the strange fog. We are saved, we are saved, hahahaha!"

"It's not easy. Fortunately, Qingyun Sect led the way, otherwise we would never have escaped from the strange fog!"

When all the wandering cultivators in the market saw the scenery ahead that was not shrouded by the strange fog, they all screamed and laughed in ecstasy.

Even the thousands of disciples of Qingyun Sect were filled with joy at this moment, and they all breathed a sigh of relief, as if all the worries that had accumulated over the past three days had been thrown away, and it seemed that a bright future was just around the corner.

Only the Jindan Patriarch of Qingyun Sect had a solemn expression, and even looked a little nervous.

Wei Hong's uneasiness reached its peak at this moment. There was no joy on his face. Instead, he was on high alert and even prepared for the worst.

As the saying goes, a journey of a hundred miles begins with a single step. This last leg of the journey is the most difficult.

Wei Hong absolutely did not believe that the countless monsters in the strange fog would let more than a thousand monks leave so easily.

Perhaps the real horror has yet to come!