Chapter 540 Official evacuation!
Two months later.
News finally came from Qingyun Sect, saying that they would officially evacuate from the foot of Qingyun Mountain one day later.
This news made the survivors who had been waiting for two months breathe a sigh of relief.
To be honest, they were really afraid that the Qingyun Sect was just talking about it but not really planning to escape.
After receiving the news, all the survivors in Fang City silently made preparations.
Wei Hong and Ding Xue were always paying attention to the news in Fang City. After learning the news of the evacuation, they quickly walked out of the underground palace and waited in the small courtyard to watch the situation outside and be ready at any time. Keep up with the large army of Qingyun Sect.
Wei Hong put everything that could be used in the underground palace into storage bags. Anyway, he had a lot of storage bags in his hand, so he was not worried about not being able to fit them in. This surprised Ding Xue even more.
After coming out of the underground palace, Wei Hong immediately sealed the tunnel entrance completely.
Then, he and Ding Xue meditated and waited.
They have made all the preparations they should make, and now it depends on whether they can really escape.
The next day.
As soon as dawn breaks, the originally ghost-like streets and streets begin to appear in shadows.
These figures were like ghosts in the early morning. Everyone was silent and did not make any move towards each other. They all silently gathered towards the gate of Fangshi.
These figures are all the survivors in Fang City today.
After Wei Hong heard the sound, he stood up silently and said to Ding Xue: "Fellow Daoist Ding, let's go too!"
"good!"
Ding Xue immediately stood up and followed.
Wei Hong has already collected several formations arranged around the small courtyard. No matter what the outcome of his escape this time, he will never be able to return here again, so there is no need to keep these formations. .
After walking out of the small courtyard, Wei Hong and Ding Xue remained vigilant, and then, like other survivors, they walked silently towards the gate of Fangshi.
Figures of people emerged one after another, emerging from every corner.
However, Wei Hong took a few random glances and found that the figures were still a bit sparse, perhaps the total number of people was less than a thousand, or even less.
“I don’t know how many of these people can survive after breaking into the mist!”
Wei Hong sighed inaudibly.
He was not concerned about the life and death of these monks, but this situation made him a little emotional.
Thinking about how prosperous this city was a few years ago, and then thinking about how now there are only a few hundred people left, and they are almost like walking zombies, the difference is as big as heaven and earth.
After arriving at the gate of Fangshi, everyone was waiting silently.
Wei Hong and Ding Xue came a little closer and found a corner to take them with them. At the same time, they scanned the surroundings with vigilance to avoid accidents at this time.
Soon, sharp-eyed people noticed that a figure suddenly appeared on Qingyun Mountain, and soon it turned into a long figure winding down the mountain, approaching in their direction.
"I'm coming!"
Someone immediately couldn't help shouting excitedly.
Everyone's expressions perked up and they looked up. After burning incense, the long dragon winding down from Qingyun Mountain arrived in front of the gate of Fangshi.
The gate of Fangshi had already been opened, and Wei Hong could clearly see through the formation. The long dragon was clearly composed of thousands of figures. When he looked at it, he saw that these thousands of people were all wearing uniform robes, but the colors were different. It's just a little different.
These people are the surviving disciples from Qingyun Sect.
In the center of this long queue, there was an old man with childish face and white hair, wearing a blue robe, holding a white ball in his hands and walking quickly with an expressionless face.
Among the thousands of Qingyun Sect disciples, this person is completely outstanding. He is absolutely impossible to ignore at a glance, and even attracts people's attention deeply.
"Could it be that this person is the Jindan Patriarch of Qingyun Sect?"
Seeing the old man wearing a green robe, Wei Hong couldn't help but murmured secretly.
He discovered that the white bead held in this person's hand was emitting a white light shield, covering all the Qingyun Sect disciples, resisting the invasion of the strange fog.
Moreover, none of the thousands of Qingyun Sect disciples, whether they were monks in the foundation-building stage or Qi-training stage, did not choose to fly with swords or use flying boats. Instead, they all walked, just like mortals, walking quickly in the mountains and forests.
This scene made Wei Hong's thoughts turn rapidly. 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 looked solemn, with a little nervousness and uneasiness. Everyone was holding a magic weapon or holding a talisman, and they were staring at the outside of the shield with great vigilance.
After coming down from Qingyun Mountain Peak, the Qingyun Sect team did not stop, nor did they say hello to the survivors in Fang City, but went straight into the mist.
It seems that if they can go close to Fangshi on purpose, they are already greeting the survivors in Fangshi.
"Quick, follow the Qingyun Sect's team!"
"Let's go, let's keep up!"
"Hurry out of the market and follow up quickly. You must not fall behind!"
Seeing the backs of the Qingyun Sect team breaking into the mist, the faces of the survivors in Fang City suddenly changed, but they did not dare to neglect. They hurriedly shouted and ran out of Fang City, and then quickly chased after the Qingyun Sect team.
"Let's go too, be careful to follow me!"
Wei Hong greeted Ding Xue, attached two magical talismans to his legs and quickly rushed forward.
Ding Xue's face tightened, and she followed Wei Hong closely without any hesitation.
Eight or nine hundred survivors used their own methods to quickly break into the mist.
As soon as he entered the strange fog, Wei Hong felt an irresistible sense of coldness and evil lingering on his body, making him feel very uncomfortable, as if he might encounter a strange attack at any time.
Moreover, the visibility in the mist was extremely low. With his eyesight, he could only see clearly things within ten feet at most. Anything further away would be completely obscured by the black mist, making it impossible to see through.
Wei Hong's face was solemn. He first took a photo of the Fierce Sun Talisman on himself, but found that he couldn't dispel the cold and evil feeling, and his face couldn't help but change slightly.
Then he stopped paying attention, but took a deep breath, took out a spiritual shield from the storage bag, activated it with spiritual power, and the spiritual shield turned into a huge transparent shield to protect him firmly. Behind Ding Xue.
Then, Wei Hong took out two more talismans, handed one to Ding Xue, and said in a deep voice: "Use it immediately, be more careful."
After that, he flicked the talisman, and the talisman instantly turned into a pair of golden armor and completely wrapped it up, looking extremely reliable.
Ding Xue was overjoyed and hurriedly followed suit, activating the talisman in his hand and also receiving the protection of a pair of golden armor.
(End of chapter)