Chapter 542 Despair and panic!
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Wei Hong controlled the fire dragon to fly back and forth around him, illuminating the way forward and also to frighten the weirdness around him.
With his current level of cultivation at the ninth level of Qi training, if he only uses a few spells, he can sustain it for a long time. There is no need to worry about the problem of spiritual power exhaustion for the time being.
And he also adheres to the principle of saving when he can. In addition to always using this fire dragon technique, he also uses the Fierce Sun Talisman and the Evil Killing Talisman as much as possible to kill and frighten the weird ones.
Ding Xue has been following him closely and contributed a lot along the way.
The two of them did not receive much threat, but hearing the various screams coming from time to time around them, and seeing some monks being killed mysteriously for no apparent reason, they were really worried and their nerves were always tense. state.
"Fellow Daoist Ding, use your spiritual power sparingly, but there is no need to save the talisman I gave you!"
At this time, Wei Hong did not forget to turn around and remind Ding Xue.
"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Wei, I know!" Ding Xue responded with gratitude.
Along the way, Wei Hong was leading the way, using powerful spells and talismans to frighten the surrounding strangeness, so that neither of them was affected at all, and they followed the Qingyun Sect group all the time.
However, other monks were attacked by various strange attacks along the way, and the monks behind them could only use various methods to protect themselves.
Even so, many monks were still attacked by strange poisonous hands. From time to time, screams could be heard, and some strangely possessed corpses kept attacking the people around them.
Wei Hong also encountered two strangely possessed corpses, but he killed them both directly with thunder.
After breaking into the strange fog, they kept running through the mountains and forests. Because the Qingyun Sect’s ancestors were in charge, and they also had the sect’s supreme treasure to protect them, ordinary strange things were unable to attack the Qingyun Sect. The disciples took action, but were all blocked by the white shield.
As a result, those monks who followed behind were naturally the ones who suffered the most.
Countless strange things surrounded hundreds of surviving monks, carrying out crazy attacks and sieges on them.
So the further they went deeper into the forest, the more terrifying the strange things Wei Hong and the others encountered.
Wei Hong and Ding Xue were okay. Wei Hong had enough talismans in his hands and could continue to cope, but the other monks couldn't compare with them.
The further they went deeper into the forest, the more casual cultivators behind Qingyun Sect suffered heavy casualties.
An old man with silver hair tremblingly took out the last evil-killing talisman and reluctantly activated it. While protecting himself, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, but his face looked even older.
Looking at the team in front of him, and then at the endless black mist that filled the mountains and forests around him, the silver-haired old man couldn't help but feel sad, and said with tears: "What a sin, I shouldn't have followed the people from Qingyun Sect to escape from Fang City. It seems like This old man’s destiny is to be handed down here!”
Obviously, this person has already regretted it deeply.
Not only this silver-haired old man, but many monks also felt regretful at this time.
"Damn it, the Qingyun Sect is really not a good bird. If we follow them to escape, we will be almost dead!"
"As expected, they are using us as cannon fodder. We shouldn't follow the people from Qingyun Sect!"
"Yes, the Qingyun Sect, which deserves a thousand cuts, is going to take our lives to pay for it, but they are not hurt at all!"
"I regret it so much. If I had stayed in Fang City, maybe I could have survived forever!"
Now there are only four to five hundred monks left who fled with the Qingyun Sect. It can be said that they suffered heavy casualties, more than half of them were lost directly, making all the remaining monks regret why they followed the Qingyun Sect's team.
They were all struggling to support themselves at this time, and if they were not careful, they would follow in the footsteps of other monks. However, the group of people from the Qingyun Sect were unscathed under the protection of the Golden Pill Ancestor, which was in stark contrast to the monks like them who suffered heavy casualties.
Such a scene naturally made the surviving monks extremely unbalanced.
But there was nothing they could do. Qingyun Sect was so skinny that a camel was bigger than a horse, not to mention that there was an ancestor of Jindan sitting in charge. It was not something casual cultivators like them could afford to offend. Even a random Foundation-Building cultivator could do it. Slaughter them all.
Therefore, no matter what thoughts these casual cultivators have in their hearts, they can only keep it in their hearts and not dare to express any complaints.
Even though they knew that Qingyun Sect was using them as cannon fodder, they still had to grit their teeth and keep up in order to have a chance of survival.
Now, even if they regretted it, they had no choice but to continue to hold on until they broke out of the mist.
In order to avoid being too conspicuous, Wei Hong began to keep a low profile at this time. He would not use the evil-killing talisman if he could, and instead used magic weapons and spells to protect himself as much as possible.
He knew very well that when he got to the back, the monks who were supporting him would definitely try their best to find a chance for themselves. He had used many talismans along the way, and he might have been targeted by others.
"Hehe, I really want to see if there is anyone who dares to take action!" Wei Hong sneered secretly in his heart and was already prepared.
Under the leadership of the Qingyun Sect and others, they continued to run through the mountains and forests, with Wei Hong and Ding Xue following closely.
As they continued deeper, night gradually fell.
Originally, they were shrouded in a mysterious black mist. As night fell, the surrounding environment became darker and more difficult to see, making people feel more and more uneasy.
At this time, the people of Qingyun Sect slowly stopped under the instructions of the Jindan Ancestor, and then chose a spacious area in the forest as a resting place.
Obviously, the people of Qingyun Sect should not intend to continue moving forward in the dark night.
At this moment, for some reason, as night fell, the strangeness in the mist slowly disappeared, which surprised Wei Hong and others.
"Come on, let's go over there and take a rest."
Wei Hong pointed to the side where Qingyunmen was perched, raised his feet and walked over.
Naturally, Ding Xue followed immediately without hesitation, without any hesitation.
With Wei Hong taking the lead, the remaining three to four hundred casual cultivators from Fangshi also followed them to stop and rest not far from the Qingyun Gate habitat.
It was already night, and they could only stay overnight in the mountains and forests.
"Why, the weirdness in the night has become silent instead?"
Wei Hong was very puzzled and full of doubts at this time.
Judging from their past experiences in the city, night should be the time when weird things appear most often.
But now that they were deep in the mist, the situation was reversed, which puzzled Wei Hong. After thinking about it, he still couldn't get the answer.
"Forget it, no doubt you are overthinking it, this is good, let us have a night's rest!"
With this idea in mind, Wei Hong sat down cross-legged in the forest regardless of the mess.
(End of chapter)