A sword boat drifted aimlessly deep in the thick fog.
Without the sun, moon and stars for reference, we would not know day and night, and the passage of time is as elusive as the human heart.
Pang Jian sometimes stood at the window on the third floor, watching with cold eyes the drastic changes in everyone's mood.
Every once in a while, the expressions on the faces of the disciples in Jianlou and Black Valley below, and the meaning in their eyes, will undergo surprising changes.
At first, everyone pointed the finger at...him.
It was said that it was because of his unnecessary actions, because he jumped out of the sword boat to chase those green ants, so Qi Qingsong ordered to follow him, causing the sword boat to deviate from the direction.
The accuser believed that without him disrupting the direction of the sword boat, everyone would not be lost and would have arrived at the Forbidden Land long ago.
I do not know how long it has been.
It might have been a few days, or it might have been half a month, but the sword boat still couldn't find its direction and was still drifting in the "strange fog".
The forbidden land, including the way back, seems to be getting further and further away from everyone.
Everyone's patience was being exhausted day by day, and those who took out the spiritual jade and meditated to practice seemed more and more irritable.
"Everyone, stop practicing. Just keep the Gangshield alive. If you can never escape from the mist, what's the point of improving your realm?"
A Black Valley outer disciple suddenly shouted loudly that day.
His eyes were filled with despair. Under the gaze of everyone, he smiled miserably: "Qi Qingsong, the sword boat should stop wandering around. Without directional coordinates, the flying sword boat is a waste of spiritual jade."
"I've tried it countless times, but I still haven't broken through the mist and reached the Forbidden Land?"
"If the direction is wrong, the sword boat will fly for another year and a half, and it will still be spinning in the mist."
Qi Qingsong, who was in the stands on the third floor, frowned.
The person who was huddled in the cabin, responsible for filling the array with spiritual jade and setting the route for the sword boat, also came out after hearing this.
"What you said makes sense."
The middle-aged man named Han Lu from Jianlou said to Qi Qingsong: "Since entering the mist, nineteen thousand spirit jade has been consumed, and I still have thirty thousand available. However, Jianzhou If you keep moving, the spiritual jade will continue to be consumed."
He shook his head and said bitterly: "After all, there will be a day when everything is exhausted."
Qi Qingsong had no choice but to say: "Then stop for now."
"Everyone should also think of ways to see if the exotic treasures in your hands that can communicate can communicate with people outside the mist." Nie You from the Jianlou shouted.
"I've tried it a long time ago, but I can't get in touch at all."
"People are in the mist and have lost all five senses. How can they communicate with the outside world?"
"it's useless."
"..."
The disciples of Jianlou and Black Valley responded with sighs.
On the third floor, in Pang Jian's room.
"Brother Zhou, do you have enough spiritual jade in your hand? How long can it last?"
Pang Jian leaned against the window and looked at the Jianlou and Heigu disciples on the deck. He saw helplessness, confusion, loss and... deepening despair on everyone's faces.
"Just to maintain the existence of the Gangshield, it can probably last for two months."
Zhou Qingchen, who had put on the crimson veil and never dared to take it off, became unkempt again, with a full face of beard.
He couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Who would have thought that this lightning-fast sword boat would be lost in the relatively safe and mysterious mist in the mouth above?"
"Brother Zhou, if you don't have enough spiritual jade, remember to tell me in advance."
"Well, I won't be polite to you."
Zhou Qingchen smiled.
Pang Jian nodded slightly.
He put a thought into the storage bracelet and saw that there were thousands of pieces of spiritual jade, plus...a large number of spiritual stones.
Because he didn't know when he would be able to escape from the "strange fog", and he couldn't establish a connection with the Black Turtle, in order to save the more precious spiritual jade, he had been using spiritual stones to set up small spirit gathering arrays these days.
Then, he used a single spiritual power to form a green shield to isolate his body from the mist.
He was so cautious because the bodies of the seven dead killed by Nie You and Ye Fei had long been corroded into ashes.
This shows that even if there are no brain-eating green ants, if the flesh and blood body is exposed for a long time, it will still be slowly infected by some kind of power in the mysterious mist.
With a thought in his mind, he concentrated on the sword command again.
In the small world within the Sword Order, thousands of figures of fat men in blue waving swords have all disappeared.
Due to the disconnection from the world of purgatory, people as powerful as Li Zhaotian could not continue to inject power into the sword order, and those figures practicing the sword skills disappeared into thin air.
Time passes like water.
I don’t know how long it took.
The sword boat parked in the thick smoke still couldn't find the direction to the Forbidden Land, and didn't know how to return. It could only hope to meet the people coming in from behind.
For example, the Demon Sect, Tianshui Ze, or the sect forces from the first realm.
"call!"
Like a candle extinguished in the wind, the spiritual power shield that a dull Black Valley outer disciple had used for a long time disappeared.
"Wang Ji, you..."
Lu Lianchen from Heigu quickly approached him and shouted strangely: "What's the matter with you?"
"My spiritual jade is exhausted."
Wang Ji lowered his head and said calmly: "I am the first to consume the spiritual jade, but I will not be the only one. Senior Brother Lu, you don't have to worry about me, because everyone will die and it is destined to be difficult to escape from the mist."
"Just like the legend, those who are lost in the mist will eventually die in the mist."
"It will disappear forever."
Raising his head, he calmly looked at Lu Lingchan who took out the spiritual jade and handed it to him, saying: "It's useless. I can't find a way to leave. Death will only happen sooner or later. Junior sister Lu, don't waste resources on me. I...accepted my fate."
He lowered his head and said nothing.
Everyone looked at him with complicated eyes, looking at this man whose living body was exposed in the mysterious mist.
"laugh!"
The golden light suddenly appeared in Pang Jian's eyes, then disappeared quietly.
He shouted from the window on the third floor: "No green ants appeared."
"Wang Ji, tell us how you feel!"
Ye Fei from Black Valley yelled: "You are the first person to not have his brain eaten by green ants and live in the mist! If you can survive, it will prove that everyone does not need to maintain the existence of the Gangshield all the time! In this case, we It can last longer, and maybe it can last until someone discovers it!"
"That's right! Wang Ji, please hold on!"
"No matter what, tell us how you feel, we need to know how to survive!"
"Wang Ji, come on!"
The disciples of Jianlou and Heigu looked at him from different positions, and many female disciples couldn't help sobbing softly when they encouraged him.
Those women were not really worried about Wang Ji's safety, but felt a sense of sadness that they could relate to.
They obviously knew that what Wang Ji was going through now would eventually be their turn.
If Wang Ji couldn't escape, they would also die.
"I……"
Wang Ji, an outer disciple of the Black Valley, silently felt himself, as if he was carefully comprehending the wonder of the mysterious mist surrounding flesh and blood.
Then, he never made a sound again and died silently.
Pang Jian observed carefully and did not see any brain-eating ants.
Like everyone else, he could only see the ubiquitous "strange mist" slowly seeping into the pores of Wang Ji's skin and entering his heart and lungs as Wang Ji breathed.
Wang Ji died so slowly, bit by bit, his flesh and blood slowly rotting away under the gaze of everyone.
Until the dead bones turned into nothingness, like becoming part of the gray smoke.
During this process, the atmosphere on the sword boat became extremely dull.
Wang Ji's death was like the last spark of hope in everyone's hearts, which was severely extinguished.
"He's right, everyone will die from the fog, it's just a matter of time."
"Ha! What the above said, that the Jue Tian Forbidden Land is in a safe and mysterious mist, is simply a lie!"
"The most terrifying mist in the world, the mist that surrounds the entire purgatory, how can they understand it!"
"No matter how much spiritual jade there is, one day it will be exhausted. Everyone should be prepared to die."
More and more pessimists vent their inner negative emotions. Spiritual weapons, clothing, accessories, and all items containing spiritual power have become meaningless.
They draw spiritual energy as much as possible from everything that can draw spiritual energy, with the attitude of living one day at a time.
"Lu Lingchan."
Fang Boxuan took the initiative and walked to the leader of the Black Valley, Lu Lingchan.
He smiled lightly, but said to the woman who looked sharp and mean: "Huang Ying, you are right, I am Fang Xuan."
"I knew it was you!"
Huang Ying sneered.
"You, a slave of the Lu family, never had the guts to talk to me like this before."
Now that the matter has come to this, Fang Boxuan stopped being secretive and said, "Before our Fang family was wiped out, we were always higher than the Lu family among the powerful families in the second world."
He looked at Lu Lingchan's words and said, "You should agree with this, right?"
Lu Lingchan nodded lightly, waved his hand to signal Huang Ying to shut up, and then said: "The reason why the Fang family was purged by the Demon Sect has always been a mystery. Can you tell me why?"
"because of you."
Fang Boxuan said with a smile, but there was no smile in his eyes.
Lu Lingchan was confused: "Because of me?"
"You and I are engaged, but your cultivation talent is so high that it makes the master of the Black Valley extremely happy. Not only does he accept you as his direct disciple, he also plans to make the decision to betroth you to someone in the desolate realm of the Northern Ruins. That person's Master, he personally came down from the first realm to see his bones and qualifications."
"He expressed that he was very satisfied, so he made a condition with the Demon Sect, intending to let me die quietly and end the engagement completely."
"This is to prevent his apprentice from having a grudge in his heart when he knows that I am still alive. He is afraid that it will affect his apprentice's breakthrough."
"My grandfather loved me very much and refused to agree to execute me secretly, so he secretly sent me away."
"So, our Fang family was bloodily cleaned up by the Demon Sect."
Fang Boxuan smiled and told this extremely cruel truth.
Lu Lingchan looked at him quietly first, then sat down and closed her eyes, remaining silent for a long time.
"Aunt Huang, is this really true?"
She turned her back to Huang Ying and asked.
"It's pretty much the same." Huang Ying said coldly.
Lu Lingchan nodded and sighed: "Fang Xuan, I don't know about this at all, I..."
"I don't blame your Fang family. You and I have been family friends for a long time, and this matter is beyond your control. It was your master, someone from the Desolate Realm, and the Demon Sect who contributed to the destruction of our Fang family."
Fang Boxuan couldn't even maintain the false smile on his face. There is nothing more sad than heartbreak. He said indifferently: "It's hateful. I have endured it until now, but when I look back, I find it is meaningless."
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(End of chapter)
