Although Ningxia had been mentally prepared for a long time and knew that this was a "Hongmen Banquet", he was also shocked by this sudden situation.
This game was undoubtedly set up for the impostors, but they were not told that they, the spectators, needed to cooperate. Even someone like her who knew a little bit about it was frightened, let alone others who were kept in the dark?
Lord Zhaohe has involved such a wide range of righteous monks in this situation, isn't he afraid of causing public anger? Their Huyang sect is not as prosperous as before.
If a large number of disciples return here this time and arouse the anger of the entire righteous path, I am afraid that the Huyang Sect will have to experience another siege.
Therefore, the worries and panic in Ningxia's heart are still weaker than those of ordinary disciples. After all, he is a Nascent Soul cultivator. If he has an insight into the situation, he will make corresponding preparations and will not do those unwise things. Otherwise, all these years of cultivation will be in vain.
But intellectual analysis is one thing, and real experience is another. This situation is so majestic, mysterious and strange that it can really scare people.
Being completely unable to analyze the environment and in complete darkness, Ningxia inevitably felt a panic. She couldn't see anything and didn't know what was going on around her. She felt like she was not well.
This is also a problem faced by all the monks who experienced this scene. Darkness is the best place to breed panic and the best soil for terror, because no one knows what others will do to you in the dark.
So at this moment, the unknown intrusion of black energy has become a dispensable concern, and everyone is afraid of the unknown in the darkness.
There were small and noisy sounds, clanging weapons, the sound of clothes being rubbed, the movement of pushing, some shouting in pain, some screaming... There were also some unknown sounds with unknown origins. Just guessing the origin was terrifying.
Anyway, when she first heard a painful groan not far away, accompanied by a dull tearing sound, Ningxia's goosebumps never really went away.
Some people are using the darkness to do things that are invisible to people, and they may have succeeded. Ningxia has reason to believe that if the black energy dissipates for a while, there will be more than one corpse lying on the ground.
Before she was completely blinded, Ning Xia subconsciously grabbed the corner of Lin Pingzhen's robe, which was still crumpled in her hand. So it stands to reason that the person in front of her at this moment should still be Lin Pingzhen.
But the biggest fear in this situation is fishing in troubled waters. There is no way to be sloppy at all.
"Uncle Lin, is that you? I'm behind you."
"Yes, Xiaoxia, I know it's you, so there's no need to pull so hard, it's going to fall." Lin Pingzhen's slightly helpless voice came from the front.
I know it was also intentional. But just waiting for your words, just know that I pulled your robe vigorously to prove that you are who I am. Overreporting by one is probably the scariest thing.
"Can you still hold on?" This is the second question that Ningxia is concerned about. What that black energy is is still unknown. If it has offensive power, wouldn't it be easy for Lin Ping to hold on until now and cause problems?
This is not the time to hold on, they are a group and need to cooperate. It is an extremely stupid approach to squeeze out all the forwards. If they all try to hide, they might just die together in the end.
Ningxia now needs to know his condition and see if it can help him. She deliberately spoke loudly, hoping that people nearby could hear the relevant conversation and see if she could bring out more information. Information about one group is much less general than information about multiple groups.
I don’t know if Lin Ping really understood her intention. She responded in a much louder voice than usual: "I'm fine. The black energy didn't hurt me. It just blocked the surrounding things and I couldn't see anything."
"Uncle Lin, we are here." Someone was inspired and started counting spontaneously.
Some nearby sects began to communicate loudly as if they had received a code, as if this could dispel fear, talking about their current situation. With these loud and traceable discussions, the monks who were originally in inexplicable panic seemed to feel much relieved.
"Uncle Wang, I was pushed aside and now..."
"Senior Sister Chang, someone seemed to want to attack me in the dark just now, but I fought him off..."
"Adi, Adi, where are you?"
"...What's going on? How should I get out?"
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More people extracted the same information from various information, and the black mist of fear seemed unable to penetrate their spiritual barrier, temporarily. Because they couldn't guarantee whether they would be harmed if they took down the barrier, those who were originally on alert continued to be on alert, only a little more relaxed than before.
Against this dark background, not far away, a dazzling fire suddenly appeared. It was real.
"...Who threw the fireball? Please don't throw it randomly? It almost hit me." A high-pitched voice sounded, and the person complaining should be a woman, angry.
"Still can't see anything? This black air is really difficult to penetrate. Even the firelight cannot illuminate that small area, even just a corner."
"Hey! It's pitch black, what are you trying? Throwing fireballs?! There are monks nearby, including low-level monks. If you mess around like this, don't hurt our people."
"...Yes, if you want to investigate, please don't implicate us. This is an ignorant family, and the elders haven't taken it back to keep an eye on it!" The monk who was affected by the fireball was extremely dissatisfied.
They were already very uneasy because they couldn't see, but now there were idiots coming out to cause trouble, and the trouble became more and more chaotic, and it also affected them, making them unable to swallow this breath.
Of course, there are also some different voices, as if inspired.
"...No, my spiritual lamp is completely useless after being set up. It won't even light up. I've obviously poured a lot of spiritual power into it."
"It's not because your lamp happened to be broken, right? Didn't the fire spell just now work? Although it still can't illuminate the surrounding environment, we can see clearly that there is light."
"No, it seems that the light formed by spiritual power is useful. I just used my fingertips to gather the spirit and I was able to gather a little light, but it still couldn't illuminate."
"Yes, my magic weapon can shine, but it doesn't seem to work."
Well, I got another new information. Ordinary light cannot penetrate this inexplicable black air at all.
Intelligence is useful information. But it's bad news... How can this be solved? Wouldn't it be impossible for them to escape?
Moreover, the group of people with the highest internal cultivation levels are completely hopeless. This black energy might also be part of someone else's plan. If it were, they wouldn't come forward to save the siege.
In Ningxia's mind, the only thing she can do now is to wait for the other party to complete their plan, see the scene they want to show, and become a witness to their plan, so that they can completely escape from the predicament.
