Thick white fog shrouded around Yangshan Mountain.
Only the bright moonlight can bring little light.
"Little Tianquan" Mo Yuan walked cautiously on the path up the mountain.
Yangshan is a rocky mountain, very steep, with only one path that is two people wide and winds up the mountain.
Walking on such a narrow path, there is a dense fog cliff next to you. The risk factor is extremely high. If your feet are unstable, if you fall, even a monk in the Bigu stage will be in danger of death.
After all, monks in the Bigu stage have only initially cultivated spiritual energy and cannot fly.
Looking at the thick fog in front of him, Mo Yuan felt heavy in his heart.
The reason why he took the initiative to act as a "vanguard" to gather information this time was because he said he was "compensating on behalf of the sect", but more importantly, he still had a trump card in his hand.
A trump card that was enough to allow him to escape from a desperate situation.
But the cost of using the trump card is too high, and it may even affect his future immortality, so he doesn't want to use it unless necessary.
Besides that, the only way to escape from this place is to kill the core demon.
Therefore, he must come to Yangshan.
In this case, there is not much difference between coming early and coming late to Mo Yuan.
However, when he thought of the information told by Taoist Wang Changsheng of Longhu Mountain, his heart became solemn.
"Huhu..."
The mountain wind was strong at night, causing the white mist to billow and making Mo Yuan's robe rustle.
Suddenly, his forward steps stopped and he looked into the depths of the white mist ahead.
I saw a figure slowly coming down the mountain.
The thick fog made it impossible for Mo Yuan to see the other party's face clearly, but he could see the other party's robe that was black and reddish under the moonlight.
The moment their eyes met, Mo Yuan had already pulled out his magical weapon - the paper fan he had been holding in his hand.
The spiritual energy circulated, the paper fan unfolded, and a spiritual energy barrier that was much thicker than the Liuding Liujia amulet unfolded.
But in the next moment, Mo Yuan's pupils shrank into pinpoint shapes.
Because a hand as delicate as white jade had penetrated the spiritual energy barrier and was only half an inch away from his eyebrows.
"It's a good magic weapon, but your cultivation level is too low..."
The deep voice reached Mo Yuan's ears, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
…
The foot of Yangshan Mountain.
Wang Changsheng, Ouyang Qingfeng, Tai Shucang and Fu Shuling each stood in a corner, observing Yangshan.
Suddenly, all four people looked at each other.
Because of the thick fog surrounding Yangshan Mountain under the moonlight, everything from the top of the mountain to halfway up the mountain suddenly turned into pitch black.
It was a darkness deeper than the night, and it was heart-stopping.
Halfway up the mountain, judging from the speed, it was exactly where Mo Yuan was.
The demon on the top of Yangshan Mountain is taking action!
All four are aware of this.
Without hesitation, the four of them immediately prepared to respond.
The mountain road in Yangshan is narrow and not suitable for climbing up the mountain. Therefore, the foot of the mountain with spacious terrain is the most suitable place to meet.
Not long after, a figure rushed out of the black mist that spread to the foot of the mountain.
It was Mo Yuan.
It's just that he is different from his graceful demeanor when he was on the mountain. Not to mention how miserable he is now.
The clothes on his body were in tatters, and his skin was covered with dense scars, as if it had been cut into pieces by a thousand knives. His left hand covered his drooping right hand, which seemed to have been broken.
When he saw Wang Changsheng and four others, he immediately shouted: "Run!"
Upon hearing this, the four of them did not hesitate, turned around immediately, and tried to escape by all means.
But at this moment, the thick black mist suddenly expanded.
Its speed was astonishingly fast, and it surrounded all five people almost instantly.
Being in the black mist, Wang Changsheng's expression changed. He felt the black mist corroding his body, and he quickly took several photos of the Liuding Liujia amulet on his body.
The pale golden shield was propped up, and the black mist was blocked out, but judging from the dim speed of the golden light, a Liuding Liujia amulet could last no longer than thirty breaths!
"Tap tap, tap tap..."
A light footsteps came from the depths of the black mist. Before the owner of the footsteps arrived, the terrifying pressure had spread, making Wang Changsheng's body sink.
He looked up and saw a handsome man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes strolling towards him.
He was wearing a robe with black background and blood patterns, and his long blood-colored hair was casually draped over his shoulders. There was a strange blood flower mark between his eyebrows. The most eye-catching thing was that it hung down to both sides of his body and was thicker than jade. Delicate hands.
"I just need to deal with you..."
The bloody man's voice was filled with some strong expectation, and his eyes were crazy and sober, full of weird contradictions and conflicts.
The moment he saw the bloody man, Wang Changsheng's eyes froze.
He has seen this figure before!
In the scene brought about by the strong emotions after the death of the dragon demon, Yang Jun, who is playing the guzheng on the top of the mountain, has a similar appearance.
The only difference is that the man in the picture has black hair, while the person in front of him has long bloody hair.
"I am Lord Liyang."
The blood-haired man's tone was as cold as ice: "Everyone, let's get on the road."
In an instant, the strong cold spiritual energy spread across the entire place, and the thick black mist surged out from the body of the blood-haired man Li Yangjun, forming a huge shadow that resembled a dragon.
The terrifying power caused the expressions of Mo Yuan and others to change suddenly.
"Foundation building, complete?!"
…
At this moment, the outside world.
The atmosphere was dull.
Especially as some of the Yin Shen Daoists were summoned by the sect Wanli, asking why their disciples died, the situation was further reduced to the freezing point.
Up to this moment, one-third of the nearly one hundred disciples who entered the Gray Realm have died.
Such a horrific level of casualties has broken all the illusions in the minds of the Yinshen Masters.
If looks could kill, I'm afraid Ziyang Zhenren would have died countless times at this moment.
Such a drastic change also made Master Ziyang look pale.
If the disciples who participated in this exchange meeting died because they entered this gray realm, it would be equivalent to wiping out the vitality of the five sects and ten sects in the next few decades at once.
Even Wentianlou cannot bear such a mistake.
At this moment, the projection of the Sky Eye, which had always been a scene of heavy rain, changed.
In the picture, a dragon of black mist roars up to the sky, and its powerful momentum demonstrates its perfect foundation-building skills.
And with the dragon species' foundation building completed, how terrifying is its combat power?
Even two or three monks from the same realm can hardly be his match.
This scene made everyone present feel no luck anymore.
With the appearance of the Dragon of Black Mist, the ice crystals on the surface of the cold water pool degraded and returned to the form of flowing water.
This means that the gray area here has been officially promoted from [thin gray area] to [medium gray area].
In silence, Ziyang Zhenren said in a harsh voice: "The matter has come to this, it is useless to talk about it anymore. Later, I will declare myself a cultivator and enter the gray realm."
