Volume 2: The Demonic World Chapter 460: Escape
Lin Qianxing had no idea what would happen if he was infected by the power of the blood moon.
But for now, nothing seems to have changed.
Maybe this is just like the Wukong Seal in the Wukong Goddess Visualization Atlas, just giving you a mark or something.
After leaving the Blood Moon Palace, Lin Qianxing discovered that the entire Yunlong Sect was in chaos.
It happened too suddenly, leaving no time for anyone to prepare.
Who could have imagined that what was a peaceful place for practice half a day ago is now a disaster area shrouded in devouring fog and constantly attacked by strange beasts?
Soon, Mo Ling arrived with the key disciples of Zifeng Temple, and Master Yunlong was also fully prepared.
A total of more than 10,000 people from both sides began to flee towards the Black Stone Plains.
“Roar~!”
A gigantic beast emerged from the devouring fog, quickly snatched away a disciple at the end of the team, and then disappeared into the devouring fog.
This series of events happened so quickly that even the grand masters of the Yunlong Sect were unable to react.
As for Master Yunlong, from the very beginning he never considered the disciples of the Yunlong Sect other than the true disciples and the supreme elders as his own people, and naturally he was unwilling to waste his energy on them.
I don’t know how many years it will take me to stay in this line of work. If you don’t have the ability, it is only right that you will be eliminated.
On the way, Lin Qianxing and his companions also passed by some human cities, but they saw that those cities were in ruins, with only bloodstains and not even a trace of human corpses left.
Some cities have disappeared entirely.
The devouring fog itself seemed to be connected to another space, in which there were infinite strange existences.
Once you are enveloped by the devouring fog, it means that endless dangers are approaching.
Therefore , the means to shield against fog-eating become particularly valuable.
The number of disciples from the Yunlong Sect and the Zifeng Temple kept decreasing. Two days later, when they arrived at the Black Stone Plain, there were only more than 3,000 left out of the tens of thousands of people who set out at the beginning.
These more than 3,000 people are all cultivators at least above the spiritual level.
Only in this way can they save their lives when the crisis comes.
Lin Qianxing and his group were not the first to arrive at the Blackrock Plains. Jianzun, Leilang, Man San and their group were even faster.
However, the total number of people on the three sides was only more than 5,000.
It was not difficult for Lin Qianxing to tell from their condition how heavy the losses they had suffered along the way.
After asking around in the Blood Moon Hall, Lin Qianxing and the others waited for another half day before Jinmu finally arrived with her followers.
She brought the most people, more than 30,000 people.
However, many of them are just ordinary people who are just beginning to learn cultivation.
"They can't keep up." Sword Master kindly reminded.
Jinmu shook his head and said, "It's right in front of us, we should save it if we can."
No one said much. Anyway, their pace would not slow down. Those who could not keep up would naturally be eliminated.
Soon, the team continued to move forward.
Those who followed Jinmu chanted the teachings of the Wukong Sect, and a faint golden light enveloped their bodies, and they were able to barely keep up with the team.
Lin Qianxing saw the trick .
This was clearly due to the power of some powerful being that was borrowed through faith.
The only belief of Wukong Sect can be Goddess Wukong.
In this doomsday-like disaster situation, their faith will probably become more devout than ever before.
This large group of people continued to move forward, getting closer and closer to the Fuyao border.
The most common problem encountered by everyone along the way was strange beasts.
Those strange beasts that devoured the fog seemed to be endless and kept appearing frequently.
It’s easier to deal with those that are larger in size, but for those that are smaller and have some strange means, if we’re not careful we can easily cause some people in the team to fall, and then implicate a large group of people.
This kind of thing happens more often among the Wukong Sect members. As they travel along, whenever they meet a living person, they will ask them to join them.
However, as more and more people died, the golden light attached to everyone in the Wukong Sect became increasingly intense.
Lin Qianxing seemed to be thinking about something. He thought that Jinmu might not have saved so many people entirely out of kindness.
This group of devout believers is probably what she wants.
As night falls, the tired people begin to rest.
The problems of housing and food were easily solved.
Jinmu, Master Yunlong, Jianzun and others all had space props in their hands. Before leaving, they carried a large amount of supplies with them.
As for housing, that is not a problem either.
Each tent can be automatically assembled and can be taken out and lived in.
The members of the Blood Moon Alliance began planning their escape a long, long time ago, and although their departure seemed hasty this time, they were actually well prepared.
Lin Qianxing sat cross-legged in a slightly higher place, and his own energy completely dispelled the devouring fog within hundreds of meters around him.
However, there is still nothing we can do within this range.
What he was thinking about now was that the ancestor of the Gu family could use his own energy to repel the devouring fog over an entire country. With such a vast area, how strong was his strength?
This time, the ancestor of the Gu family has transformed into an immortal demon. How terrifying is his power?
"Are you here?" Mo Ling's voice came from behind Lin Qianxing.
Lin Qianxing didn't turn around and asked, "How many people are left in Zifeng Temple?"
"More than two hundred people." Mo Ling said.
Zifeng Temple is not a big force, with only a few thousand people in total.
It was only because of Mo Ling's high level of cultivation that Zifeng Temple became famous.
They were able to retain more than 200 people, so the casualty ratio was considered very low.
After all, there are only a little over 2,000 people left in their Yunlong Sect. Add to that Master Yunlong's disregard for ordinary disciples, and there will probably be even fewer people who will follow him.
"What exactly do you think this devouring fog is?" Lin Qianxing sighed.
"I don't know either. Since I was born, I knew that there was Devouring Mist in the outside world. There are countless strange beasts and dangerous things in it. Even for great masters, walking in the Devouring Mist would be in danger." Mo Ling replied.
Lin Qianxing narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly asked, "Do you think the Mist Devourer is a weird thing?"
"A ghost is something different from ordinary things. The devouring fog has always existed, so it shouldn't be a ghost, right?" Mo Ling said.
"How do you know that the Devouring Mist has existed from the beginning? What if there was no mist at the beginning of the creation of the world?" Lin Qianxing said.
Mo Ling did not refute, but just said: "If that's true, that would be great."
Lin Qianxing really wanted to try to use his spirit to attract a wisp of devouring mist over, but when his spirit probed into the devouring mist, it was directly eliminated, and he couldn't get close.
After thinking about it, Lin Qianxing suddenly took a deep breath and wanted to swallow the mist into his mouth.
What's more, although the Mist Devourer was not affected by spiritual power, he could actually affect it directly by inhaling.
“Hoo~Hoo~!!”
Lin Qianxing had a huge lung capacity, and he sucked in wisps of devouring mist.
"Lin Kong, what are you doing!!" Mo Ling asked in horror.
Lin Qianxing did not answer. The next moment, a wisp of devouring mist was taken into his mouth and swallowed.
"Are you okay?" Mo Ling asked Lin Qianxing.
There are people or creatures who consume fog for some reason, but without exception, they are all transformed into strange things.
Lin Qianxing's action at this time naturally scared Mo Ling.
Lin Qianxing smiled and said to Mo Ling, "I think I can answer your question. The Mist Devourer is a strange creature."
That’s right, after Lin Qianxing swallowed the devouring mist, the power of the devouring ghost took effect, allowing him to digest the devouring mist and turn it into his own attribute.
To him at this moment, the devouring fog was a substance like the vital energy of heaven and earth.
However, Lin Qianxing also discovered another characteristic of the Mist-Eating Beast, which is that it only responds to the aura of living beings, and natural aura is useless.
Because of this, popularity can drive away the fog.
He can then use his own air to draw the mist into his mouth by swallowing it.
Lin Qianxing had an idea at this moment, that is, one day, he would use his body to directly devour all the devouring fog in the world, so that there would be no devouring fog in this world.
Mo Ling saw that Lin Qianxing was fine, and she felt relieved.
Just when she was about to say something, a strange ray of darkness appeared under the light of the blood moon at the edge of the devouring fog that was separated from Lin Qianxing and her popularity.
The two of them noticed the darkness almost at the same time, then looked at each other, and understood what had happened.
The black energy of the Immortal Demon has already invaded.
The next moment, the two of them suddenly took off into the air and returned towards the camp.
"The black air is coming!"
Before Lin Qianxing and his companions arrived at the camp, they took the lead in using their mind to transmit a message to Master Yunlong and his companions.
"Why is it so fast?" Yunlong Zhenren and others said with shocked expressions.
They made a quick decision immediately.
Everyone in the camp began to pack up quickly and prepare to continue on their journey.
This time, the incident happened even more suddenly.
When everyone started on their way, the black gas had already chased after them and quickly swallowed up those at the end of the team.
"You'll never be able to escape if you keep going like this." Sword Master said.
"We have no choice but to abandon some people." Master Yunlong said calmly.
Immediately, their eyes turned to Jinmu.
There was hesitation in Jinmu's eyes. After all, it was not easy to cultivate these devout believers. There was no such good opportunity. Normally, one did not know how much effort it would take to cultivate a devout believer.
But her hesitation was only for a moment, and she quickly made a decision.
"Abandon all those who have not established a foundation for the Tao." Jinmu said helplessly.
To establish the foundation of Taoism, that is, the Xuan level of cultivation.
In Jinmu's Wukong Sect, apart from the Ten Spirits, there are probably less than twenty believers who have established a foundation in the Tao.
However, this was something that Master Yunlong had already planned.
From the very beginning, he never considered the sect's monks other than the true disciples and the supreme elders as the same people.
As a result, the front of the team moved faster and faster, and soon, it left a large number of people behind, with only less than three hundred people moving forward madly.
The black gas quickly swallowed up those people. Lin Qianxing looked back and saw that the elder Zou Dan who had introduced him to the sect was also about to be swallowed up by the black gas.
Beside him were Mu Yong, Luo Changliu and others.
After hesitating for a moment, Lin Qianxing's spiritual power spread, carrying Mu Yong, Luo Changliu and others forward.
"Thank you very much!" Luo Changliu said.
He really didn't expect that the good relationship he had established with Lin Qianxing would take effect at this time.
Lin Qianxing devoured those strange creatures from the palace, and now his spiritual attributes are extremely strong. Although he brought a few extra people with him, he still kept up with the speed of Master Yunlong.
However, as the black gas pursued them, they gradually began to lose strength.
The first ones to feel powerless were the ordinary grand masters and Jindan cultivators.
Soon, a cultivator was swallowed by the black air and fell silent after a scream.
"There's no way to escape!" someone cried out in grief.
Then he stopped and was swallowed by the black air.
"Just fight it!"
Someone else couldn't run anymore, so he turned around and rushed towards the black air, saving a decent life.
The number of people in the marching team is getting smaller and smaller.
Soon, Lin Qianxing saw Elder Min Pu, who had been stationed in the Wujing Tower, gave up running away and sat down cross-legged on the spot with a peaceful look on his face.
Then there was Senior Brother Kong Huo, with whom he had met once before.
Faintly, Lin Qianxing saw a big demon with a playful look on his face in the black air.
From the very beginning, it had no intention of letting anyone go.
