Chapter 817: The Disaster of Liuyun River's Destruction

In the small world, Feng Qianwei also saw the sky dark as ink, and she didn't know why she had a bad feeling in her heart.

At this moment, she suddenly remembered her brother Feng Jiumu. He shouldn't have any problems in Hansu City, right?

The Mo Clan guards Liu Yunchuan, and the Soul Requisition Hall is also afraid of the Mo Clan's hidden heritage, and does not dare to be too presumptuous. She felt that it was very safe there. Feng Jiumu should be studying with Elder Tang at the moment, or preparing to go to Cangxue Xianyuan for the necessary items.

"I must be too worried! The atmosphere in this place is so depressing that it makes me a little suspicious."

Feng Qianwei shook her head, feeling that her unease was caused by too much pressure.

At this moment, Liu Yunchuan was already in chaos. When the entire Liuyun River fell into darkness, the city lord Mo Qingyun immediately ordered a trip to hold a ceremony to wake up their ancestors. It's a pity that the speed of the black fog is too amazing, but after a while, the area is completely shrouded.

"Master, what should we do?"

"I'm afraid I can't escape now!"

Liu Lao shook his head and said in despair.

"I'm afraid this is life!"

Tang Lao calmly said that they had tried many times and could not leave at all.

He could face death calmly, but unfortunately failed to send off his apprentices, all of whom were young and had unlimited futures. Now, he wants to end this short life with this bad old man.

"Hey! If I knew I shouldn't be here, who would have thought that such a thing would happen?"

Liu Lao also regretted it too much. He was not afraid of death, but felt sorry for a few young people. At the same time, he also regrets the innocent people outside, and his ability is limited to prevent this disaster from coming.

"Girl! I'm afraid my brother will break his promise! Will you blame me for not keeping my promise?"

Feng Jiumu stood by the window, watching the whole world seem to be swallowed up by the black fog, and the panicked pedestrians disappeared as if they had evaporated from the world.

After he watched them fall into the black fog with his own eyes, the whole person disappeared. He was cold for a while, and in front of this unknown and powerful enemy, they were like ants, unable to even struggle.

"Master! It's here!"

Feng Jiumu clenched his fists, trying to calm himself down. It's not that they didn't try to fight against fate for so many days, however, they tried their best to be unable to leave.

The most terrifying thing is not death, but always being shrouded in the shadow of death, no one knows if they are the next one?

"Child, it's the master who is sorry for you. If I hadn't brought you in, you wouldn't have encountered such a crisis."

Tang Lao looked at the black fog that swept the sky and covered the sky and said in despair.

"Master, this is my own choice."

Feng Jiumu did not regret it, nor did he blame Tang Lao for bringing him here.

When Tang Lao heard his words, he closed his eyes in the dark fog, feeling both relief and regret.

Feng Jiumu watched the black mist wrap around him like vines from under his feet, and the thing he couldn't let go of was his sister Feng Qianwei. She was still pregnant, and his uncle didn't even have time to look at his nephew.

At the same time, the elders of the Mo Clan raced against time to open the high tower surrounding Liuyun River. Because the black fog was too terrifying, many elders disappeared before they could open the tower. In the black fog area, they are almost unable to approach, and it is almost impossible to fully open all the guardian towers.

"City Lord, several towers have been swallowed up by the black mist, and our people can't get close."

"How to do?"

"Has God not given us a chance at all?"

"As long as we wake up our ancestors, we can be saved, but unfortunately now..."