Eight Thousand Eight Hundred and Eighty-Three Tragic Cases

A few seconds later, Xiao Huo helplessly covered his eyes, not daring to look at the condition of those cultivators in Gucha Mountain.

The Chaos Goshawk clone had obviously left their place ten kilometers away to explore the situation in the Black Evil Land.

Because these cultivators of the Third Realm of True God in Gucha Mountain, their bodies began to be filled with a layer of black mist.

This layer of fog is exactly the kind of thing that makes the practitioners of Gucha Mountain very uncomfortable.

Just now, it was just because of the help of the Chaos Goshawk clone that they were not affected by this kind of thing. But now, the Chaos Goshawk clone has left to explore the situation far away, and these people are naturally affected again.

"You also told them not to leave the ten-kilometer radius of your body, but you ran away on your own. What the hell!" Xiao Huo muttered.

The cultivators of Gucha Mountain let out a groan of pain, and at the same time looked into the sky, looking for traces of the Chaos Goshawk clone.

Of course they couldn't find it, they could only see Xiao Huo who couldn't bear to look at them.

In fact, Xiaohuo's current position is at least one kilometer away from them. However, because of Xiaohuo's own karma, the mist dare not get close, so everyone's sight range has not returned to its original state.

In fact, this also proves that the mist that makes the practitioners of Gucha Mountain feel pain is not the mist containing the aura of the red evil demon that disperses because of fear of karma fire.

Of course, it can also be said that the mist that was afraid of the karma fire and fled frantically, affecting everyone's sight, was not the mist that contained the aura of the red evil demon fairy.

But at this time, no one cares about this thing anymore.

"That clone brother, where did Xiao Cang go?" A cultivator from Gucha Mountain couldn't help but ask loudly.

"I don't know either!" Xiao Huo couldn't bear to look at the miserable condition of these Gucha Mountain cultivators. Now that he heard these people's questions, Xiao Huo wanted to pretend not to hear, but in the end he sighed and said directly He opened his mouth and responded.

"have no idea?"

These cultivators in Gucha Mountain suddenly felt panicked.

They have become accustomed to not being affected by this mist with Xiao Cang's help, but now they are affected by the mist again.

It made them feel so miserable that they even felt that their combat effectiveness would be affected by at least half of it.

"How come you don't know? Didn't Senior Xiao Cang remind us not to leave ten kilometers around his body? Now why has he taken the initiative to leave us? What should we do now!" A third-level True God The cultivators of Gucha Mountain were so excited that they called the Chaos Goshawk clone their senior.

However, it is normal for Xiao Cang to become the senior of these people, whether in terms of cultivation level or time spent in cultivation.

Xiao Huo didn't pay too much attention. He touched his chin and said hesitantly: "How about you guys wait a moment? Xiao Cang should go to explore the surrounding situation. Maybe he will come back soon."

"Can we really come back soon? If we don't come back, we won't be able to bear it." Another Gucha Mountain cultivator said.

Xiao Huo rolled his eyes and said angrily: "These days, you should have patrolled the Dark Evil Land! Without Xiao Cang's help, how could you endure it? To put it bluntly, it's not Because of your own psychological effects, you feel that you can't bear it! Okay, I don't want to talk so much nonsense. As long as you persist, you will definitely be able to endure this pain. "

Xiao Huo's words made the cultivators in Gucha Mountain turn red with shame, and they were so embarrassed that they didn't dare to look at Xiao Huo anymore.

Xiao Huo just smiled faintly and ignored the reactions of these Gucha Mountain practitioners. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then continued to look at Ye Yunlan.

While Xiao Huo was talking to the practitioners of Gucha Mountain, Ye Yunlan had already released the third move.

Under the bombardment of the third move, the original headless corpse team of thousands of people was now less than one-fifth, with only a few hundred remaining.

With such a number, even if Ye Yunlan cannot continue to rely on the hands of the headless corpse at the peak of the Three Realms of True God to destroy the remaining headless corpses, the number of cultivators in Gucha Mountain is still enough to win a fair one-on-one battle. During the battle, kill these headless corpses.

Of course, after the cultivators of Gucha Mountain discovered the fatal weakness of these headless corpses, a one-on-one situation was no longer considered a fair battle. As long as the cultivators of Gucha Mountain did not commit suicide, Then they can basically easily kill these headless corpses without any injuries.

Judging from the current situation, these teams sent by unknown entities to attack the headless corpses in Gucha Mountain can no longer affect Tang Yu's formation.

"Ang~"

Suddenly, a high-pitched eagle cry suddenly sounded, as if it resounded throughout the entire dark and evil land, making people tremble all over and look towards the place where the eagle cry sounded.

This high-pitched eagle cry was made by none other than the Chaos Goshawk clone.

When everyone looked at the place where the eagle cry was heard, they suddenly saw a golden light flying quickly from the void in the distance.

Seeing this golden light, the True God Three Realm cultivators of Gusha Mountain suddenly showed an excited look. They even felt directly that the painful feeling that made them disappear without a trace in an instant.

In fact, at this time, the distance between the Chaos Eagle clone and everyone was far beyond the range of ten kilometers.

Even if the distance of the Chaos Eagle clone has entered the range of ten kilometers, in fact, it is impossible for everyone to immediately feel the disappearance of the painful feeling of being eroded by the fog.

Because the Chaos Eagle clone has left, it must help everyone use its special method again to resist the erosion of this fog.

But it has not done so yet, how can it stop these fogs from hurting everyone!

This can only explain one problem, the pain everyone feels and the decline in combat effectiveness are generally their psychological effects.

"Shua!"

Instantly, the Chaos Eagle clone, which was hundreds of miles away, had returned to the top of everyone's head. Seeing the miserable state of the practitioners in Gusha Mountain, an embarrassed expression flashed across his face, and he immediately helped everyone resist the fog.

At this time, everyone was truly no longer eroded by the fog and felt pain.

"There is trouble!"

After finishing these, Xiao Cang's expression suddenly became extremely solemn. He looked at Xiao Huo and whispered softly.

Although the Chaos Eagle clone's voice was very low, the practitioners in Gusha Mountain were all paying attention to him at this moment. When they heard him say this, their faces changed one by one, and they didn't know where the problem was.

"What trouble?" Xiao Huo was also stunned and asked quickly.

"Within a radius of ten thousand miles, I have seen several waves of headless corpses gathering. Although the strength of those headless corpses is not as strong as the ones we are fighting now, their number is quite terrifying. The smallest team has millions of headless corpses, and the largest team has tens of millions." The Chaos Eagle clone said in a very solemn tone.

"Are they moving to our current position now?" Xiaohuo asked a very critical question.

"Not yet. It seems that they are preparing to gather a certain number of teams before continuing to move here." The Chaos Eagle clone shook his head and said.