Chapter 1448 A Peaceful World?

In that cursed foggy land, the thick fog was like an indestructible barrier, trapping Wang Xian, Mu Li and his men in a desperate situation.

As far as the eye could see, it was all chaos, as if they were in a terrifying world isolated from the world.

At this time, the tentacles were like crazy black pythons that had escaped from the abyss of hell, twisting and circling in the air wantonly.

Their bodies were thick and twisted, and every swing brought a chilling force, stirring up the surrounding air.

The sharp whistling sound, as the tentacles danced, was like a series of roars from evil spirits in the Nine Nether Hell, drilling straight into everyone's ears, making them shudder and their backs cold.

The tentacles exuded a disgusting stench, and every swing made the surrounding space instantly soaked in the stench, as if even the air became filthy, making people almost suffocate, as if they were in a purgatory full of rotten corpses.

Suddenly, a strange and cold wave spread quietly in the air, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake.

The tentacles, which were already threatening, seemed to have received some crazy and evil instructions and became even more violent in an instant.

They attacked Wang Xian, Mu Li and his men with overwhelming force, like a surging black tide.

Mu Li's men had been seriously injured before, and the wounds on their bodies were still oozing blood, staining their clothes red.

Now facing the overwhelming tentacle attack, their eyes were full of fear and despair, and their bodies were shaking violently and uncontrollably driven by fear.

Although they tried their best to wave the magic weapons in their hands, trying to resist the tentacles that were surging like a tide, everything seemed so futile.

The collision between the magic weapons and the tentacles only splashed a faint light, just like a firefly in the dark night, which seemed insignificant in front of the powerful tentacles and could not cause any substantial damage to them.

"Puff!" With a dull and startling sound, the arm of one of Mu Li's men was severely whipped by the tentacles. The tentacles were so powerful that they seemed to have a great force. In an instant, his arm was torn apart, and blood splashed out like a fountain, drawing a glaring blood line in the mist.

He screamed in pain, and the voice was full of despair and fear. His body flew out uncontrollably like a kite with a broken string, and disappeared in the thick mist that seemed to swallow everything in an instant.

"Ah--"

After a while, his miserable and desperate cry came from the depths of the mist. The sound seemed to be wrapped in layers of this strange mist, and then everything returned to death. The sound seemed to have never appeared, and there was no echo.

Seeing this, another of Mu Li's men felt a sense of determination in his heart and tried to use his magical powers to fight back.

He clenched his teeth, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his hands quickly formed seals, and the spiritual energy around him began to gather.

However, before he could release his magical power, several tentacles wrapped around his body like lightning.

The tentacles wrapped tighter and tighter, and his bones made a "crackling" sound under the huge pressure, as if they would be crushed at any time.

His face showed an extremely painful expression, his facial features were distorted by pain, blood kept gushing out of his mouth, his eyes were full of despair, and he could only watch himself being tortured by these terrifying tentacles, his heart was full of unwillingness.

Mu Li's face became extremely ugly, his lips trembled slightly, and the hand holding the fairy sword in his hand turned pale due to the force.

He knew that he and his men were in a precarious situation at the moment, and every second could be the end of life.

He endured the pain on his body, and every breath was accompanied by a tingling pain, but he still held the sword in his hand tightly, and every swing was accompanied by his desire for life and responsibility to his men.

He tried to fight for a glimmer of life for his men, but in front of these endless tentacles, his power seemed so small.

Each of his attacks could only temporarily repel a few tentacles, but in the blink of an eye, more tentacles surged in, as if they could never be killed. A deep sense of powerlessness surged in his heart.

"Senior!"

Facing the overwhelming tentacles and the desperate eyes of his subordinates, Mu Li finally put aside his pride and shouted for help to Wang Xian.

That cry was full of his helplessness, confusion and hope.

It was particularly clear in this chaotic battlefield, as if it was a cry in the darkness, with a desire for light.

When Wang Xian heard Mu Li's call for help, his eyes were instantly as sharp as an eagle, and his momentum suddenly rose.

A trace of cold light flashed in his eyes, as if he could see through all the darkness.

He held the Emperor Dragon Spear tightly in his hand, and the spear body flashed with a cold light, like a black dragon ready to go, exuding a chilling breath.

The dragon pattern on the spear body seemed to come alive, and as Wang Xian's momentum surged, it seemed to be ready to take off at any time.

Wang Xian tapped his feet lightly, and his whole body was like a stream of black light, instantly shuttling between the tentacles. His speed was so fast that people could hardly see his figure, leaving only a series of blurred afterimages.

"Lightning law, burst with all your strength!"

Wang Xian shouted in his heart, and in an instant, countless purple lightning burst around him, crackling.

Wherever the lightning reached, the tentacles were hit and curled up, emitting bursts of pungent burnt smell.

Each lightning flash contained the power of destroying the heavens and the earth, illuminating the surrounding space like daylight. The dazzling light and the strong smell of burning intertwined, as if it was a doomsday judgment.

The lightning jumped on the tentacles, carbonizing the skin of the tentacles instantly, making a sizzling sound, as if the tentacles were struggling in pain.

At the same time, Wang Xian used the law of space, and where the Emperor Dragon Spear danced, the space seemed to be torn by an invisible big hand, and black cracks appeared.

Those tentacles that rushed towards Mu Li and his men were drawn into this mysterious space crack and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

At the edge of the space crack, the strong gravity pulled the surrounding air into a twisted shape. Once the tentacles approached, they were ruthlessly swallowed up without even a chance to struggle.

From time to time, strange whistling sounds came from the cracks, as if whispers from another world.

Mu Li and his remaining men looked at Wang Xian's figure fighting bravely in the tentacles, and a glimmer of hope ignited in their eyes.

Although they were seriously injured, they tried their best to cooperate with Wang Xian and resist the attack of the tentacles as much as possible.

They knew in their hearts that Wang Xian was their only hope at the moment. As long as Wang Xian was still fighting, they could still survive.

They endured the pain, waved their weapons, and launched weak but firm counterattacks against the tentacles again and again.

As the battle continued, Wang Xian gradually killed most of the tentacles with his powerful strength and exquisite use of laws.

On the battlefield, the charred remains of the tentacles were scattered all over the ground, and the air was filled with a strong smell of burnt and blood.

Wang Xian thought he was about to break through the siege, but just when he was slightly relieved, a light golden tentacle quietly attacked him from behind like a ghost.

The tentacle was extremely fast, bringing a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and the surrounding space was stirred up by it, as if the air could not withstand its speed and was torn apart.

Wang Xian was startled. The moment he sensed the danger, he immediately turned around and instinctively blocked with the Emperor Dragon Spear in his hand.

With a loud "bang", the huge impact force shook Wang Xian back several steps, leaving several deep footprints on the ground.

Wang Xian's arm was also slightly numb, and the Emperor Dragon Spear in his hand almost slipped out of his hand.

The power of this light golden tentacle far exceeded that of other tentacles, and the surface flashed with strange light, as if it contained endless mysterious power.

This made Wang Xian instantly think of the light golden mysterious substance extracted from the "Strange Clan" by blood sacrifice of the Tianjiao of all clans.

Wang Xian stared at the light golden tentacle twisting in the air. The attack of this tentacle had reached the "Immortal Emperor Level", and the lowest level was the "Sixth Turn Immortal Emperor".

This level of attack could already cause great damage to him, and even if Wang Xian did not deal with it seriously, there was a high possibility that he would be killed by this light golden tentacle.

Wang Xian had a strong premonition that he had to deal with this pale golden tentacle as soon as possible. In this fog that even the divine sense could not see, there might be more pale golden tentacles.

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One pale golden tentacle made him feel a little troublesome. If there were more, he might really be left in this world where the "weird clan" used blood sacrifice to sacrifice the genius of all clans.

Wang Xian took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. The power in his body began to run wildly, and the aura around him became more and more powerful and mysterious.

Wang Xian decided to play his trump card - the law of time.

In an instant, a strange light flashed in Wang Xian's eyes, and the time around him seemed to slow down.

He waved the Emperor Dragon Spear in his hand, and several time magics were shot out. One after another, golden light was like a materialized sharp blade, slashing towards the pale golden tentacles.

Under the influence of the magical power of time, the movement of the pale golden tentacles became slow, and the originally swift attack became traceable.

Wang Xian seized the opportunity, and the Emperor Dragon Spear in his hand was like a dragon out of the sea, stabbing at the pale golden tentacles with an unstoppable momentum.

Every time the spear blade and the tentacles collided, a deafening sound was heard, stirring up circles of powerful energy ripples, and the surrounding space seemed to tremble under the impact of this powerful force.

The energy ripples spread, instantly dispelling the surrounding fog, revealing a brief clarity.

After a fierce confrontation, Wang Xian finally found the flaw of the pale golden tentacles with his keen insight and fighting will.

A trace of determination flashed in Wang Xian's eyes, and he gathered all his strength, perfectly integrating the magical power of time with the power of the spear, and stabbed out with a spear, and the light was bright.

This spear contained endless time power, as if to wipe the pale golden tentacles out of the long river of time.

Wang Xian's body leaned forward slightly, his leg muscles tensed, and he gathered all his strength on this spear.

With a "puff", the gun blade penetrated the pale golden tentacles, and the powerful force instantly destroyed them.

The pale golden tentacles turned into countless golden light spots and dissipated in the air, as if they had never appeared.

After dealing with the pale golden tentacles, the other tentacles seemed to have lost their backbone, and the strength and frequency of their attacks were greatly weakened. They became slow and powerless, as if they had lost their souls.

Such a good opportunity, how could Wang Xian miss it?

With a roll of his sleeves, he put Mu Li and his remaining men into his sleeves, and Wang Xian turned into a stream of light and rushed straight to the location of the portal he had seen before.

Wang Xian was extremely fast and arrived in front of the portal in an instant.

The portal exuded a soft light, as if it was the light of hope in the darkness.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Xian rushed directly into the portal.

When Wang Xian rushed into the portal, the tentacles behind him seemed to be blocked by an invisible force, and they stopped one after another, unable to move forward.

Wang Xian, Mu Li and others passed through the portal and came to a brand new space.

It was quiet and peaceful here, the sun sprinkled softly on the ground, and the breeze blew gently, bringing bursts of flower fragrance, which formed a sharp contrast with the dangerous scene just now.

Mu Li and his men collapsed to the ground exhausted, gasping for breath, their faces were full of fatigue, but their eyes revealed the relief of surviving the disaster.

Their chests rose and fell violently, their clothes were soaked with sweat, and the wounds on their bodies were still aching.

They knew that this thrilling journey had finally come to an end for the time being, but they also knew that there might be more unknown dangers waiting for them ahead, but they just wanted to rest and relax now.

Wang Xian ignored Mu Li and his remaining men, and scanned the space with his eyes, searching carefully with his spiritual sense.

The more beautiful things are, the greater the dangers they often hide.

The more peaceful the place, the more terrifying the crisis may be.

In front of this quiet and peaceful space, the sun gently sprinkled on the ground, and the breeze carried bursts of flower fragrance. Everything seemed so beautiful, which made Wang Xian feel more uneasy.

The ‘weird clan’ is known for its blood, cruelty and weirdness. Such a quiet and peaceful space is incompatible with the style of the ‘weird clan’.

Looking at Mu Li and his men who were completely relaxed again, Wang Xian frowned slightly. These guys still need to be brought along. After all, such an abnormal place always needs some guinea pigs.

"Get up, it's time for us to go!"

Wang Xian's cold voice rang in the ears of Mu Li and his men, instantly awakening them from their relaxation, and they quickly stood up from the grass.

Although he needed these guys to be guinea pigs, Wang Xian didn't care too much. After he finished speaking, Wang Xian turned around and walked towards the depths of this space.

The remaining men of Mu Li looked at Mu Li.

Mu Li sighed silently and took a step to chase after Wang Xian.

Mu Li had already explained his decision with his actions, and his men naturally would not have any other choice. (End of this chapter)