Chapter 1885 Mist

"Liang Shuai, according to reports from spies, there are signs of fighting in the dense forest ahead!"

The sound coming from the car window brought Liang Yan out of his thoughts.

He was sitting in the golden chariot with hundreds of phoenixes, and the necklaces hanging around him. People outside could only see his hazy figure, but not his expression.

"What's the state of the Dharma Fighter? Are there any items left at the scene?" Liang Yan's voice came from the Luan Car.

"Reporting to Commander Liang, there were no items left at the scene, and the fighting was not fierce. However, according to General Zhao's inference, there may be monks in the Tribulation Realm buried in the dense forest."

The person who answered him was a young man, wearing armor and carrying a long sword at his waist. His cultivation had reached the early stage of Tongxuan. He was standing outside the car with his hands hanging down, looking very respectful.

This person is the messenger of the Flying Dragon God General Zhao Yi. Zhao Yi was named the left wing vanguard general by Liang Yan. He was responsible for detecting the enemy's situation and surveying the terrain on the march.

A year ago, Nanxuan's army was divided into two groups. The main force went from Qishan Road to Nanshahai to attack Longhu Pass in the lower reaches of Luohe River. The momentum was extremely powerful.

Liang Yan led 100,000 elite troops, detoured around the Tianhuo Plain, marched without stopping, and finally arrived at the rear of Zixia Ridge at the end of the year.

When we arrived here, we were already in the rear of the enemy, and there were many dangers. And everyone in Nanxuan was not familiar with the terrain, so they could only slow down and ordered Zhao Yi and Fuhu Venerable to lead two vanguard armies to find out the information. Wait until the information was found. Take action after the route.

At this moment, the young herald was here to report the situation to Liang Yan.

"Is there any trace of the intervention of the monks in the Transformation Tribulation Realm?" Liang Yan raised his brows, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"We can't be sure, because the traces of the scene have been forcibly erased. General Zhao also sensed the remaining energy and blood in the woods. It is speculated that there should be a body cultivator in the Tribulation Realm participating in the battle. This person was beaten even if he did not die. He was seriously injured, so there is still such strong energy and blood left."

"I see."

Liang Yan nodded, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Liang Shuai, shall we continue to move forward?" the herald asked hesitantly.

"What do you think of those little monsters captured from Yunluo Mountain?" Liang Yan asked without answering.

"They said that after passing this dense forest, about eight hundred miles to the southwest, you can see a black fog. According to the description, behind the fog is most likely the Black Mountain Territory we are looking for."

"Okay, let General Zhao continue to explore the road ahead. The main army will set off immediately. There is no need to detour."

"I obey the commander's orders!"

The young man bowed his head in response, turned around and turned into a ray of light, flying forward.

Not long after, the army set off again, without encountering any danger and everything was calm.

The 100,000-strong army passed through the dense jungle, flew over 800 miles of desert, and finally stopped in a barren swamp.

"Liang Shuai, the place in front of you is where the little demons mentioned."

A soft voice sounded outside the car window, but it was several female cultivators from Yuzhu Mountain. Nan Youyue, Hongyun, and Huangli were all nearby.

Liang Yan nodded, got off the Golden Phoenix Chariot, and looked up.

I saw that this swamp was boundless, stretching for countless thousands of miles. There was no end in sight in the distance, only a black mist filled the air, and no one could see through the scene in this mist with their spiritual consciousness.

"Black Mountain Territory, monks' tombs, evil ghosts eat human flesh, and bones are buried in the abyss. Even if there is a mysterious method, it is impossible to escape the cage of life and death."

Liang Yan looked at the endless black fog and murmured to himself.

This is a ballad passed down by word of mouth from some nearby cultivation sects, describing the strangeness of the Black Mountain Territory.

Of course, all fears stem from their own lack of strength. Among the cultivation sects that once existed nearby, the one with the highest cultivation level was Zhenjun Tongxuan. He was naturally wary of unknown areas like the Black Mountain Territory.

But like Dan Yangsheng, who possesses powerful power, he is not afraid of the strange things in the Black Mountain Territory, and even personally leads an army to suppress the alien races in the mountains.

"Liang Shuai, I think this fog is a bit strange and cannot be detected by spiritual consciousness. Why don't we send someone to explore the way first, and then let the army move forward after finding the right direction?" Hong Yun said thoughtfully.

"No need."

Liang Yan shook his head, and with a thought, an unimaginably huge power of divine consciousness spread quietly, and soon penetrated deep into the fog ahead.

Several people around him noticed this unusual power of consciousness, and they all showed surprised expressions on their faces.

"What a powerful power of consciousness! Even a monk in the sub-holy realm can only do this, right?"

"It seems that Liang Shuai's cultivation has improved again!"

Nan Youyue, Hongyun, Huangli and others looked at each other, smiled slightly, and said nothing, quietly waiting for Liang Yan's detection results.

After a while, Liang Yan withdrew his consciousness and muttered: "Other than covering up the consciousness, this black mist does not cause much harm. Even the monks at the Golden Core Realm can resist it, so there is no need to divide the troops for detection. The entire army Move forward so as not to delay your journey.”

After thinking for a while, he added: "Just in case, let the four generals Tianxie Demon Lord, Tang Qianzhi, Su Muyun, and Wei Wuming each hold a 'Xuanyuan Heavenly Pot', and let the light of the pot connect into one, covering the main force. Army, let Zhao Yi and Venerable Fuhu clear the way. If there is any trouble, report it to me immediately."

The Xuanyuan Tianhu is the most precious treasure of Xuanyuan City. It was awarded to Zhao Yi by Ancient Heaven and asked him to bring Liang Yan to help.

As long as four monks with advanced cultivation level activate it at the same time, Xuanyuan Divine Light can be released from this treasure pot. The divine light is connected together like an indestructible city wall. Unless the four monks in charge of the pot are defeated at the same time, this can not be broken. defense.

"Take orders!"

Huangli responded, took his command, and went to report to the generals in the southeast, northwest, and northwest.

Not long after, a ray of yellow mist appeared in all directions, but it was the light of the Xuanyuan Heavenly Pot. They merged into each other to form an indestructible yellow shield wall, enveloping a hundred thousand troops.

With the protection of Xuanyuan Huguang, everyone felt at ease. Under the leadership of the major generals, they slowly marched towards the black mist in the distance.

The fog was deep and dark. When the army entered it, they felt that they were surrounded by gray. They could only see areas within a hundred feet, and could not see anything further away.

For the sake of caution, the army slowed down.

Zhao Yi and the left and right vanguards led by Venerable Fuhu were at the forefront. Both of them were very alert and used their spiritual senses to carefully explore the surroundings, not daring to let go of anything suspicious.

Suddenly, a faint sound of crying came from the fog ahead.

"General, there seems to be something strange ahead. Do you want to inform Liang Shuai and let the army take a detour?" A young lieutenant beside Zhao Yi asked.

Zhao Yi's face was solemn, he pinched a spell in his hand, and his consciousness spread forward, but he saw a heavy black mist, making it difficult to see the scene in the distance.

After pondering for a moment, he slowly said: "A lot of time has been wasted, it is not appropriate to take another detour. I will take a group of elite soldiers to explore the road first. If there is anything abnormal, I will report it to the commander immediately."

"good."

After receiving the order, the young lieutenant immediately ordered a team of fifty people from the army. These fifty people were all Zhenjun Tongxuan, and they cooperated tacitly and were good at using formations to fight the enemy.

Zhao Yi led the team, left the army, and flew forward at low altitude for hundreds of miles, only to hear the crying becoming more and more miserable and clearer.

Under the influence of the crying, several Tongxuan Zhenjun with lower cultivation levels were confused and their eyes gradually became confused.

Not long after, these people actually left the team, their eyes were dull, and they took the initiative to fly towards the source of the crying.

Zhao Yi saw this scene in his eyes and did not try to wake up the fascinated monks. He winked with a few others and followed them from a distance.

After flying another twenty or thirty miles, several figures appeared in the fog ahead.

Zhao Yi looked from a distance and found that there were four people in the fog. One of them was lying on the ground and seemed to be dying. The other three were kneeling beside that person with their heads buried. They couldn't see clearly their movements, but their shoulders were twitching. , looking like he was crying.

Looking at the monks who were confused by the cries, they all accelerated their escape speed and flew quickly towards the figure in the mist, with anxious looks in their eyes.

"wake up!"

The Flying Dragon God General shouted loudly and used his true energy. He only heard the faint roar of a dragon in the air, causing the bewildered monks to stop their escape and froze in place.

After a while, these people woke up and looked back at the people following them, with confusion in their eyes.

"General Zhao, what's going on? What's wrong with me?"

"careful!"

Zhao Yi suddenly shouted loudly and without any time to explain, he jumped out and stabbed forward with the silver spear in his hand.

A bit of cold light bloomed in mid-air, and fierce zhenqi stabbed behind those people, erupting with a loud noise.

Boom!

The monks were all knocked upside down by the aftermath of the true energy. They finally managed to stabilize their bodies. When they looked back, they were shocked.

I saw six strange faces appearing in mid-air. They were as flat as paper, but they were all about the size of door panels.

Taking a closer look, I found that these strange faces seemed to be made of dark water, with extremely large mouths. They seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and looking like crying but not crying. The monk who was closest just now was almost swallowed by the strange faces. Fortunately, Zhao Yi took action in time and saved him. The "Flying Dragon Holy Qi" shattered those strange faces one by one.

"What are these things?"

Everyone was surprised, but before they could react, the swamp below opened again, spewing out streams of extremely smelly black water.

The black water twisted and squirmed in mid-air, and soon condensed into a human shape. Each one exuded a putrid smell, and they bared their teeth and claws and pounced on everyone.

Seeing this strange scene, all the generals were a little shocked and took a step back involuntarily.

But the Flying Dragon God General did not retreat but advanced. He sneered and stabbed with the spear in his hand.

The "Flying Dragon Holy Qi" surged out, and with just one shot, it pierced one of the black figures.

The black shadow hung on his spear, dancing around and making strange "harsh" sounds from his mouth, looking very crazy.

But as Zhao Yi shook the gun barrel in his hand, the true energy invaded the black shadow's body, and its limbs soon hung down feebly. Later, the black water covering the body gradually faded away, revealing his true appearance, which turned out to be a naked middle-aged man.

"See, these things are just like us, they have flesh and blood, and they can also be killed!"

Seeing the Flying Dragon God General carrying the opponent's body on his shoulders, the monks in the team calmed down and the fear in their hearts gradually dissipated.

"Yeah. If you look closely, they don't seem to be that strong."

A group of monks stabilized their position, formed a formation under the leadership of Zhao Yi, and began to fight against the black shadows that were besieging them from all directions.

Although these shadows were numerous in number, their individual strength was indeed not strong. After several rounds of attacks, none of Zhao Yi's men were harmed, but hundreds of shadows were killed.

However, these black figures are so crazy that they don't care about their own lives. Even if they see the compatriots in front of them being killed, they will not hesitate to pounce on them. This continuous advance trapped Zhao Yi's troops in place for a while.

"Strange, what's wrong with these people? They look like crazy. Are they being manipulated?"

Zhao Yi was fighting fiercely and thinking secretly. Suddenly he turned his eyes and looked at the three figures who were still crying in the mist in the distance.

"Hmph, you are pretending to be a fool, I want to see what kind of tricks you are playing!"

With a cold snort, Zhao Yi put the two spears in his hands together, and the "Tianlong Holy Qi" suddenly burst out, and saw the golden and silver glow piercing the black fog and stabbing straight in the direction of the three figures!

Taking advantage of the opportunity for the true energy to burst out and tear apart the black mist, Zhao Yi finally saw clearly what the three people looked like.

I saw three aliens, with long and narrow ears and sharp noses. They looked little different from ordinary people. Among them were two middle-aged men and a boy who seemed to be under seven years old. They were all in ragged clothes and squatting. on the ground.

Lying in front of them was a dead alien who looked similar to them, except that there was no intact part of his body.

A big hole was dug in the chest, and the organs and intestines were pulled out. The three aliens next to him were chewing and eating the corpses of their companions.

In their eyes, this seemed to be the most delicious meal, and the three of them were vying for it, eating almost crazily.

However, while they were eating, they were crying again, their eyes full of sadness. The painful crying they heard just now came from here.

In the black mist, golden and silver rays of light cut through the darkness, as if two dragons were gathering together, unstoppable!

brush!

As the rays of light fell, the majestic Qi poured onto the heads of the three of them. The surrounding space twisted and exploded, and the dark swamp was torn open with a crack that was dozens of miles long!

However, when the glow dissipated and the surrounding space returned to normal, the three alien races had long since disappeared without a trace.

"Not even dead"

Zhao Yi had experienced hundreds of battles and could tell at a glance that the three alien races were not killed by his magical powers, but were instead hidden.

There was a solemn look on his face, and he made a prompt decision and ordered everyone to retreat back. He held two guns and released his true energy to form a real dragon shadow, preparing to rear the team.

At this moment, the ground beneath his feet suddenly cracked open, and a black shadow rushed out at an extremely fast speed, and was behind him in the blink of an eye!