Chapter 542: Despair and Panic!

Huh!

Wei Hong controlled the fire dragon to fly back and forth around him, lighting the way ahead and also to shock the surrounding weirdness.

With his current ninth-level cultivation, he could sustain it for a long time if he only used a few spells, so he didn't need to worry about the problem of spiritual power exhaustion for the time being.

And he also followed the principle of saving as much as possible. In addition to using this fire dragon spell, he also used the scorching sun talisman and the evil-killing talisman as much as possible to kill and shock the weirdness.

Ding Xue followed him closely and made great efforts along the way.

The two of them were not threatened much, but listening to the various screams coming from the surroundings from time to time, and seeing some cultivators being killed by weirdness for no reason, they were really worried and their nerves were always in a tense state.

"Fellow Daoist Ding, save your spiritual power, but don't save the talismans I gave you!"

At this time, Wei Hong did not forget to turn around and remind Ding Xue.

"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Wei, I know!" Ding Xue responded with gratitude.

Along the way, Wei Hong led the way, using powerful spells and talismans to intimidate the surrounding weirdness, so that the two of them were not affected at all and followed the Qingyun Sect.

However, the other cultivators were attacked by various weirdness along the way, and the cultivators behind them could only use their own means to protect themselves.

Even so, many cultivators were still attacked by weirdness, and screams were heard from time to time, and some corpses possessed by weirdness continued to attack the people around.

Wei Hong also encountered two corpses possessed by weirdness, but he killed them directly with thunder.

After entering the weird fog, they kept running in the mountains and forests. Because the Qingyun Sect had the Jindan Patriarch sitting in front of them, and they also had the sect treasure to protect them, ordinary weirdness could not attack the Qingyun Sect disciples at all, and they were all blocked outside the white shield.

As a result, the ones who suffered the most were naturally the cultivators following behind.

Countless strange things surrounded the hundreds of surviving cultivators, attacking and besieging them frantically.

As a result, the deeper they went into the forest, the more terrifying the strange things Wei Hong and his companions encountered.

Wei Hong and Ding Xue were fine. Wei Hong had enough talismans in his hand and could continue to support and cope with it, but the other cultivators could not compare with them at all.

The deeper they went into the forest, the more casualties the cultivators behind Qingyun Sect suffered.

An old man with silver hair trembled and took out the last evil-killing talisman, reluctantly activated it, and while protecting himself, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but his face looked even older.

Looking at the team in front of him, and then at the endless black fog that filled the mountains and forests around him, the silver-haired old man couldn't help but feel sad, and said with tears in his eyes: "What a sin, I shouldn't have followed the people of Qingyun Sect to escape from the market. It seems that my life will be explained here!"

Obviously, this person has already regretted it.

Not only this silver-haired old man, many monks also regretted it at this time.

"Damn it, Qingyun Sect is really not a good bird. If we escape with them, we will be almost extinct!"

"They really use us as cannon fodder. We shouldn't follow the people of Qingyun Sect!"

"Yes, Qingyun Sect deserves to be killed. They want to use our lives to fill the gap, but they are not injured at all!"

"I regret it so much. If I had stayed in the market, maybe I could have survived!"

Now there are only four or five hundred monks left who escaped with Qingyun Sect. It can be said that there were heavy casualties. More than half of them were directly lost, making the remaining monks regret why they followed the team of Qingyun Sect.

They are all struggling to hold on at this time. If they are not careful, they will follow the footsteps of other monks.

But the group of people from Qingyun Sect were unharmed under the protection of the Jindan Patriarch, which formed a sharp contrast with the monks who suffered heavy casualties.

Such a scene naturally made the surviving monks feel extremely unbalanced.

But they had no way out. Qingyun Sect was a lean camel that was bigger than a horse, not to mention that there was a Jindan Patriarch sitting in charge. They were not something that these casual cultivators could afford to provoke. Even a random foundation-building cultivator could slaughter them all.

Therefore, no matter what these casual cultivators had in their minds, they could only hold it in their hearts and dare not complain at all.

Even though they knew that Qingyun Sect was using them as cannon fodder, they had to grit their teeth and follow for a glimmer of hope.

Now, even if they regretted it, they could not turn back. They could only continue to hold on until they broke out of the strange fog.

In order to avoid attracting too much attention, Wei Hong began to keep a low profile at this time. He would not use the evil-killing talisman if he could, but used magic tools and spells to protect himself as much as possible.

He knew very well that those cultivators who held on tightly behind would definitely try their best to find a chance for themselves. He had used quite a few talismans along the way, and he might have been targeted by someone.

"Hehe, I really want to see if there are any blind people who dare to take action!" Wei Hong sneered in his heart, and he was already prepared.

They continued to run in the mountains and forests under the leadership of the Qingyun Sect, and Wei Hong and Ding Xue followed not far away.

As they continued to go deeper, night gradually fell.

Originally, they were shrouded in black fog. As night fell, the surrounding environment became even darker and harder to see, making people feel more and more uneasy.

At this time, the people of Qingyun Sect slowly stopped under the instructions of the Jindan Patriarch, and then chose a spacious area in the forest as a resting place.

Obviously, the people of Qingyun Sect should not intend to continue moving forward in the dark night.

At this moment, for some reason, as night fell, the strangeness in the mist slowly disappeared, which surprised Wei Hong and others.

"Come on, let's go over there and take a rest."

Wei Hong pointed to the side where Qingyunmen was perched, raised his feet and walked over.

Naturally, Ding Xue followed immediately without hesitation, without any hesitation.

With Wei Hong taking the lead, the remaining three to four hundred casual cultivators from Fangshi also followed them to stop and rest not far from the Qingyun Gate habitat.

It was already night, and they could only stay overnight in the mountains and forests.

"Why, the weirdness in the night has become silent instead?"

Wei Hong was very puzzled and full of doubts at this time.

Judging from their past experiences in the city, night should be the time when weird things appear most often.

But now that they were deep in the mist, the situation was reversed, which puzzled Wei Hong. After thinking about it, he still couldn't get the answer.

"Forget it, no doubt you are overthinking it, this is good, let us have a night's rest!"

With this idea in mind, Wei Hong sat down cross-legged in the forest regardless of the mess.