"How could the terrible monster who spent hundreds of lives in Tiannan a thousand years ago wake up? What did you do?" Zhong Fu saw the huge eyeballs and made a moan sound. After shaking his figure, he grabbed one of the few cultivators who had escaped from the sea of ​​fog and asked viciously.

"I don't know either. We just found a stone tablet not far away and pulled it out."

"The stone tablet, is it a seal stone that suppresses the fog demon? It should be buried deep underground, how could it appear on the ground?" Zhong Daotian's voice came from beside him, and his expression was solemn.

"Now we can't care about so many things. We must disperse and leave immediately so that most people can save their lives. This fog demon is born with gravity magic. Once it is approached by it, it will be too late to run away."

"Your luck is really bad. Whether it is the blood sand worm or the fog demon, I have never encountered it when I entered the Nightmare Palace last time. It seems that the degree of danger of opening the Nightmare Palace this time is very different from the previous times." Zhong Fu's face turned pale and he said without hesitation.

"Indeed, although this fog demon is terrible, he cannot chase everyone at the same time at once. Let's go!" Zhong Jinlong glanced at the huge eyeball coldly, and as soon as he gestured to several direct disciples around him, he rushed to the sea of ​​fog next to him.

Zhong Daotian, Zhong Yiyun snorted, smiled, and after shaking several of his body, they also sank into the fog from different directions.

After saying a few words to other Zhong family disciples, Zhong Kuo raised his hand and took out a jade plaque, crushed it, and wrapped it up, turning into the same gray mist to wrap the body. After the mist dissipated and opened, it had disappeared without a trace.

Seeing this, the rest of the Zhong family naturally knew the terror of the fog demon. In shock, they scattered in groups of three or five.

The huge eyes in the fog turned slightly for a few moments and stared at the escaped disciples of the Zhong family. The heavy footsteps turned, and a blurry black shadow like a hill appeared in the sea of ​​fog, chasing them in this direction.

...

Only about ten miles away from where the disciples of the Zhong family were originally, seven or eight immortal cultivators wearing blue gowns were forming a circle, desperately resisting the blood-red beetles gushing out from all directions. The beetles were either crawling along the ground or spreading their wings and flying low, and were vicious and fearless.

These immortal cultivators slashed at the ground with all kinds of weapons, and occasionally released various amazing spells, either turning into dense leprosy blades or emerging a fire wall, but none of them could prevent these beetles from approaching.

What made them even more desperate was that the rustling sounds in the fog around them were endless, as if these blood-colored beetles were endless.

After a while, these immortal cultivators exhausted their magic power, and they ushered in a desperate howling, and were completely submerged by the sea of ​​blood-colored insects.

...

In another place in the fog sea, more than a dozen men and women in different costumes were doing their own things. Some were chatting and laughing in the air ahead, while some were holding books and shaking their heads and reciting something; some were sitting cross-legged on the ground, laughing for a while, and crying for a while.

But no one has any pupils and a faint and weird smile on the corners of his mouth.

What made people feel even colder was that at the edge of the fog next to it, there was a monster with a female head and a python, staring at these people.

The monster looked like a woman in her thirties, with a mess of gray hair, and a pair of upside-down golden pupils, emitting a faint cold light, looking at more than a dozen immortal cultivators, as if they were watching some extremely delicious delicacy. Half a big mouth, disgusting green water flowed down from time to time.

...

Somewhere in the fog sea, dozens of disciples of the Tang family were attacking a huge lizard frantically.

The lizard's feet are seven or eight feet long, gray and white. As the huge head swung, it kept spraying dark green poisonous gas. From time to time, people turned black and withdrew from the attack.

And a little further away from the battle group, Tang Hongling and another middle-aged man watched all this coldly.

Tang Hongling frowned slightly, but the middle-aged man's face turned pale.

...

A cold light flashed, and several golden armored guards attacked together, and several long spears cut a monster like mud into seven or eight pieces.

A few "puff" sounds, the monster's corpse turned into several streams of ash smoke and ignited spontaneously, leaving only a few piles of black ashes on the spot.

"It's true." Behind these soldiers, the young man in brocade checked the black ashes on the ground, and a thoughtful look appeared on his face.

...

"Go to die, it's all mine, it's all mine, the guys who steal things deserve to die..." A man with a big blue robe with a curly face walked slowly with his eyes straight, muttering something constantly.

In the fog behind, there were more than a dozen blurry black shadows, following the man from afar, silently but very afraid of getting close.

Zhong Chen strode, and a blue light spiraled around him and flew unsteadily, cutting several roe deer-like monsters with silver combs pounced on him to pieces.

With a "puff", when the last monster also turned into bits of black gas and dissipated, Zhong Chen stopped in a long breath.

It has been more than two hours since he and the other Zhong family separated. The monster he had just killed was also the third wave of attacks he had experienced.

However, relying on his pure magic power far beyond the same level, plus several magic weapons that are both offensive and defensive, he came here without any obstacles.

But he just thought about it and knew that the situation of other Zhong family disciples was probably not good.

Thinking of this, Zhong Chen shook his head, put away the flying sword, and took out a disc-shaped magic weapon from his arms. After pointing it with a finger, a white light appeared.

I saw a small red dot emerging at the edge in the white disc, which was very eye-catching.

Zhong Chen was overjoyed when he saw this, which meant that he had reached the edge of the fog sea and would soon pass the gate of hell.

He immediately cast a spell at the disc, and after re-determining the direction, he held the incense in one hand and continued to move forward with great strides.

Half a quarter of an hour later, when Zhong Chen rushed out of the sea of ​​fog, he felt a dizzy moment, and then a flower in front of him appeared in front of him, which could not be seen at the end.

These trees are more than ten feet tall, with green branches and leaves, extremely lush.

Zhong Chen raised his head and looked at the sky again, and saw that there was no cloud in the sky, and a red sun hanging high in the sky. He pondered for a moment, then turned his head and looked at the direction he came.

I saw the gray fog rolling behind me, unfathomable, as if I could swallow everything.

Zhong Chen let out a light breath, then he extinguished the incense candle in his hand in a flash, and glanced at the front.

The record is correct. The appearance of Nightmare Palace seems to be a palace, but in fact it is an extremely huge independent secret realm.

And the moment he passed through the fog sea, he should have experienced a major ban shift, and was transferred out of the gates of hell, rather than actually walking out of it himself.

But, what is this thing?

Zhong Chen looked closer to the front again and a strange expression appeared on his face. He saw a huge stone statue six or seven feet tall erected on the large open space in front of the forest.

The statue is a long-sleeved man wearing a Confucian robe, with three long beards and a fairy-like look.

What Zhong Chen cares about is that this sculpted man, who looks like a Confucian scholar, held a red stone as big as a fist in one hand and a silver-white shield in the other hand, looked up at the sky, with a lonely expression on his face, and was lifelike.

According to the information related to Nightmare Palace he obtained, he has never mentioned that such a statue exists after the Gate of Hell.

Zhong Chen suppressed the surprise in his heart and glanced at the left and right again.

He is the only one here.

It is not surprising that there is no fixed exit at the Ghost Gate. As long as you pass through the fog sea, you will officially enter the Nightmare Palace. Most of the other people who pass through will be randomly moved to other places the moment they rush out of the fog sea.
Chapter completed!