The ghost mist was turbulent, surging towards the nameless five people silently, and a cold aura filled the sky and earth, making people feel horrified.

Wuming had already woken up, and he stared at the surroundings with a solemn expression, his eyes full of fear.

"The four of you get together, don't get close to me, and be on guard. This undead ghost mist is coming for me. If you don't act rashly, I will ignore you." The nameless divine consciousness said,

He signaled to Ji Feng and the four of them to get together and not to approach him or act rashly.

The Ghost Mist of the Undead is terrifying. Like the Thunder Tribulation, it is a way of punishment for monks. However, the Thunder Tribulation represents the most orthodox, fair and just punishment and is recognized by the world, but the Ghost Mist of the Undead is

Otherwise, it is like a thug who fights violence with violence. Although he upholds the will of heaven, he is easily criticized by others.

However, whether it is thunder tribulation or undead ghost fog, they are all terrifying, this is certain.

At this time, the undead ghost mist surged with endless coldness, which made the hairs of the Wuming Five stand on end, as if being pricked by countless fine needles of cow hair, making people feel a painful and itchy feeling.

Feel.

Undoubtedly, no one needed to go into detail at this time to already know that this was an atmosphere of unspeakable terror, as if the God of Death was slowly walking towards them holding a death sickle to harvest life.

However, it has to be said that this is just the beginning. As the fog of undead ghosts swells around them becomes thicker and thicker, the coldness surrounding them suddenly reaches the extreme, and the unknown five people seem to have fallen into the ice cave.

Same, feeling cold all over the body.

Wuming, in particular, felt that he was experiencing the Nine Heavens of Ice and Fire, because he had just burned his energy and spirit, and his whole body was like a big furnace. He had just experienced the burning. At this moment, the mist of undead ghosts was getting thicker and endless.

The coldness hit the body, causing the temperature here to suddenly freeze to zero. This also made Wuming experience two extremes.

Fortunately, under the nourishment of the reincarnation seal, his body has recovered. Otherwise, if he had just been in a mummified state, I am afraid that this extreme change of hot and cold would have seriously injured his body.

"boom!"

Suddenly, the mist of undead ghosts surged in from all directions, instantly making the place where Wuming and the others were located become blurry and hazy.

In addition, what shocked Jifeng and the four of them was that the undead ghost mist did not cause any harm to them as Wuming said, and it was all heading towards Wuming.

At this moment, the mist of undead ghosts is as thick as ink, filling the space between heaven and earth. This is also the place where the cold is extremely cold, like the ancient ice hell. Even though Wuming is physically strong, he feels as if his body is about to be frozen.

Same thing.

His expression became more and more solemn. Under the hard attack of the undead ghost mist, his hair stood on end, and he was horrified. He had goosebumps all over his body. It was not that he was really afraid, but because there was really a big feeling here and now.

fear.

Although he knew very well that this was the ghost mist of the undead, he had never experienced it. For him, the ghost mist of the undead was still an unknown thing, so he naturally felt scared and nervous.

Under the influence of the cold power of the undead ghost mist, Wuming seemed to be standing in front of the door of hell with the door wide open. The chill that reached the depths of his soul made him dare not relax at all.

"Chi!"

Turning the Fiery Eyes and Golden Eyes, Wuming's eyes suddenly shone brightly, and the fire inside them was like a small sun with two rounds of fire, making it impossible to look directly.

At this moment, he used his fiery eyes to find the source of the undead ghost mist. However, even if he looked into the sky, he could not see anything. He could not find the source of the undead ghost mist at all.

As a last resort, he could only stand there, motionless, and remain unchanged in response to all changes.

There was a buzzing sound, and strange fluctuations appeared. There seemed to be a harsh buzzing sound in the undead ghost mist. The endless gray-black mist began to shrink and rushed towards Wuming quickly, like a huge river rolling in, trying to drown him in one fell swoop.

"call out!"

At the same time, the undead ghost mist surging from all directions seemed to come to life, turning into a huge octopus monster. One after another, the gray-black mist like pythons wrapped around it like tentacles.

Towards Wuming, the strange fluctuations were very violent.

In this fluctuation, Wuming felt a variety of emotions, most of which were the resentment and hatred of living beings. Their unwillingness was so strong that it could interfere with time and space and affect reality.

"Buzz!"

Wuming's expression was serious and motionless as a mountain. Just when the tentacle-like undead ghost mist rushed over, he sacrificed the Cauldron of All Things.

The Cauldron of All Things was suspended above his head, and endless light fell down, like a bead curtain, forming a brilliant light curtain that was absolutely defensive, blocking Wuming's surroundings.

The undead ghost mist hit the light screen and was all shattered. It was impossible to break through and get close to Wuming. Wuming just looked at it coldly with an expression of indifference.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

But in just the next moment, those tentacle-like undead ghost fogs changed. They all stretched straight in an instant, like spears of death, all of them were extremely sharp and pierced Wuming without mercy.

"Buzz buzz..."

The light curtain shook, and a real buzzing sound erupted. The undead ghost mist was really terrifying. It was obviously just mist, but when it hit the light curtain hanging down from the Cauldron of All Things, it was no less than sharp ancient spears.

Waves of metallic buzzing sounds actually erupted, and their power was surprisingly strong.

For a moment, Wuming's location was completely agitated. The undead ghost mist seemed to be boiling, turning into sharp spears, stabbing Wuming from all directions, trying to pierce and kill him.

However, under the protection of the Cauldron of All Things, Wuming seemed to be invincible, without any worries.

However, his expression was still solemn, because with the undead ghost mist rioting, he thought he could find the source of the undead ghost mist, but no matter how he looked at it, he still couldn't find the source. At the moment, there was just the gray-black

The undead ghost mist was attacking him, which made his expression become colder and colder.

As far as he knew, the horror of the undead ghost mist lay in the emotions of the creatures contained in the mist and the will of the creatures hidden in the mist.

The so-called emotions of living beings refer to the resentment and unwillingness of the dead genius, and the so-called will of living creatures is naturally the remaining will of the dead genius.

This will can no longer be said to be the same person as before. What is left is only resentment and hatred, unwillingness and resentment. Once it appears, it will bring disaster.

To give a simple example, it is like saying that the person is a evil spirit. Of course, it cannot be said that the evil spirit is still the same person who was alive during his lifetime.

"boom!"

The next moment, Wuming took the initiative. Now the undead ghost mist didn't even show up as its real owner, so he wanted to kill him? What a joke.

The thunder tribulation has been overcome, and even if this undead ghost mist is terrifying, how terrifying can it be.

In fact, even if the undead ghost mist's current attack on him is just an initial tentative attack, it is still very terrifying. It is enough to crush a group of monks who have just entered the Qitian realm, and ordinary people cannot compete at all.

But is Wuming an ordinary person? Obviously, he is not an ordinary person.

Facing the tentative attack of the undead ghost mist, he chose to fight back. The cauldron of all things burst into light and turned into billowing flames, burning in all directions and burning away all the mist spears thrust around him.

However, his actions seemed to have angered the will of the resentful spirits in the deepest part of the undead ghost mist. Endless terror appeared like a blowout, all kinds of resentments surged, and all kinds of unwilling roars suddenly turned the world into colors.

At this moment, the sky was as red as blood, and rain of blood fell with the wind. The gorgeous blood stained the mountains and rivers thousands of miles away. This alarmed all the monks in the Time and Space Ruins, and panic began to spread in everyone's heart, uncontrollably.

, extremely frightened.

"what happened?"

"The sky is like blood, and the blood is pouring down. What happened? Why is there such a big resentment?"

"Over there, isn't that the battlefield of the Battle of Luoxian? Hurry up and take a look."

At this moment, all the monks in the Time and Space Ruins were alarmed. While everyone was shocked, they were also terrified.

Afterwards, people gathered at the Fallen Immortal Battlefield in unison, with endless questions in their minds.

Wuming was naturally unclear about these, because all his mind was placed in front of him.

Endless resentment and unwillingness, like the aura of mortals in the vast mortal world, entangled him and wanted to tear him into pieces, which made him dare not relax at all.

Along with the thunder, thick thunder and lightning burst out from his body, striking at the surrounding undead ghost mist, trying to shatter and purify the ghost mist.

"Crack!"

The electric arc jumps, the snow is as bright as a knife, and the endless thunder surges in all directions. This is the manifestation of the law of thunder and lightning. One after another, like one hanging waterfall, hanging down from the sky, all with endless

of masculine power.

But something shocking happened.

Under the strike of thunder and lightning, the undead ghost mist around Wuming was not only not shattered, but on the contrary, it was still swallowing the thunder and lightning, slowly turning into a turbid khaki color, rolling forward, like a sharp surge of corpse water.

The whole thing exudes an unbearable fishy smell, swallows thunder and lightning, rushes towards Wuming, and never retreats!

At the same time, another killing move of the undead ghost mist also appeared. In the mist the color of corpse water, Wuming vaguely saw numerous ghost figures, including humanoid creatures and tall beasts, all with ferocious faces and scarlet eyes filled with endless energy.

Their resentment and unwillingness want to pull Wuming into the depths of the ghost mist and make him one of them.

"Is it finally going to show up?" Wuming stared at the surroundings with a solemn expression, not daring to relax at all.

His original intention was to use the masculine power of thunder and lightning to expel the evil power of the undead ghost mist, but what he didn't expect was that the undead ghost mist could actually swallow thunder and lightning and turn it into his own power. This made him

I was shocked and felt that things were getting more and more difficult.

It's just a pity that he has nothing to do in the face of this situation.

The current undead ghost mist can even swallow thunder and lightning. The level of terror has far exceeded his expectations. Thinking about it, all the methods he thought of before will not work.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, the cold power gathered, and the undead ghost mist the color of corpse water surged towards a human figure.

A surge of overwhelming resentment arose, and Wuming watched the figure become real, which surprised him.

The person who noticed this was not just Wuming. Not far away, the four Ji Feng people who were also shrouded in the undead ghost mist also noticed it.

Under the shroud of terrifying resentment, the four of them felt all kinds of unwillingness and hatred, hating all living things, hating the injustice of heaven and earth, hating everything, and resenting heaven and earth.

"You four, hurry up and get out. Even I can't control what happens next." Wuming's voice resounded in the minds of Ji Feng and the others, with urgency and solemnity in the urgent voice.

After hearing this, Jifeng and the others rushed outside in a hurry, not daring to stop at all.

Just now, they have all seen the horror of the undead ghost mist, and naturally they know that staying here will not help, and will probably become a burden to Wuming. Leaving at this time may not be the greatest help to Wuming.
To be continued...