#778 - Bloody Mist, Corpse Snatching

The blood mist covered such a wide area that many people couldn't escape, and most of them were ordinary people with little ability to protect themselves. They mostly huddled in their rooms, staring at the eerie, churning blood-colored mist outside the windows, muttering to themselves, praying for the gods to protect them and for demons and ghosts to leave them alone.

The Xuanshi outside had already tested it. Only ordinary people and Xuanshi below the Red Xuan realm could enter this blood mist. High-level Xuanshi would instantly turn into blood upon contact, which was incredibly terrifying.

Inside Jade Mountain City, the bricks of a restaurant wall were covered in cracks like a spiderweb. A corpse was deeply embedded in it, wearing a red battle armor that shimmered with obscure precious light.

Rumble rumble—

Dense hoofbeats approached rapidly from afar. Dozens of people, kicking up billowing dust, quickly arrived below the city wall. The leader, riding a tall steed, was a Taoist with a slender figure, wearing a black Taoist robe and a jade hairpin. His fair face revealed handsomeness, and three strands of black beard hung on his chest. His starry eyes were cold, and his appearance was quite impressive.

This person was none other than Feng Zhihuan, the leader of the Qingzhou mortal Xuandao Alliance.

It was said that this person's martial arts had reached the pinnacle, and his status and connections were extremely extensive. Even the mortal emperor had personally met him and offered him an official position, but he refused.

"Danger is often accompanied by great opportunities. The streamer just now seemed to have fallen here." Feng Zhihuan raised his head and glanced at the three large characters "Jade Mountain City" on the city wall, and said lightly: "Open the door."

Immediately, two people rode out from behind him and came to the city gate, slamming out their palms with a boom. Relying on their profound internal strength, they forcibly broke the door bolt, which was several feet thick.

The city gate opened wide, and Feng Zhihuan drove his horse in, followed by the others.

The deserted street was empty. A breeze occasionally stirred up the fallen leaves on the ground, making it even more desolate.

With his keen insight, Feng Zhihuan noticed that people were lurking in the surrounding houses, but he didn't care. They were just civilians.

The group walked to a restaurant called "Yunxiang Pavilion", and someone suddenly pointed upwards and said: "Dao Zun."

Feng Zhihuan naturally saw it too. His eyes narrowed sharply, and thinking of the previous anomaly in the sky, his heart began to thump.

Xuanshi?

With his status, he could naturally come into contact with some Xuanshi, but because the cultivation world disdained having too much interaction with mortals, he could only come into contact with some low-level cultivators in the White Xuan realm.

He had also seen those great Xuanshi who could fly into the sky and escape into the earth, but they didn't even look at him. Leader of the Xuandao Alliance? What was that?

Originally, some people wanted to introduce him into some sects, and Feng Zhihuan did have the qualifications to become a Xuanshi, but at that time, he was unwilling to give up his position among mortals. Now that he was getting older and had seen too much birth, old age, sickness, and death, and people dying tragically due to poverty and weakness, his thinking gradually changed.

He wanted to become that high and mighty Xuanshi. At that time, mortals would all be ants.

He liked that feeling of being high above, overlooking all living beings. That feeling made him obsessed. Power, money, beauty, everything was based on absolute power, and becoming a Xuanshi could satisfy all of this.

This corpse in front of him had fallen from the sky before. It was definitely more terrifying than the Xuanshi he had seen before. Maybe the current anomaly was caused by them.

"Get him down!" Feng Zhihuan said.

The Taoist beside him flew up and swept to the level of the gate tower, grabbing at the corpse.

At this moment, a pebble shot through the air, arriving in an instant, accurately hitting the back of the Taoist's hand.

"Ah—"

The Taoist screamed, the back of his hand was directly pierced, and he fell down.

"Who!"

Feng Zhihuan's expression changed slightly. He turned his head to look, only to see a person walking out from the corner of the street, wrapped in a gray robe, with a faint gray mist churning around him.

"Hiding your head and showing your tail, get over here!" A fierce look flashed in Feng Zhihuan's eyes. His five fingers stretched out, and a surging internal force crushed towards the opponent like a storm.

"Hehe, a mere mortal, what big words!"

The gray-robed man sneered twice, standing still, stretched out a pale, bloodless hand, and casually shattered the incoming wave of internal force. The gust of wind from the collision made the gray robe cling to his body and flutter.

"Xuanshi?"

Feng Zhihuan's face darkened, and his heart sank to the bottom.

If a Xuanshi intervened, he would probably not be able to touch this corpse.

No matter how strong he was, he was still a mortal after all, and could not be compared with a Xuanshi. He knew this very well.

"Boy, dare to fight with me, I'll let you go this time. If there is a next time, don't blame me for taking your head!"

The gray-robed man sneered twice, raised his head and revealed a similarly pale face: "I'll take this corpse away, do you have any objections?"

Feng Zhihuan didn't say anything, his eyes flickered, not knowing what he was thinking.

The gray-robed man ignored him, and a gray long whip suddenly flew out of his sleeve, wrapped around the corpse's head and pulled hard.

Bang!

He found a treasure!

Greed flashed in the gray-robed man's eyes.

However, the most precious thing was not this armor. The gray-robed man's eyes stared at the storage ring on the corpse's finger.

Just as he was about to take off the storage ring, the surrounding ground rumbled and vibrated, and violent hoofbeats came from all directions.

The gray-robed man suddenly raised his head, and Feng Zhihuan and the others also became nervous.

Soon, a large number of people appeared from the ends of the various streets and quickly surrounded them. It seemed that they were not from the same group. Most of them were riding ordinary horses, and a few were riding dragon steeds that were several times taller.

The number of people was so large that you couldn't see the end at a glance.

"Situ Ming, put down the corpse for me!"

A loud roar exploded, and at the same time, several people swept over in the air, aiming directly at the gray-robed man, wanting to snatch the corpse from his hands.

"Looking for death!"

How could he give up the things in his hands? Situ Ming turned his hand and suppressed the corpse under his feet, and both palms struck out phantoms in the air, while also facing the few people.

"Retreat!"

Feng Zhihuan shouted, he had seen cultivators take action, and the escaping Xuan Qi could completely seriously injure ordinary people. They were the closest and naturally suffered the most damage.

However, the imagined collision of Xuan Qi did not appear. Both sides were completely fighting with their flesh and blood. The speed of the few people was as fast as lightning, so fast that it was almost impossible to see clearly, and the dense bombardment of fists to flesh was like rain.

Feng Zhihuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Bang bang bang—

The ground under Situ Ming's feet was cracking inch by inch under the constant bombardment, his feet sank into the ground, and his face became paler.

The people above were not feeling well either. Although they were fighting more against less, they were obviously still far behind Situ Ming. They grunted, and some people had blood already overflowing from the corners of their mouths.

"A few scraps from second-rate sects, dare to snatch things from your Grandpa Situ!"

Situ Ming gave a strange laugh, and the hand that was originally half stretched out suddenly disappeared strangely. A pale arm suddenly protruded from the gray robe on his chest, directly dragging the closest guy down in the air.

The former was shocked, and turned around to sweep his fist. Situ Ming's fingernails stretched out and turned cyan, and he fiercely dug into his back, grabbing his spine.

With a crisp cracking sound, his spine was broken into two pieces.

Before this person could even scream, Situ Ming's other claw had already swept across his throat, and three red lines instantly appeared on his throat, and then opened like a baby's small mouth, frantically spurting blood. He widened his eyes and fell to the ground, covering his throat and opening his mouth wide, but unable to make a sound, extremely painful.

The other three were shocked, and some were frightened by Situ Ming's ferocity, and they all retreated.

ps: I originally wanted to add some new world elements, and then introduce more other worlds. Since everyone doesn't like to watch it, I have accelerated the pace. I will end and return to the main line tomorrow

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