Apparently she also knew some of the characteristics of the gray fog.

Bang!

As the door closed, this huge interior area fell into complete darkness.

Soon, an orange light bloomed in the darkness.

Kong Ju took out an oil lamp and barely illuminated the space.

At this point, Kong Ju sat down on a cushion on the ground, his face full of fatigue.

Now that he relaxed, he felt the pain from all the wounds on his body flare up.

Some of the wounds were caused by black arrows, while others were caused by the battle with Lu Wenji.

The dense scars and oozing blood almost dyed his entire body red.

Waves of pain came over him, and coupled with the exhaustion after the war, Kong Ju didn't want to move even a finger.

With the help of the light, Han Honghua saw Kong Ju's face, which was pale as paper due to excessive blood loss, and asked softly, "Is it okay? I have some trauma medicine. Do you want to use it? Although I feel that it doesn't seem to be of much use to your current injury."

"Thank you, Sister Hua, for your kindness. I have medicine for healing." Kong Ju struggled to take out another Guyuan Pill from the Qiankun bag and threw it into his mouth.

While the drug was taking effect, he glanced at Han Honghua apologetically and said, "Sister Hua, please protect me."

"Don't worry!" Han Honghua's answer was concise and clear.

After saying this, Kong Ju closed his eyes and began to refine the medicinal power of the Guyuan Pill.

The Guyuan Pills he had taken before had not fully exerted their medicinal power, and some of the medicinal power still remained. Now he swallowed another Guyuan Pill.

I think after the medicinal power is fully absorbed, even if the wound cannot be healed, it will be mostly healed.

As for Han Honghua, she seemed to be more interested in Xiling No. 2.

While helping Kong Ju to protect the law, he walked up to Xiling No. 2 and began to feel his body with his hands.

"Tsk tsk, this puppet is well made. I wonder which master of the Cangwu Sect made it." Han Honghua was in high spirits and said to herself, "When I have time, I will go to the Cangwu Sect and ask Xiao Kongzi to make one for me."

While Kong Ju was concentrating on refining the medicinal power and recovering from his injuries.

The gray fog that poured into the mountain gate of Xihuang Fudi from all directions also spread outside the house where Kong Ju and Han Honghua were.

Just as happened before.

The gray fog did not enter the room, as if it was bound by some rules and was restricted from entering the house.

But there is a place, Xihuang Blessed Land, which has not been opened for thousands of years.

However, because the door was opened, it was surrounded by layers of gray fog.

His sight shifted to the outside of the silver door of the treasury that was opened by Kong Ju and four others.

Because of several battles, this area has already been reduced to a scorched earth.

The overwhelming gray fog gathered here rapidly at a speed several times faster than other areas.

In less than an incense stick of time, the thickness of the gray fog here was several times that of other areas.

The thick fog was almost condensed into liquid, appearing as dark as ink.

Ta-ta! Ta-ta! Ta-ta! In the gray fog that even a powerful warrior couldn’t see through, the sound of dense footsteps could be heard one after another.

It seemed as if countless figures were moving through the gray fog.

They want to enter the treasure house.

But because he was afraid of something, he was reluctant to go in.

But as time went by, the gray fog condensed to a critical point.

The existence in the gray fog finally couldn't hold back any longer.

The gray mist was controlled and slowly floated towards the treasure house gate.

The existence in the gray fog naturally officially stepped into the area shrouded by the aura of the corpse of the strong man sitting on the throne.

The moment before, it was a treasure house filled with jewels, emeralds and pearls, and filled with all kinds of treasures.

The moment the gray fog entered, the wind and clouds changed color.

Crash! The sound of waves like the tide echoed in the treasure house.

The colorful lights that filled the entire space disappeared, replaced by a surging sea of ​​blood.

A mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood appeared around the majestic man sitting on the throne.

Countless corpses piled together, filling the entire space, like a Shura field on earth.

Bang! With a loud explosion.

A figure wearing red and yellow robes, who looked like a disciple of Fudi, also appeared in the gray fog.

As soon as his figure was exposed in the air, he was crushed by the illusion of the sea of ​​blood.

The robe, along with his body, turned into nothingness at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His numb eyes finally regained a little clarity when his body was about to completely disappear.

He bowed deeply to the man sitting on the throne.

Whoosh! The cold wind from the sea of ​​blood blew past, taking away the last traces of the disciples of the blessed land.

The death of this disciple was just the beginning.

Outside the door, endless fog rolled wildly.

Beings hidden in the gray fog entered the treasury from outside the silver gate in an endless stream.

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The amount of gray fog was too large and continuous, as if it wanted to use its advantage in numbers to force its way closer to the man's body.

But in the endless waves of the sea of ​​blood, it was all in vain.

The sea of ​​blood and the gray fog collided with each other.

Boom! The mountains supporting the entire Xihuang blessed land were trembling in this confrontation.

The gray fog continued to break up, and new gray fog came from all directions of Xihuang Blessed Land.

All the gray fog covering the huge blessed land seemed to have received some kind of call and began to gather outside the silver gate.

This caused a turmoil in the entire blessed land.

The overwhelming gray fog almost obscured the bright moon in the sky.

Kong Ju was still concentrating on refining the medicinal power.

Completely unaware of the changes in the outside world.

Only Han Honghua, through the cracks between the doors and windows, noticed the gray fog outside, which was thicker than all the previous nights.

As his brows furrowed deeply, he felt an inexplicable irritation in his heart: "This gray fog is so weird tonight!"

Although she still didn't know the source of her uneasiness.

Inside the treasury, more and more gray fog was suppressed and shattered by the sea of ​​blood.

The beings in the gray fog were also being crushed one after another.

No matter how hard the gray fog attacked, they could not break through the illusion of a sea of ​​blood and corpses that filled the entire treasure house.

Don't even get close to the man's body.

On the man's majestic face, his eyes still maintained the calmness before death. He seemed to know that even if he died, he could still suppress all the evil in this world.

Suddenly.

Boom! Deafening thunder exploded from the northwest of Xihuang Fudi.

Countless black thunders covered the sky above Luoxia Valley.

The situation changed drastically in an instant.

The spear inserted into the head of Skylark was bathed in the center of an endless thunderstorm.

Ready to make a move.

Eventually it was pulled out of the skylark's skull.

Whoosh! It turned into a black arc and broke through the air towards Xihuang Fudi.

Boom! Wherever the spear passed, thunder shook the sky, like the messenger of doomsday.

As the thunder got closer, the monks who were lurking in the Xihuang blessed land and hiding from the gray fog all heard the thunder that pierced the clouds and split the rocks.

All the monks showed horror on their faces.

They all looked through the gaps in the doors and windows, trying to see what was happening outside.

In their field of vision.

A long spear broke through the air, carrying an endless sea of ​​thunder, and rushed towards the treasure house of Xihuang Fudi.

(End of this chapter)