The altar cleaner turned around and saw that the fog in the farthest distance was less than two or three kilometers away and was about to swallow up the cluster of yurts gathered in the distance.

"Go! Save people first!"

Without saying a word, the altar cleaner pulled the golden arhat beside him and rushed quickly towards the yurt complex.

When the two arrived at the yurt community, the rolling fog had already engulfed more than half of the yurts. Sha Wu Jingchu turned into rainbow light and quickly shuttled through the remaining yurts to rescue the people. The Altar Purifier stood in front of the rolling fog, with a look of struggle in his eyes.

A mortal who has never practiced cultivation can only survive for twenty breaths at most if he falls into the mist...

There should still be many people alive in this fog, and he doesn't have much time left.

The altar cleaner gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and rushed headfirst into the rolling fog.

The fog filled with the breath of death quickly devoured the faint Buddha light around him. In just three breaths, the foundation of his divine power began to loosen, and his face looked extremely ugly.

As the three Golden Immortals said, this fog has a natural inhibitory effect on divine power. If he continues like this, it will only take a very short time for him to fall from the divine realm.

He endured the severe pain, sniffed the air, rushed into a yurt, rescued two dying herdsmen, used some magic to send them out of the fog, and then rushed to the next yurt.

At this moment, he seemed to have noticed something and his body shook violently.

In the rolling fog around, several huge and strange beasts were approaching here rapidly.

The Buddha's light around him had become extremely weak, and the flow of his divine power was intermittent. Even activating his magic had become difficult. He tried many times to send the people out of the fog, but each time ended in failure.

"Fuck the altar purifier! He's of no use in this fog!"

He growled, and his previous thoughts came to his mind. A determination flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly raised his right hand and slapped towards his forehead!

Bang--!

A muffled sound came from his throat, and the faint Buddha light around him collapsed automatically. His realm collapsed from the divine realm and directly slid down to the peak of the "Klein" realm.

At the same time, a gust of evil wind whistled out from his body, and his body rapidly expanded, transforming into a black wild boar the size of a mountain. He let out a loud roar, and his eyes turned red like blood.

In an instant, rich demonic power gushed out like a geyser.

At the critical moment of life and death, he chose to abandon his divine realm and transform himself into a demon!

From this moment on, he was no longer the messenger of the Western Paradise, but the terrifying demon who dominated the world thousands of years ago.

Zhu Bajie opened his mouth wide, and an evil wind gushed out from nothingness, directly sweeping dozens of yurts on the ground and the unconscious herdsmen inside them into the huge pig's mouth. Then he turned around suddenly and rushed rapidly out of the fog!

From the moment he turned into a demon, the threat posed by the rolling fog around him decreased sharply. Although it was still corroding his body, it was much better than before.

This fog is targeting the gods?

Just as Zhu Bajie was running wildly and thinking, dozens of huge black shadows emerged from the fog behind him and joined forces to kill him!

This is within the fog, a world where "mystery" is rampant. The appearance of such a striking demonic aura immediately attracted the attention of a large number of "mysteries" around.

Zhu Bajie, who had fallen into a state of depravity, now had a large number of herdsmen in his mouth. He had no intention of fighting with them in the fog. He just used his demon body to resist their attacks. However, in a few moments, his body was already riddled with holes!

At this moment, a ray of light rapidly enlarged before his eyes.

That was a furious looking Buddhist Vajra!

"Second Brother! Hurry up! I'll stop them for you!"

The golden-bodied Arhat Sha Wujing roared, and despite the surrounding fog, he fought head-on with the dozen or so "mysterious" creatures at the peak of the "Klein" realm.

The Buddha's light surged in Sha Wujing's palms, and he tore apart several "mysterious" bodies with his bare hands. However, the dark fog was like a god-killing beast, constantly devouring the foundation of his divine power in his body. The Buddha's light around him became weaker and weaker, and his divine nature began to crumble.

Seeing the golden body of Arhat gradually submerged in the fog, the huge pig demon's eyes turned red. Its huge body rushed out of the fog, staggered for hundreds of meters on the snowfield, and then fell to the ground. Its heavy body shook the whole earth slightly.

The pig monster opened its huge mouth, and a large number of surviving herdsmen fell to the ground with the evil wind. The pig monster's body shrank rapidly and turned back to its original appearance.

Zhu Bajie was wearing a tattered Buddhist robe, and his originally plump belly was now covered in bloodstains. There was a hideous crack in his waist and abdomen, and blood was flowing like a river. Faintly, one could see the intestines churning.

He stared with red eyes, stood up with difficulty, grasped a silver nine-toothed rake in one hand, and turned into a stream of light and rushed into the fog again.

"Lao Sha! Hold on!"

…

Boom!

Fighting Buddha swung down another stick, crushing several "mysterious" creatures that rushed out of the fog into pieces. At this moment, his heart skipped a beat and he froze in place.

At the southwest border, the two divine light pillars that had been delayed for a long time finally shot up into the sky. The last two national guardian monuments had been completed.

The walls of miracles are intertwined and connected to each other, turning into a giant barrier with no blind spots, which completely blocks the rolling fog outside the border. Several "mysterious" creatures emerge in the fog, and they seem to want to rush into the territory of Daxia, but they are blocked outside by the perfect wall of miracles.

The entire western border had fallen into deathly silence. In the endless snow and wind, only the Fighting Buddha holding the golden cudgel and Lin Qiye standing beside him were left standing quietly in place.

"Fool, Lao Sha..."

The Fighting Buddha murmured something, and powerful divine power rolled out from his body. He turned into a streak of light and quickly flew towards the snowfield in the southwest.

When Lin Qiye saw this, he had a bad feeling and followed closely on his somersault cloud.

Soon, a corner of the fog that was isolated inside the wall of miracles appeared in front of the two.

The wall of miracles that was completed halfway separated the fog that had originally rushed into the territory of Daxia. Without the influx of subsequent fog, this corner of fog is now like a ball of turbid mist, gradually dissipating in the air.

The ground was littered with "mysterious" corpses, piled up on the desolate snowfield. At a glance, there were as many as thirty or forty of them.

In front of those corpses, a blood-stained figure was kneeling weakly in front of a corpse, with blood flowing out from his intestines, staining a large area of ​​blood red.