Purgatory

Chapter 279 Lost Crisis
A sword boat drifted aimlessly in the depths of the dense fog.

Without the reference of the sun, moon and stars, one would not know day and night, and the loss of time is as elusive as the human heart.

Pang Jian stood at the window on the third floor from time to time, watching the drastic change in everyone's mood with cold eyes.

Every once in a while, the expressions on the faces of the disciples of Jianlou and Heigu below, and the meaning revealed in their eyes, will undergo surprising changes.

At first, everyone pointed their finger at... him.

It was said that it was because of his unnecessary actions, because he jumped out of the sword boat to chase those green ants, which caused Qi Qingsong to order to follow, causing the sword boat to deviate from the direction.

The accuser believes that without him disturbing the direction of the sword boat, everyone would not be lost, and should have already reached the forbidden land.

I do not know how long it has been.

It may have been a few days, or it may have been half a month, but the sword boat still couldn't find its direction, and was still drifting in the "strange fog".

The world, including the way back, seems to be getting farther and farther away from everyone.

Everyone's patience was being consumed day by day, and those who took out the spiritual jade and meditated to practice became more and more irritable.

"Don't practice, everyone, as long as you maintain the existence of the shield, if you can never get rid of the mist, what's the point of improving the realm?"

A disciple of Heigu's outer sect suddenly shouted loudly that day.

His eyes were full of despair, and under the gaze of everyone, he smiled miserably: "Qi Qingsong, Jianzhou should stop wandering around. Without the direction coordinates, the flying of Jianzhou is a waste of spiritual jade."

"Try, I've tried countless times, but I still haven't broken through the strange fog, and I haven't been able to reach the forbidden land?"

"If the direction is wrong, the sword boat will still be spinning in the mist for another year or so."

Qi Qingsong in the stands on the third floor frowned.

The person who huddled in the cabin and was responsible for filling the array with spirit jade and planning the course for the sword boat also came out after hearing the words.

"You're right."

The middle-aged man named Han Lu said to Qi Qingsong: "Since entering the mist, [-] Lingyu have been consumed, and I still have [-] available. However, Jianzhou If you keep moving, the spirit jade will continue to be consumed."

He shook his head and said bitterly: "After all, there will be a day when you will be exhausted."

Qi Qingsong had no choice but to say, "Then stop for now."

"Everyone also think of a way to see if the treasure in your hands that can communicate can communicate with people outside the mist." Nie You from the Sword Tower yelled.

"I've tried it a long time ago, but I can't get in touch at all."

"People are in the mist and lose all five senses. How can they communicate with the outside world?"

"It's useless."

"..."

The disciples of Jianlou and Heigu responded with sighs.

The third floor belongs to Pang Jian's room.

"Brother Zhou, do you have enough spiritual jade? How long can it last?"

Pang Jian leaned against the window and looked at the sword tower and Heigu disciples on the deck. He saw helplessness, confusion, loss and...deeper and deeper despair on everyone's faces.

"Just to maintain the existence of the shield, it can last for about two months."

Zhou Qingchen, who had never dared to withdraw the crimson mask, became unkempt again, with a beard all over his face.

He couldn't help smiling wryly: "Who would have thought that this lightning-fast sword boat would get lost in the relatively safe mist above?"

"Brother Zhou, if you don't have enough Lingyu in your hand, remember to tell me in advance."

"Well, I won't be polite to you."

Zhou Qingchen smiled.

Pang Jian nodded slightly.

He slipped a thought into the storage bracelet, and saw that there were still thousands of pieces of spirit jade, plus... a large number of spirit stones.

Because he didn't know when he would be able to get out of the "strange fog", and he couldn't establish a connection with the mysterious turtle. In order to save the more precious spirit jade, he has been using spirit stones to arrange small-scale spirit gathering arrays for a while.

Then, he formed a green shield with a single spiritual power to isolate his body from the mist.

He was so cautious because the bodies of the seven dead who were killed by Nie You and Ye Fei had already been corroded into ashes.

This shows that even if there are no brain-eating green ants, if the flesh and blood are exposed for a long time, they will still be slowly infected by some kind of force in the mist.

With a thought, he concentrated on the sword order again.

Thousands of figures of big fat men in blue wielding swords in the small world within the sword order have all disappeared.

Due to the disconnection with the Purgatory Heaven and Earth, even Li Zhaotian, who was as strong as Li Zhaotian, could not continue to inject power into the sword order, and those figures who practiced the sword art also disappeared.

Time passes like water.

I don't know how long it took.

The sword boat moored in the thick smog still couldn't find the direction to the forbidden land, and didn't know how to return, so he could only look forward to meeting the people who came in later.

For example, Mozong, Tianshuize, or sectarian forces from the first realm.

"call!"

Like a candle being extinguished in the wind, the spiritual power shield that a dull Heigu outer disciple had sacrificed for a long time disappeared.

"Wang Ji, you..."

Lu Lianchen from Heigu hurriedly approached him and yelled strangely, "What's the matter with you?"

"My spiritual jade is exhausted."

Wang Ji lowered his head and said in a low voice, "I am the first one to drain the spiritual jade, but I won't be the only one. Brother Lu, you don't have to worry about me, because everyone will die, and it is destined to be difficult to escape from the mist."

"Just like the legend, those who get lost in the mist will eventually die in the mist."

"Will disappear forever."

Lifting his head, he calmly looked at Lu Lingchan who took out the Lingyu and handed it to him, and said: "It's useless, I can't find a way to leave, death is just a matter of time. Junior sister Lu, don't waste resources on me, I... resigned to my fate."

He bowed his head and said nothing.

Everyone looked at him with complicated eyes, looking at this person who was exposed in the mist with a fresh body.

"laugh!"

A golden light flashed in Pang Jian's eyes, and then quietly disappeared.

He drank lightly from the window on the third floor: "There are no green ants."

"Wang Ji, tell us how you feel!"

Ye Fei of Heigu shouted: "You are the first person to live in the mist without being eaten by green ants! If you can survive, it will prove that everyone does not need to keep the shield all the time! In this case, we It can last longer, maybe it can last until someone discovers it!"

"That's right! Wang Ji, please persevere!"

"Anyway, tell us how you feel, we need to know how to live!"

"Wang Ji, come on!"

The disciples of Jianlou and Heigu looked at him from different positions, and when many female disciples encouraged him, they couldn't help sobbing.

Those women were not really worried about Wang Ji's safety, but felt a sense of sadness that they felt the same way.

They obviously knew that what Wang Ji was going through at this moment would be their turn in the end.

If Wang Ji couldn't escape, they would die too.

"I……"

Wang Ji, a disciple of Heigu's outer sect, feels himself silently, as if he is carefully comprehending the wonder of flesh and blood surrounded by strange fog.

Then, he didn't make any sound anymore, just died so silently.

Pang Jian observed carefully, but did not see the appearance of brain-eating ants.

Like everyone else, he can only see the ubiquitous "strange fog", slowly seeping into the pores of Wang Ji's skin, and entering his heart and lungs with Wang Ji's breathing.

Wang Ji died so slowly, little by little, his flesh and blood slowly rotting under the eyes of everyone.

Until, the dry bones also turned into nothingness, like becoming part of the gray smoke.

During this process, the atmosphere on the sword boat became extremely dull.

Wang Ji's death was like extinguishing the only spark of hope in everyone's hearts.

"He's right, everyone will die from the mist, it's just a matter of time."

"Ha! What I said above, that I am in the mist of safety, is completely deceiving!"

"The most terrifying mist in the world, the mist that wraps the entire purgatory, how can they comprehend it!"

"No matter how much spirit jade there is, there will be a day when it will be exhausted. Everyone, be ready to die."

More and more pessimists are venting their negative emotions. Spiritual tools, armor, accessories, and all items that contain spiritual power have become meaningless.

They draw spiritual power as much as possible from all things that can draw spiritual power, and hold the attitude of living every day.

"Lu Lingchan."

Fang Boxuan took the initiative to walk to the side of Lu Lingchan, the leader of Heigu.

He smiled indifferently, but said to the woman who looked bitter and mean: "Huang Ying, you are right, I am Fang Xuan."

"I knew it was you!"

Huang Ying sneered.

"You, a servant of the Lu family, didn't have the guts to talk to me like that before."

Now that the matter has come to this point, Fang Boxuan no longer hides his secrets, saying: "Before our Fang family was exterminated, we have always been higher than the Lu family among the powerful families in the second realm."

He said this while looking at Lu Lingchan, and said, "You should also agree with this, right?"

Lu Lingchan nodded lightly, first waved her hand to signal Huang Ying to shut up, and then said: "The reason why the Fang family was swept away by the Mozong has always been a mystery, can you tell me why?"

"because of you."

Fang Boxuan said with a smile, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Lu Lingchan was at a loss: "Because of me?"

"You and I have a marriage contract, but your cultivation talent is so high that it makes the owner of the Black Valley very happy. He not only accepts you as a personal disciple, but also plans to betroth you to someone in the barren land of Beixu. That person's Master, I personally came down from the first realm to see the roots and qualifications I have seen."

"He expressed his satisfaction, so he made a condition with Mozong, intending to let me die quietly and completely terminate this marriage contract."

"I did this to prevent his apprentice from having grudges in his heart when he knew that I was still alive. He was afraid that it would affect his apprentice's breakthrough."

"My grandfather loved me very much and refused to agree to execute me secretly, so he secretly sent me away."

"So, our Fang family was bloodily cleaned up by the Demon Sect."

Fang Boxuan laughed and told the cruel truth.

Lu Lingchan looked at him quietly first, then sat down and closed her eyes, silent for a long time.

"Aunt Huang, is that really the case?"

She turned her back to Huang Ying and asked.

"It's not too bad." Huang Ying said coldly.

Lu Lingchan nodded and sighed: "Fang Xuan, I don't know about this matter at all, I..."

"I don't blame your Fang family. Your family and I are family friends, and this matter cannot be left to your Fang family. It was your master, someone from the barren land, and the Demon Sect that contributed to the destruction of our Fang family."

Fang Boxuan couldn't even maintain the false smile on his face. There was nothing more sad than heartbreak, and he said indifferently: "Damn it, I've endured it until now, but when I look back, I find it's meaningless."

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(End of this chapter)