The difficult path of cultivation for a grassroots female practitioner

Defensive magic weapons cannot stop the black fog, and offensive magic weapons are also ineffective against this fog-like thing.

The spiritual power blew past, and in just the blink of an eye, the black fog gathered again.

Only high temperature flames can eliminate some of them.

But these black groups that gathered together became larger and larger, and more and more numerous, and their resistance to spells became stronger and stronger.

In addition to continuously casting fire spells, Tao Yiran also had to continuously input spiritual power into the protective shield. As he struggled to hold on, his spiritual power was quickly consumed.

It is very likely that all the cultivators who entered the secret realm had encountered this special ghost thing. Even if there were cultivators who had not encountered it, no one would be kind enough to rescue them.

As time passed, Tao Yiran gradually became desperate.

There was not much spiritual energy left in the body, but the thick fog outside was growing bigger and bigger.

He quickly took out the life-saving defense talisman from the storage ring, and then stuffed the storage ring into Tao Yu'an's hand.

"Put it away. When you return, only keep the smallest teahouse. Sell the rest. Then focus on your cultivation."

Tao Yuan screamed in surprise, "Brother, no!"

Although she didn't know what her brother was going to do, the words about his funeral arrangements filled her with extreme fear.

Tao Yiran continued without hesitation, "As long as there's even the slightest opening, you must rush out immediately. Just fly as hard as you can. If you encounter a black mass, blow it away with the strong wind. Don't pause for even a moment."

They just didn't understand the power of the black group at the beginning, and they only wanted to destroy it, so they missed the best time to escape, allowing the black group to gather more and more, and eventually become uncontrollable.

After Tao Yiran finished speaking, he activated the life-saving defense talisman that could withstand the attack of a Nascent Soul cultivator and slapped it on Tao Anyu.

Then, his body suddenly swelled up, and with Tao Yu'an screaming "No!" in horror, he exploded.

The huge wave of spiritual energy finally shook away the thick fog that was like a sticky black liquid, and Tao Yu'an saw the gray sky again.

The defensive talisman on Tao Yu'an's body lit up with a dazzling light, blocking all the spiritual power impact caused by Tao Yiran's self-explosion.

Tao Yu'an burst into tears, but she didn't dare to stop for a moment.

She cannot let down the path her brother opened for her with his life.

Controlling the flying sword, he kept making hand gestures with his hands, flying quickly while using the spiritual power to blow away the black mass coming from the front.

Xiao Han also felt the seriousness of the problem.

She gave up the fire spell and began to cast thunder spells quickly.

"Boom, boom..."

Balls of light exploded one after another, dispersing some of the thick black fog.

Xiao Han then took Luo Yufan and flew forward immediately.

She also adopted the same gale tactic, using spiritual power to clear the obstacles ahead.

The spiritual power in his body was output crazily, and his flying speed reached the limit, determined to prevent the black group from gathering and besieging him.

Fortunately, they were originally wandering around the outermost area and soon saw the exit of the crack.

When she rushed out of the crack and saw the clean and refreshing sky of Yuantian Continent, Xiao Han almost cried with joy.

It was truly too dangerous just now. If they had gone a little deeper, or escaped a little more slowly, it would have been hard to say whether they could have gotten out today.

At this time, many monks who had just run out were standing in the void, all discussing the black evil spirit in the ancient battlefield.

There was also a steady stream of monks rushing out from the cracks.

Xiao Han even saw some cultivators surrounded by black air, with their faces looking gray.

The monks who were close to him subconsciously moved away and hurried away from him.

The man did not stop and quickly fled downwards.

Then, Xiao Han heard a Nascent Soul cultivator stroke his beard and say to the person beside him, "This person has been invaded by evil spirits. Even if he has the ability to remove them after returning, his foundation will probably be damaged and his cultivation will decline."

A Foundation Establishment junior nearby asked with lingering fear, "Do you think this black fog has become a spirit? Why did I hear a sound similar to screaming when I was destroying it?"

The Nascent Soul cultivator said, "I guess the evil energy inside is too dense. After millions of years, it hasn't dissipated, but has instead condensed into evil spirits. These evil spirits may have been dormant and unrevealed before, but the large number of cultivators entering alarmed them, causing them to immediately gather and form, and begin attacking all living creatures."

Another person sighed and said, "Who knows how many low-level cultivators will perish among those who enter this time."

This sentence immediately silenced many monks.

Indeed, they were lucky to escape, but those who did not escape had no choice but to perish.

Mana will eventually be depleted, and magical weapons will quickly corrode. Once entangled by it, the black evil will gather more and more, and there is basically no hope of escape.

There were constantly monks escaping in panic from the cracks, and more and more monks gathered in the void.

They gathered here, on the one hand, to wait for their clansmen, fellow disciples, friends, and acquaintances, and on the other hand, to find out if there would be any other unusual changes happening inside.

Then, Xiao Han saw Tao Yu'an rushing out with tears on his face.

I was suddenly shocked. Could it be that Tao Yiran was in danger?

After all, everyone was an acquaintance from Anyang City, so Xiao Han flew over.

Watching his brother blow himself up in front of him, using his life to buy a way to survive, Tao Yu'an's spirit was on the verge of collapse.

Seeing Xiao Han at this time, she didn't care whether she and Xiao Han were good friends or not. She whimpered, rushed over and hugged Xiao Han and burst into tears.

Although Tao Yu'an is not young anymore, she has always lived under her brother's protection, and her life can be described as peaceful and smooth. How can she remain calm and forbearing when faced with such a sudden change?

Xiao Han hugged Tao Yu'an, who was almost mentally broken, and gently stroked her back, giving her silent comfort.

You don't need to ask to know that Tao Yiran probably won't be able to come out.

Although Xiao Han didn't like Tao Yiran, they were an acquaintance after all. At this moment, he couldn't help but feel sad when he saw the rabbit's death and the fox's grief.

On the road to immortality, how many people have died early.

Tao Yu'an cried for half a cup of tea before he finally vented his grief. He suppressed his grief and let Xiao Han go.

"Fellow Daoist Xiao, I'm sorry, I lost my composure."

Tao Yu'an wiped the tears from his face and apologized in a hoarse voice.

Xiao Han comforted her, "It's okay. Crying will make you feel better."

Tao Yu'an's tears almost fell again. She whispered softly, "My brother blew himself up in order to let me escape."

"What?" Xiao Han screamed.

If one self-destructs, his soul will be completely destroyed, and even the hope of reincarnation will be gone.

Tao Yu'an told Xiao Han what had happened, and he fell silent.

Tao Yiran may not be a person of noble character, but he is definitely a good brother.

For monks, death is not the end. Some special mystical techniques can even allow monks to reincarnate with their memories.

But if he self-destructs, he will really disappear from the world, from heaven to earth, and there will be no such person in the world anymore.