Chapter 274 The Master’s Style Fell to the Ground

"Master Qian, have you ever heard of it?"

The old monk from Daming Temple next to him asked.

"I actually read a book that mentioned the Black God."

Master Qian nodded. He was a master of Jinghai Academy's generation. He had read countless books, and he might have known some old legends.

"It is said that before the ancient gods and wild gods appeared, there was a local god in our world, and this local god was the Black God."

A local deity?

Wu Chong withdrew his gaze and ignored him.

Those who are not gods will be crushed to death after they turn into gods. Having reached his current state of cultivation, he also has some guesses about the gods in this world. The golden elixir stage corresponds to heavenly beings, and the Nascent Soul stage should correspond to the top powerhouses such as the old Celestial Master. Judging from previous contacts, Lao Tianshi and the others probably have not taken the last step.

In other words, all warriors in this world are still under the power of the wild gods and ancient gods and cannot transcend.

The contemporary Emperor Qi wanted to escape, but unfortunately he was stopped by Master Wu.

This hatred of blocking the road is irreconcilable!

That is to say, Qihuang is dead now. If his strength is still there, Qihuang will definitely go out of the capital in person to 'thank' him, the bandit leader.

"It should be over here."

Scanning his consciousness, Wu Chong discovered several people, and also saw some dark monsters that transformed into humans.

Skipping this information, he finally found the whereabouts of several acquaintances.

Ding Wushang and several old Taoist priests from the Zhenwu Sect were embarrassingly avoiding the attacks of several dark figures. Their knives slashed at those black figures without any effect. On the contrary, they could only be hunted down non-stop. The situation was quite desperate.

"Would you like to go in and take a look?"

"New gods, maybe."

The two old guys were still discussing what to do next.

"This way."

Wu Chong turned around and walked along the street. The heavy fog around him had no effect on him. The two old guys looked at this kind of attitude when they came to their own vegetable garden. They were stunned for a while, and all the words they had not finished speaking were returned to their stomachs.

Ding Wushang rolled awkwardly and dodged the blow.

The one who made the sneak attack was a 'senior brother' of his generation. This man was a disciple of Uncle Jinghaicheng, and he was of the same generation as him. After the two of them received the news about the changes in the temple, they organized people to come over. Originally, they had not thought of it in their plan. They never thought that this fog, which was not about martial ethics, suddenly erupted and enveloped them.

What follows is endless time to escape.

There is a black monster in this mist, which can transform into a human or a beast.

The beast will constantly attack and devour people who are alone, and it will be even more troublesome for people. It will blend into the team and act like the person it replaces, until there is an inadvertent opportunity to attack the people around it. This kind of monster that transforms into an adult is not destined to die. As long as it is seen through, it will leave automatically and then look for the next opportunity.

These news were all obtained in exchange for human lives in these days.

"Brother, leave quickly."

Another junior brother who was somewhat injured hugged the monster's leg, giving Ding Wushang a chance to escape.

"What the hell!"

Ding Wushang cursed, turned around and ran away.

Behind him, the body of the ‘senior brother’ who had been seen through liquefied bit by bit, turning back into black liquid and seeping into the ground.

The little Taoist priest who rescued Ding Wushang showed a smile on his face.

‘If I saved my senior brother, my death will not be in vain. ’

At this time, the roar of a beast transformed into a black shadow came from behind.

"Walk!"

Just when the little Taoist priest thought he would explain, Ding Wushang, who had escaped earlier, suddenly returned and carried him on his shoulders regardless of the little Taoist priest's objections.

"Brother, please let me go. If this continues, both of us will die."

"No one in Zhenwu Cult would abandon his fellow disciples for a chance to survive."

Ding Wushang replied.

The mist surged, and a ferocious monster jumped out of it.

Ding Wushang raised his hand and gave it a palm.

Bang! !

The monster seemed to have no brains. Ding Wushang slapped it on the forehead, and its forehead was blown open. These monsters are invulnerable in human form, and can be broken in animal form but cannot be killed. The beast-shaped monster with its head exploded scattered in all directions, and black liquid splashed everywhere, but the monster's claws were not affected in any way and continued to grab at the two of them.

At this critical moment, a foot suddenly kicked out from the fog, kicking the wolf-shaped beast's body in half, and black liquid flew everywhere.

"Old Ding, you're in a miserable state."

Wu Chong walked out of the fog with two old men.

"Boy Wu?"

The moment he saw Wu Chong, a hint of surprise flashed in Ding Wushang's eyes, and then his expression changed.

"Why did you come in? Did you inform Master when you came in?"

"If you have to call your parents for such a small matter, Lao Dingqi's expert demeanor has fallen to the ground."

Wu Chong patted Ding Wushang's shoulder earnestly.

This guy had frightened him once, and Master Wu would always remember this!

He is such a good person who has won the favor of others for thousands of years.

Hearing Wu Chong's teasing, Ding Wushang almost spit out blood. Why did such a serious matter turn into calling your parents when it comes to you? Can you think about the overall situation? The events in front of you are obviously beyond the level of gods and humans, and it requires stronger people to suppress it.

"Let's go, there are a few people over there who need to be rescued together."

Wu Chong's purpose of coming here this time is very simple.

One is to save people.

The second is to drive back this layer of fog that may destroy his foundation, at least not to let it harm his own territory.

He doesn't care about gods or anything.

It was someone else's fight, and he tried not to get involved.

He led Ding Wushang and others in another direction.

"Master Wu, it seems that you can tell the direction in the fog." Master Qian and the old monk are both human beings, and they gradually have problems with their taste. Although they don't know what method Wu Chong used, since they can save people, they must be able to tell the direction. In this way, they are much more sure of saving people.

After a few people walked for a while, Wu Chong in front stopped.

"What's wrong?"

Ding Wushang asked for a moment. In the fog he had been in these days, everything seemed to be wrong.

Wu Chong ignored him and looked at the wall on the left.

The wall was twenty meters away, completely hidden in the mist. Ding Wushang and the others could not see it, but Wu Chong could see it clearly under the cover of his spiritual consciousness.

On the wall made of bluestone, seven or eight dark things squatted there, staring at them with pairs of lifeless eyes. Among them, two black things were changing their appearance, and one of them slowly turned into the same appearance as Wu Chong.