"Strange divine level substance? How is this possible? How can a small ghost like you come into contact with such a thing? Ah … No, I don't want to die! "
Desolate Yan wailed. It was hard to imagine that a quasi-saint would actually be so terrified. He cried out miserably with a pained expression. His face was filled with terror and astonishment.
The gray fog on his body took the form of a human. It lay on his body and tore and gnawed at him fiercely like a ferocious beast pouncing on a herbivore. It was extremely ferocious, naturally suppressing, tyrannical, and bloodthirsty.
"Pfft!"
Desolate Yan's body immediately shrank by a size. It was as if a large amount of blood essence and soul light had been absorbed. His entire person became dispirited.
Boom!
He waved his enormous body and the Flying Serpent's body lashed out at the mountainous region. The serpent's body was like a steel whip, yet also like a sharp sword. It directly eliminated a mountaintop and sent it flying high into the sky.
"I've said it before. Even someone as ostentatious and tyrannical as me has died. You're not much either. It seems like you'll die even faster." Chu Feng stood on the ruins of a dilapidated stone palace and looked at Desolate Yan in the distant mountainous region. His tone was cold.
"You want me to die? How is that possible? I want to live! " Desolate Yan bellowed and swiftly transformed into a human again. His body shrank and was covered in all kinds of runes. He was using the Flying Serpent Race's secret technique to extend his life.
"Ah …" However, he let out a miserable cry right after. The humanoid figure formed by the gray fog also shrank and became even more condensed. It entangled him and demanded his life.
"This … is even more terrifying than ordinary divine level substances. Heavens, no god can live long after coming into contact with it," Desolate Yan cried out in terror.
As a quasi-saint, he was usually calm and composed. How could he lose his composure like this? All of this was because this gray substance was too lethal. It far exceeded his expectations and shocked him.
With a swoosh, a large portion of his blood and qi dried up and was devoured by that gray substance. His entire person rapidly weakened.
Chu Feng naturally knew what was going on. This gray substance was extracted from the strongest group of old gods. The most important thing was that it was thick and there was a large amount of it. How terrifying would it be when the strange substances from several hundred gods were mixed together?
Even a god had been tormented by this gray substance to the point of incomparable misery. In his later years, he had died in terror, let alone the Ash Desolate. It didn't take long for him to lose half of his life.
Yan Huang discovered that it was most likely impossible for him to survive. He roared, "Even if I die, I'll drag you down with me!"
He struggled with all his might and suddenly sat up, wanting to rush towards Chu Feng.
However, the gray mist tangled about him again, turning into a human form, a vicious beast, and then a malicious spirit. It continuously changed, wishing to merge into his body.
"Ah! You … Fourth Brother, how did you come back to life? Are you hallucinating? Scram! I killed you twenty years ago!" Yong Huang roared, his eyes bloodshot.
He pounced on Chu Feng again, intending to kill him.
Chu Feng wasn't afraid. He pulled out the gourd and suddenly slapped the bottom of the green gourd. With a bang, the mouth of the gourd spewed out even more dense gray matter.
In the blink of an eye, the gray matter turned into headless ghosts, red-haired old corpse apes, sinister devils, and miserable beasts. All of them pounced on Desolate Abyss.
Although he was a quasi-saint, he fell straight down and was drowned by the gray matter.
"Dammit, this is a mutated gray matter. Even gods will fall here. It's the most powerful and bizarre matter. Heavens, could it be that I, Yong Huang, am really going to die here and be killed by an ant?! " Yong Huang howled. He was too unwilling to accept this. He was a quasi-saint, and moreover, he was a creature that had reached this step in a short period of time. He was proud and arrogant, but the result was so tragic.
In his opinion, the so-called miserable old age should only arrive after he was at least six or seven hundred years old.
"Hehe …" Chu Feng stood in the distance and revealed a cold smile. "You look down on me with such a lofty attitude, but in the end, you were trampled to death by an ant in your eyes. How laughable."
"Go to the Yang Realm. Only there is a path of survival there. I want to live …" Yong Huang's voice was very weak, but he struggled and wanted to escape.
Chu Feng's heart stirred when he heard this. There was a path of survival in the Yang Realm?
At the thought of this, he controlled the green gourd and withdrew some of the gray matter to lessen Yong Huang's injuries.
"Hmm?!"
At this moment, Yong Huang was shocked. He stared at the green gourd and said with a trembling voice, "An innate divine object born from the primal chaos?!"
At the same time, he was extremely angry and unwilling. The ant in his eyes actually possessed such a supreme treasure?
Ordinary containers could only store the gray matter for a short period of time. Not long after, they would be corroded and even directly destroyed. Only this kind of innate divine object born from the primal chaos could store and release the gray matter freely.
"Can you survive if you go to the Yang Realm?" Chu Feng asked him.
"Let me go!" Yong Huang spoke. Although he was still lying on the ground, his eyes were full of desire.
He felt that since Chu Feng could use the green gourd to take away ninety percent of the gray matter in his body, there was definitely a portion that couldn't be removed and had long since fused into his flesh and soul.
However, as long as he could take away ninety percent, he would have a chance to live for a period of time and think of a way. Even if he followed the path sealed by his ancestors to the Yang Realm, it was still better than sitting here and waiting for death.
"Forget it if you don't want to say." Chu Feng sneered. With a bang, he patted the bottom of the green gourd again and a stretch of gray matter immediately sprayed out.
This gray matter was especially sensitive to divine level life forms and the bloodline of divine beasts. It immediately pounced over and charged forward.
"Ah …" Yong Huang screamed miserably.
In an instant, his entire body spasmed and emitted a fishy smell. That was because he was rotting and even his blood was filled with the smell of decay.
The strangeness of a god's later years and all kinds of terrifying things were reflected on Yong Huang. He was just a quasi-saint, so how could he endure it?
"Spare me. There's no enmity between us. Take away this gray fog," Yong Huang spoke again. He had completely submitted and lowered his stance.
At the same time, he also told Chu Feng that there were ancient and terrifying supreme existences in the Yang Realm who were sleeping in a few special mountain terrains. They might have the ability to help people dissolve this kind of strange matter.
"What? They're that powerful?" Chu Feng was moved.
"Yes, some of them dared to hunt down the ancestor of our world who had truly cultivated the Six Rays of Time Technique. How could they not be powerful? I'm guessing they most likely have supreme methods that might be able to purify some of the gray matter. "
In reality, Yong Huang was only guessing and couldn't be sure.
Chu Feng was silent. He knew how powerful the powerhouses of the Yang Realm were, but he still didn't have a clear understanding of how powerful they were. He couldn't estimate their depths because he would always be attacked by the other legends of those characters. They were boundlessly powerful!
After that, Chu Feng didn't pay attention to Yong Huang anymore. He let the gray matter drown him and turn him into malicious spirits. In the end, all of them tunneled into Yong Huang's body.
The stench assailed his nostrils and the gray fog drifted about. Everything was a mess and Yong Huang was surrounded by tainted blood. He couldn't even let out a scream and could only crawl there, unable to move.
He would only occasionally stretch out a hand and grab in Chu Feng's direction. His eyes were filled with resentment, fear, and pleading for mercy. He wanted Chu Feng to let him go.
Chu Feng ignored him and watched as he slowly rotted away.
After that, he turned around to look at Jin Lin, Shi Hong, Winged Godhead, and the others.
None of them dared to escape. They were truly terrified by the gray matter. They had come to this world for over a year and knew what it was since a long time ago.
Once they were tainted, they wouldn't be able to escape even if they committed suicide and fled back to their original universe.
In reality, Chu Feng really wanted to use the azure calabash to blast them and release the gray matter. However, he was worried that these people's souls would return to their original universe with a large amount of gray matter. It would cause a disaster and implicate others.
Therefore, he endured it in the end.
"Yes, I understand. You're afraid that the gray matter will contaminate our universe, so you don't dare to attack us rashly, right?" Daoist Jin Lin was the first to come to a realization.
Winged Godhead nodded and said, "That's right. Even though you have the black Soul Bell and can forcefully keep our souls here, the gray matter can also contaminate your Soul Bell."
"Brother Chu, how about this? You go your own way, and we'll go our own way. We'll mind our own business. How about it?" Shi Hong said.
"Dao Friend, farewell!" Daoist Jin Lin cupped his hands and said with a smile.
"Farewell, Brother Chu!" The Golden Heavenly Spider, the White Phoenix Clan's young master, and the others also revealed a smile. They turned around and wanted to leave.
"Do you guys think that I can't do anything to you without using the gray matter? When I just came to this world, I fought against a group of you alone. What more now?! "
Chu Feng was rather calm. Then, he raised a large hand and grabbed forward. He was going to fight all of them alone.
With a swoosh, yin and yang qi circulated and transformed into yin and yang light. This was a wonderful technique that was on par with the Five-colored Divine Light. It swept forward with vast power!
Bang!
The White Phoenix Clan's young master roared. His soul light shook violently as he transformed into a white phoenix and attacked the yin and yang light that was charging over. In the end, he let out a blood-curdling scream as his feathers fluttered in the air. He coughed out a large mouthful of soul blood and was sent flying.
Daoist Jin Lin's eyes flickered as he muttered, "Yin and Yang, two kinds of rare materials, are on him!"
How could he not be shocked? How deep was the Dao Race's foundation? But they only prepared one kind of rare material for him because it was too rare.
As a result, he walked the path of breaking all techniques with one technique.
According to what he knew, no one else had a rare material of this level on them. Even the material that Ying Zhexian used to cultivate the Five-colored Divine Light could only be considered a quasi-rare material. It couldn't be said to be the rarest thing in the world.
Jin Lin previously chose to make a move on Chu Feng and the others because he had heard that Chu Feng had cultivated the yin and yang light. He believed that he had a rare material on him and wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to intercept it.
Now, he saw it with his own eyes!
In reality, Chu Feng had long set his eyes on Jin Lin. He had long heard Ying Zhexian mention that in their generation, only Daoist Jin Lin could be sure to have a rare material on him. It was one of the materials to cultivate the Wonderful Seven Treasures Technique!
Chu Feng had already collected two of them. He naturally wouldn't let go of the one on Jin Lin's body today!
"Hehe … Jin Lin, thank you!" Chu Feng said with a smile.
In a split second, Jin Lin shivered.
At the end of the earth, the Little Daoist and the others found Yaoyao. Now, they were rushing toward the scene of the accident at top speed.
"Brother, you must persevere. You must live!" Many people were praying.
"Father … Father!" The Little Daoist was howling dryly. He was very sad. In the end, he even shouted loudly, "Father, I forgot again … I didn't ask you to make a will!"
"Nephew, stop howling. If your father comes out alive and kicking in a while, I guarantee that he'll beat you up!" The big black yak reminded him from the side.
"How is that possible? It's already been so long. He definitely can't persevere." Following that, the Little Daoist howled dryly again and said, "Father … you're so miserable. Even if your innate talents are matchless, you can only die if you go up against a quasi-saint before you've matured. I'm so sad. I forgot to ask you to make a will again. Boohoo … What exactly is our family's most precious heirloom? Where is it? Father, please manifest your spirit in heaven. Quickly come out and tell me! "
Smack, smack!
"Ouch! Mother, don't hit me! "
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