"Don't worry, I can definitely get through it," Ling Yun said with certainty and a smile.
Ling Yun said with certainty and a smile. She knew that Feng Pianwu was kind and worried that she would have an inner demon because she couldn't enjoy Ding Ning's love alone.
But she had enough confidence in herself and had already thought it through. After all, her missing father came back, her family was reunited, and she was living a life that she didn't dare to imagine before. All these were given to her by Ding Ning.
Most importantly, she was able to stay with her beloved for a long time. In her heart, her life was complete, and there were no regrets.
If her heart was not flawed, it would not have an inner demon, and the Soul Tribulation could not pose any threat to her.
"Alright then. You guys must be careful."
Feng Pianwu knew that she had understood what she meant, so she warned her carefully and didn't persuade her anymore. Instead, she began to worry about herself. "Can I get through the tribulation safely?"
After all, she was different from others. Ding Ning could be considered as her enemy who killed her brother. Although the two of them fell in love by accident and were still together now, it was impossible to say that there was no grudge between them.
Otherwise, when the people of the National Warrior's Mansion came to visit her, she would always find an excuse to avoid them. If she couldn't avoid them, she would not be nice to them. This was enough to show that she hadn't completely let go of Ding Ning. She just transferred her hatred for Ding Ning to the people of the National Warrior's Mansion.
Outside the Ulun Valley, Ding Ning, who had recovered his original appearance and had long gray hair like an old man, looked at the huge black cocoon-like boundary in front of him with fear. It was the first time that he had seen this kind of boundary condensed by strange black fog, which gave him a great headache.
In particular, the black fog was really strange. At first, he didn't take it seriously and tried to use his divine awareness to infiltrate the Ulun Valley, wanting to get in touch with He Ling 'er and ask what was going on inside.
But he didn't expect that the black fog could block the divine awareness and almost invade his soul sea through the divine awareness. He was so shocked that he immediately cut off the divine awareness.
"What the hell is this black fog?"
Ding Ning suddenly understood why he had a premonition of danger. This black fog was so strange that even He Ling'er, who was half a step into the Divine State, would pose a threat to him.
Of course, he was not worried that He Ling'er would encounter any danger. Her attainments in formations were not inferior to his in the slightest. Unless it was a sneak attack when she was caught off guard, she might fall for it. However, since she had received his warning, she would definitely be on guard, so the black fog would not be a threat to her.
At this time, Ding Ning was relieved because he sensed that the warning signs in his heart were gradually disappearing. This meant that the crisis that should have existed had changed because of his early warning, causing the strong sense of danger to slowly disappear.
Putting his mind at ease, Ding Ning developed a strong interest in the black mist. It gave him an indescribable feeling.
It seemed to be filled with all kinds of negative emotions such as evil, jealousy, violence, silence, cruelty, fear, bloodlust, resentment, and so on. But in these negative emotions, there was a faint trace of vitality.
It was a very contradictory feeling, but it was very clear and real. It was like a big pot of mixed emotions of countless people, which made him feel very interesting. He wondered if this could be considered as a disguised form of curse energy. He wondered if the God of Plague's Tusk could absorb it.
"Who?" "Who's peeping on me?"
Just as he was about to take out the God of Plague's fang to test it out, a feeling of being peeped on came to his heart. He suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of the peeping.
It was a pity that the black fog was in a hurry, like the rolling clouds. He couldn't see through the figure hidden in the black fog at all. When he looked up, the feeling of being peeped on silently disappeared, and a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.
Although he didn't know the function of the black fog, with so many chaotic emotions mixed together, the result could be imagined. If it invaded a human's brain, the human's mind would inevitably be controlled by this chaotic energy and become a schizophrenic lunatic.
The person who peeped on him could hide safely in the black fog, which meant that this person was the real culprit behind the release of the black fog.
Although he had enough confidence in He Ling 'er, at this moment, he still worried. After all, in the valley, there were not only his women and his brothers, the Wolf Cavalry, but also his friends, such as Wei Biaobiao, Taoist Deming, Zhang Tianshi, Little Pudding, Wuxiang, and so on.
He Ling 'er was a Divine Array Master, so she could definitely set up a safe Bounded Domain to protect the Blue Cloud Security and the Wolf Cavalry, but what about his friends?
Even if He Ling 'er was a Divine Array Master, she couldn't use the power of heaven and earth to set up a Bounded Domain when she was shrouded in the black fog. She could only use the materials to set up the Bounded Domain.
What was more, it was impossible for He Ling 'er to bring many materials to set up a Bounded Domain with her. It was good enough that she could barely set up a Bounded Domain to protect her own people. How could she have spare energy to protect others?
It should be noted that the requirements for materials to set up a Divine Array were also very high. They were divine-level materials, which were not so easy to get. It was not easy for He Ling 'er to gather enough materials to set up a Bounded Domain.
This made his relaxed mood immediately tense up. Whether it was Qu Wuyou, Xiang Tiange, Tianjizi, Tian Xuanzi, or his grandmother, or his friends, such as Pudding, Wuxiang, Tanlang, and Wei Biaobiao, he cherished them very much and didn't want to see any of them have an accident.
Especially Wei Biaobiao, who was Xiaoyao's biological brother and his future brother-in-law. If something really happened to him, Xiaoyao would cry herself to death.
As a scumbag who liked the new but never tired of the old, he couldn't tolerate any behavior that might make his woman sad and cry.
Therefore, at this moment, monstrous anger rose in Ding Ning's heart. The mastermind behind the scenes had done such a vicious thing, but still dared to hide in the black fog and peep at him. He was really reckless. His figure flashed and disappeared from where he was.
In the black fog, in the depths of the dense forest, on the ancient altar.
The weird statue had undergone earth-shaking changes. The black material was covered with red vein-like blood lines, which looked extremely ferocious and evil.
The statue, which was originally a dead thing, seemed to come alive under the irrigation of the blood lines, and its eyes began to flash with a dark red luster.
"Soon, soon, just a little bit more, and the blood sacrifice will be completed. The messengers of the Demon God will come to the human world and lead us, the devout believers, to destroy the world, and then build an ideal country."
Ghost Hunter had been kneeling on the ground devoutly, his eyes shining with excitement and fanaticism.
"Leader, I found an old man outside just now."
A black-clothed, devil-masked man quietly appeared beside him and reported in a voice devoid of human emotion.
"Old man?"
Ghost Hunter frowned slightly, but didn't take it seriously, "Don't care about him, just an old man."
"But, the old man found out that I was peeping at him."
The black-clothed, devil-masked man still reported dutifully.
Ghost Hunter finally looked straight at him, turned to look at the black-clothed, devil-masked man in disbelief, and said cautiously, "You mean, you were hiding in the Curtain of the Dead, and the old man also found out that you were peeping?"
The black-clothed, devil-masked man nodded and confirmed his statement.
"Is it a natural sharp perception? Or a true peerless expert? "
Ghost Hunter's pupils shrank slightly, and he fell into thought. If it was the former, it would be better, but if it was the latter, then things would be troublesome.
The blood sacrifice had been carried out to the present stage, and it was about to be completed. At this critical moment, he would never allow anyone to have a chance to destroy his plan.
"Liao One, take a team of ghost slaves to kill the old man. If you can't defeat him, lead him away, the farther the better."
Ghost Hunter quickly made a decision, and gave an unquestionable order.
Although he was full of confidence in the Curtain of the Dead, it was better to be safe than sorry. He would never leave anyone even a one in a million chance to destroy his plan.
"Yes, leader!"
Liao One responded with a cold voice, walked behind Ghost Hunter, pointed at the nine black-clothed, devil-masked men, and turned to walk out.
The nine black-clothed, devil-masked men followed him silently like walking corpses, and soon disappeared in the black fog.
"One hour, give me one more hour, and the Great Messenger can come to the human world."
Ghost Hunter whispered, but he felt a little uneasy in his heart.
He turned to look at the black-clothed, devil-masked man who had been kneeling behind him, and ordered sternly, "All ghost slaves, listen to my order, delay me for an hour at all costs, and don't let anyone come half a step here."
Nearly a hundred ghost slaves stood up from the ground, and their eyes flashed with a faint black light. They turned away without saying a word and carried out his order.
Ghost Hunter was a little relieved. Although ghost slaves could not be resurrected infinitely in the outside world, in this Curtain of the Dead, they were equivalent to the existence of immortality. A hundred undead ghost slaves should be enough to delay an old man of unknown origin.
Unless the old man had a magic treasure that specialized in restraining ghosts and monsters, or cultivated a technique that could restrain ghosts and monsters, it would be impossible for him to kill these ghost slaves.
But even so, it was basically impossible for the old man to kill all the ghost slaves in an hour and then come to the altar. After all, the Curtain of the Dead was too terrible. If he didn't have the magic weapon given by the Great Demon God to protect him, he couldn't move in it for a long time.
"I hope that those pretentious guys can break the first barrier and break out of the valley, so that the Great Messenger of the Demon God can come faster."
The Ghost Hunter's eyes were shrouded in black mist, looking at the direction of the Ulun Valley. He muttered to himself.
But he didn't notice that the sky above his so-called Curtain of the Dead was already covered with dark clouds. The dark red thunderclouds were constantly condensing, and the strong sense of oppression made everyone's heart heavy.
"Ah!"
Ding Ning didn't know if he could withstand the attack of this strange black fog, so he naturally wouldn't rush into it. After he disappeared, he changed his direction and stood next to the big black cocoon. He took out the God of Plague's Fang and tried to put it in. He couldn't help but sigh in disappointment when he found that the God of Plague's Fang had no reaction.
When he was about to put away the God of Plague's Fang, the spirit in the fang suddenly sent him a spiritual message, which made him stunned.
The spiritual message said that this black fog was the best nourishment for its evolution, but he didn't know why such a good nourishment was mixed with a trace of vitality. It was like a delicious feast that was splashed with stinky dog poop, making it lose all its appetite.
Ding Ning was surprised and happy when he heard it. He was surprised that the spirit of the fang was becoming more and more human-like, and could even use metaphors. He just didn't know if it would become a horrible thing like its original body, the Thousand-Eyed God of Plague, when it grew up.
He was happy because according to the God of Plague's Fang, although the delicious feast was splashed with stinky dog poop, it could still eat it if it pinched its nose. This gave him a glimmer of hope to restrain this black fog.
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