Finally cultivated the 300th minor demon art.

  Zuo Mo let out a deep breath. The little demon's magic was not complex at all, but there were many types, making his head ache. If it wasn't for his good spiritual roots, he would probably have to expend a lot of effort.

  He suddenly lifted his head and a commotion came from in front of him.

  Something's wrong!

  Zuo Mo was shocked and delighted, he couldn't remember how many days it had been, but since entering this damned ancient battlefield, they hadn't encountered anything. He moved suddenly, appearing at the front of the group.

  Not far away, a thin blood mist is diffused, with faint movements. The range of the blood mist is extremely wide and boundless.

  Out of caution, the team stopped in its tracks.

  The Pao demon emerged, looking solemnly at the blood fog in front of him: "Be careful, this is a killing fog, and there are killing soul beasts inside."

  Zuo Mo wasn't hearing about the Soul-Devouring Beast for the first time, every time Pu Yao mentioned it, his tone was very serious. He couldn't help but ask: "Is this thing very powerful?"

  "Hmm." Pu Yao gazed at the blood mist in front of him, his eyes widening in surprise: "Generally speaking, on a battlefield, if the deceased are not given a proper sendoff, their spirits will wander this battlefield. The battlefield's malignant energy is thick and heavy, these spirits won't disperse, instead they'll absorb the malignant energy and form vengeful spirits. Over time, these vengeful spirits will become vengeful spirit beasts. This blood mist, its scale is unprecedented, I'm afraid the vengeful spirit beasts inside are not to be underestimated."

  Pu Yao's words made Zuo Mo somewhat hesitant; if it was really that dangerous, entering this Blood Fog...

  After some thought, he ordered them to stay put.

  Jinwu Camp has a brand new look.

  The Jinwu Hall was crowded with people, and from time to time, small groups of three or five people could be seen discussing in a lively atmosphere. This was a unique habit formed in the Xiaoshan boundary. Everyone came from a small school, with limited knowledge, and many problems encountered at that time were not something that one person could solve on their own. Under duress, concentrating everyone's strength became the only choice. Over time, this also became a unique habit of Jinwu Camp.

  The unique and open-minded atmosphere of Jinwu Camp, and the trust established with each other in adversity, is the most fertile soil. Zuo Mo's jade slip is like a spring rain, suddenly bursting forth with vitality.

  But today they gathered together, and it wasn't to discuss formations or anything like that.

  "We have the Miasma ahead of us. Although the adults have decided to temporarily encamp, we must prepare to enter the Miasma." Sun Bao said in a low voice.

  Everyone below listened carefully, and since everyone had made a vow of loyalty, their feelings became even more intimate. If it could be said that before, everyone was more like collaborators, then now, everyone was like fellow disciples.

  "I don't want to disrupt everyone's training plan, but the situation is urgent." Ji Wei interjected: "Our Golden Crow Camp not only cannot drag down the adults' legs, but also must try our best to assist the adults. Otherwise, aren't we useless?"

  The people below nodded one after another, with expressions of approval on their faces.

  Sun Bao nodded silently and said in a solemn and low voice, "So, I have decided with Master Ji Wei to gather the strength of the entire camp to refine a magical treasure!"

  The 500th kind!

  Zuo Mo collapsed onto the ground, exhausted.

  Zuo Mo was frantically practicing his little demon techniques, not for anything else, but just to be able to get that manual from Pu Yao's hands earlier. If they entered this expanse of killing fog, the most dangerous would be the Vermilion Bird Camp and the Golden Crow Camp.

  Entering the eerie fog is truly stepping into the inner circle of the ancient battlefield.

  Although the road ahead is fraught with danger, it offers more hope than the desolate wasteland of recent days. Pu Yao also confirmed this, the closer he got to the core area of the battlefield, the more likely he was to figure out what was going on.

  Unless they can find a portal that works, figuring out the exact location of this realm is their only hope for leaving.

  Sweat as big as beans gathered into small streams, flowing down the cheeks, too busy to wipe away, a hoarse voice said: "Pu, Fa Jue!"

  "Good." Pu Yao didn't waste any words and handed over a jade slip with great promptness.

  He grasped the jade slip, and with a surge of energy, he forced himself to get up and ran towards Zhuque Camp. Behind him, Pu Yao's eyes shone with an unusual light, and he muttered almost inaudibly: "Divine Guidance Technique... truly something to look forward to..."

  In front of Gong Sun Zan, Zhuo's army had formed up in perfect array.

  Everyone was silent, their faces filled with anticipation. This was the first gathering since they entered this haunted place. Was there a mission? Many people couldn't help but feel excited, for these war-loving folks, after such a long time, cooped up on the ship every day, they were almost growing mold.

  "From today on, all your training tasks are temporarily cancelled and replaced with the cultivation of this mantra."

  Gongsun Zhi smiled slightly and immediately, people like Zong Ru beside him quickly distributed jade slips to the crowd.

  Everyone's face showed a look of confusion, cultivating new techniques? However, they suppressed the curiosity in their hearts and remained motionless.

  "Let's take a look."

  Until Gongsun Cha said this, they immediately flipped through the jade slip in their hands.

  "Killing Spirit"

  Gongsun Cha looked at the shocked and ecstatic faces of the crowd, and couldn't help but smile. With this manual, the combat power of Zhuque Camp would not only not decline, but would instead advance even further.

  However, one's own strength...

  His gaze fell on Zuo Shi Xiong who was practicing diligently with his head down in the distance, and he suddenly smiled.

  After some time, maybe I can give Left Uncle a surprise.

  At the edge of the killing fog, the team set up camp. The entire camp was bustling with activity, even Zuo Mo buried his head in bitter training. The killing fog was right in front of him, nothing could motivate Zuo Mo more than this. With every increase in strength, there would be a greater chance of survival.

  Under the stimulation of death, Zuo Mo dug out his amazing potential and made rapid progress.

  He has now cultivated the Mahavairocana Demon Body to the third transformation, the "Sunline Palm". The power of this move makes him feel deeply excited. This move can condense into a golden giant palm over ten zhang in size, and with one slap, half a mountain peak disappears without a trace. Even Xie Shan and Shu Long, seeing Zuo Mo bring out this move, couldn't help but turn pale.

  Xie Shan is now filled with gratitude, fortunately, after breaking through the Golden Elixir, he didn't become arrogant. The Great One doesn't know where he learned such an eerie and mysterious technique, each one having unimaginable power. He dares to say that if he were to fight the Great One, he wouldn't have a single chance of winning.

  The longer Xie Shan stayed by Zuo Mo's side, the more reverence he felt in his heart. In his eyes, Zuo Mo was mysterious and unpredictable, with too many unsolved mysteries surrounding him.

  Zuo Mo's head was covered in dust and his face was pale, his palms ached as if they were being cut by knives. On his palms, three faint golden lines could be seen. The difficulty of cultivating the "Sun Line Palm" was directly proportional to its power. Zuo Mo needed to cultivate until his entire palm was filled with golden lines, like a net or a weave, before the "Sun Line Palm" could be considered slightly successful.

  The six transformations of Mahayana magic body are all profound and subtle, easy to learn but difficult to master.

  This time, Pao You surprisingly didn't disturb him while he was cultivating the Mahayana Demon Body. Did this guy also know about the danger inside? Zuo Mo's mind slightly calmed down. If this Pao You were to go crazy, no one could stop him.

  He looked around and saw that everyone else was desperately cultivating, instantly filling him with fighting spirit. What about the Evil Fog? With a group of brothers like this, let alone the Evil Fog, even in a more dangerous place, he would not be afraid at all!

  Zuo Mo said to Shi Feng who was playing with Xiao Yu and Xiao Huo, "Shi Feng, you must cultivate properly, don't be lazy!"

  Xīng yǒu yú jì de tiào le yī yǎn chūn niǎo, qià hǎo kàn dào jiǎ nèi zhōng de chūn niǎo yǎn jing zhēng kāi yī sī xì fèng, yī dào hán láng yī shǎn ér guò, Xīng tǐ xíng yī jiāng, bèi xiǎo tǎ gǒng le gè zhèng zhe.

  Xiao Ta was so excited that he spun around in circles nonstop, while Xiao Huo chirped happily by his side.

  The silly bird took a glance at the ten treasures and then closed its eyes again.

  Shi Pin suddenly felt a chill run up his spine and immediately settled down to play with Xiao Ta and Xiao Huo.

  Zuo Mo didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. In his view, it was perfectly normal for the Ten Product Heavenly Tower to play with Xiao Yu. He turned his face and looked at Ah Gui with concern.

  He grabbed Ah Gui's hand, and a thread of divine consciousness entered his body. Zuo Mo furrowed his brow, the purple qi in Ah Gui's body was extremely weak, without any signs of enhancement. However, what made him feel at ease was that the Xuanxu aura had no effect on Ah Gui.

  Zuo Mo was amazed by this, Ah Gui's magical techniques were mysterious and unpredictable. Even Pu Yao, who had always thought himself to be knowledgeable and experienced, couldn't understand their origins.

  However, Zuo Mo was completely indifferent to these things.

  "A Gui, we will definitely get out."

  Zuo Mo's voice was not loud, but it was filled with a firm tone.

  His heart was filled with resentment, for someone who aspired to become a top-tier warrior, being subdued by the stupid bird's tyranny was an unbearable blow.

  He originally thought he was the strongest spiritual beast by his master's side, but unexpectedly, there were even stronger guys!

  To be honest, I don't like this stupid bird at all. This entire pretentious and self-absorbed guy has the same indifferent expression towards his master, it's really infuriating! He has thought about replacing his master to take care of this stupid bird more than once.

  Unexpectedly, I ended up being caught first...

  Not only was I picked up, but also had to play with these mentally retarded and underage children like a fool...

  What a bleak life this is!

  Xiao Ta didn't know that the opponent, Shi Pin, was feeling down at this time. It was playing happily, having just successfully knocked Shi Pin down once, greatly boosting its and Xiao Huo's morale. This was the first time they had successfully caught up to Shi Pin.

  Unconsciously, San Xiao gradually approached Sha Wu.

  Shen Mi was immersed in a low mood after being suppressed, while Xiao Ta Xiao Huo had completely gone crazy.

  No one noticed the arrival of danger.

  Suddenly, a dark red light flew out of the thick fog and struck the small tower with unerring accuracy.

  The little pagoda, who was having a great time, suddenly stiffened and fell down like a plummet. The dark red light enveloped him, like a monster's long tongue, wrapping him up tightly and dragging him towards the deadly fog with all its might.

  This sudden change came without warning, like a thunderbolt out of a clear sky.

  Another dark red light rushed towards Xiao Huo, and it seemed like it was about to hit him.

  At this moment, the tenth product thoroughly reacted, and the gloomy little face was instantly filled with killing intent. The double pupils suddenly rounded up, and the black moon fangs flying around his body transformed into a black light, cutting through the red light.

  A red light flashed and let out a shrill whistle, then it was about to flee into the deadly fog.

  The silly bird suddenly opened its eyes, its gaze flashing fiercely for a moment, let out a shrill cry, and then vanished in an instant.