Back in the gray mist, the familiar weird and demonic feeling struck again.

The unknown is the most frightening thing.

Zhang Jian didn't know what the source of all this outbreak was?

I don't know what will happen after the Heavenly Dao incense burns out?

I don't know how to get out of here, out of this Brahma realm.

But he had no choice, he couldn't die here, he had to leave, he had to leave alive.

"Ahh

Screams rang out from all over the gray mist.

Others couldn't hear or see, only Zhang Jian could detect a trace.

The light waves of the dimensional Dao will envelop him, allowing him to walk in the gray mist.

But the gray mist was extremely strange, surging from all directions, as if it was about to pinch him to death.

For this reason, Zhang Jian had to use his divine power to support the operation of the light wave.

Zhang Jian walked around in the gray fog and saw the tragic deaths of many disciples of the Divine Palace.

But he couldn't do anything, his own divine power and most of it was consumed, and it was impossible to save anyone else.

Moreover, even if he is rescued, without Heavenly Dao Incense, he will still be swallowed by the two major demon gods and a large number of god corpses.

"Kill!"

A loud shout sounded beside Zhang Jian.

Looking sideways, it was actually Jin Yunzi.

This Tianjiao of the Haoyue Divine Palace, the genius of the Golden Clan, was embarrassed at this time.

Those bloody eyes were densely packed, and one after another blood light tore through his divine armor, breaking his Dao intent, leaving one scar after another on his body, and the divine blood flowed, extremely tragic.

Jin Yunzi is very strong, not weaker than the Miaotian Goddess.

However, under this gray mist, he was still like an ant, and soon, Jin Yunzi couldn't support it, and died in a mournful roar.

Along the way, Zhang Jian saw many disciples like Jin Yunzi who died tragically.

There are also some demon-level disciples who are still struggling to support themselves, but no one knows how long they can hold on.

"The Buddha hall is gone?"

Zhang Jian walked around in the gray mist, he wanted to go back to the Buddha Hall to have a look, but when he turned back, he found that the Buddha Hall had long since disappeared.

"Da, da......"

Suddenly, footsteps sounded in the gray mist, and Zhang Jian felt a kind of danger, very strong, ten times stronger than the appearance of the bloody eye.

He held his breath, his whole body was running, ready to strike at any moment.

Finally, Zhang Jian saw it.

A figure, manifested from the gray mist, walked step by step, as if it was eternal, the rhythm remained the same, and there was a mysterious power that was so oppressive that it was suffocating.

"Is this the Grey Mist deity?"

Zhang Jian's heart was beating faster, but in the sea of knowledge, he was calm.

The figure came from far and near, and there was an indescribable rhythm in the footsteps, like the beating of a divine drum, which sounded in people's hearts.

Zhang Jian was concentrating, extremely serious, opening the eye of cause and effect and the eye of fate, staring at it deadly.

However, only a blur can be seen.

Soon, the figure walked in front of Zhang Jian.

He was a humanoid creature, but he was shrouded in gray mist, and he couldn't really see it.

There was only a pair of silver-gray eyes, poking out of them, exuding a cold gaze.

This gaze was like a knife, inserted into Zhang Jian's eyes, pierced into his heart, and penetrated the sea of knowledge.

Zhang Jian instantly felt a chill all over his body, as if everything about himself was exposed to these silver-gray eyes.

"You are very good, you can comprehend the dimensional avenue, be my demon servant, I will grant you the glory of ten thousand years!"

An unfamiliar voice rang out from the gray mist.

Those silver-gray eyes, condescending, overlooking Zhang Jian, like a divine dragon overlooking ants, gods overlooking mortals.

At this moment, Zhang Jian's whole body tensed, and his cold hair stood on end, which was a perception of danger.

He couldn't feel the strength of the creatures in front of him.

However, this man is the culprit in all this, and that alone is enough to be feared.

"What if I refuse?"

Although he was afraid, Zhang Jian did not give in, his martial arts heart is indomitable, he will not surrender to anyone's feet, nor will he bow to anyone.

"Then you go to die!"

Rumble!

This gray mist moved, and the gray mist surged and condensed into a spear, as if it came from the sky, stirring up the river of time and space.

For a moment, the world here seemed to tremble.

"It's not his real body!"

Zhang Jian trembled in his heart, but he could feel that although this gray mist creature was powerful, it was still in the realm of the small gods, and it was not as good as the Golden Ape Demon God.

Obviously, this is just a gray mist condensed, like a bloody eye, not the real body of this person.

"Slash the gods with a sword!"

Even so, it was not something that Zhang Jian could match, and he took out eight dark swords in an instant, and his divine power was cast, and the Dao intent of the sword was manifested.

While!

The sword rained down and stood on the mist spear, but instead of dissipating, the mist spear emitted a deafening metallic sound.

At this moment, the gray fog all around was shaking, the heaven and earth were distorted, and the void cracked.

Zhang Jian's whole body shook violently, his arms were numb, and his ears were buzzing.

The force of this blow was too great, making his blood churn, and the whole person flew out upside down.

"Those who do not respect my will will will be killed!"

The gray mist creature killed again, and this time, there were ninety-nine mist spears, like hedgehogs, and they came towards Zhang Jian fiercely.

"Hidden Sword Gourd!"

A mist spear made it difficult for Zhang Jian to resist, and at this time, ninety-nine, it was simply fatal.

Zhang Jian did not hesitate to take out the hidden sword glove, and immediately pulled out the bloody sword.

In an instant, the sea of blood surged, and the sword light illuminated this piece of heaven and earth, and under the blade of the sword, the mist spear directly shattered.

This sword slashed at the gray mist creature, slashing the gray mist creature in two.

"The Supreme God King's Hidden Sword Blade, if the nine swords come out together, maybe I'm still a little afraid, but even a blood god sword dares to stop me?"

The gray mist creature that was cut off by Zhang Jian slowly squirmed, and it actually recondensed, as if the sword just now was not painful or itchy for him.

"Damn, it's fog condensation, and I can't really hurt him unless I can cut through the entire gray mist!"

Seeing this scene, Zhang Jian trembled, and his eyes showed a look of horror.

At this time, the Blood God Sword returned to the Hidden Sword Blade.

And he only had one last chance to draw his sword.

However, the previous scene made him understand that even if he slashed the last sword, the other party would still reunite.

For a moment, a deep sense of powerlessness permeated his heart, making him bitter.

"Dimensional Avenue!"

Zhang Jian used his dimensional dao intent, quickly avoided it, and walked towards the gray mist.

"It's useless, your dimensional avenue has just been comprehended, I won't let you leave, you can't leave, obediently become my blood sacrifice!"

The voice of the gray mist creature lingered in Zhang Jian's ears, like a magic sound.

And this time, no matter how Zhang Jian urged the dimensional Dao intent, he couldn't leave the gray mist, even if he came to the edge of the mist, but it was like an invisible diaphragm, so he just couldn't get out.

The Blood God Sword is useless, the dimensional Dao intent is invalid, and the divine power is constantly consumed and passed.

At this time, Zhang Jian had been forced into a desperate situation.

"Whew!"

Zhang Jian took a deep breath, immediately stared at the gray mist creature, and spoke in a deep voice. "Who the hell are you?"