Fantasy: The Heavenly Dao revolves around me

The speed of that weird fog is getting faster and faster!
After realizing that the fog has the characteristic that the more it eats away, the speed will become more terrifying, no one dared to underestimate it.
The figures of countless monks flew up from the sea of ​​bankrupt forests.
At this time, they didn’t care about the consumption of spiritual energy, and frantically urged their bodies to fly at full speed.
The overwhelming gray-black mist chased after him.
Apart from a small number of monks in the Condensed Realm, most of the people who participated in this secret realm wereA master of the Profound Realm.
At this time, they were flying at full speed in the sky, just like meteors streaking across the dome.
And at the back, the speed of the strange fog is getting more and more terrifying…
“Shuzi, don’t block this old man!”
“Senior brother! Wait for me!”
“Damn, what’s the use of escaping to the central area if you go on like this!?”
Under the bloody moonlight, it was faintly visible that everyone’s faces were slightly distorted.
The speed of the gray-black fog was a hundred times or even a thousand times faster than at the beginning. Originally, it was only slowly eroding the boundary of the secret realm, but now, it can turn an area within a few thousand meters into fly ash in the blink of an eye, and This rate doubles almost every few seconds.
Everyone can only run away.
A cultivator in the Profound Realm is considered a master in the Zhongruo Continent. If you go to such a remote place, even if you are a king, it will be easy. However, in this secret realm, there are countless such cultivators who can only His face fled in panic.
Gradually……
The speed of the strange fog was already equal to the speed of the cultivator of the condensing realm. After discovering this, this part was at the back, and those who could not see the figure of the cultivator in the profound realm for a long time could not help but be scared to death, desperately trying to Squeezing the spiritual energy in the body, it is speeding up frantically.
Under the power of life and death, these people’s faces are almost crazy. Some of them are desperately using their spiritual energy to hit the storage ring, trying to find a suitable medicine pill, but what makes them desperate is that although their cultivation is no longer blocked, but The storage ring still cannot be used.
“Damn it! Damn it! 〃.!”
“I hate!”
“Why am I greedy to come to this secret realm——!!”
Gray-black mist surged up from behind.
Under the blood-colored moonlight, the cultivators in the True Condensation Realm, whose faces were distorted to the extreme, roared in despair, but no matter how hard they struggled, it was useless. The moment they were touched by the mist, they only felt a deadly silence hit their hearts, and then Can’t feel anything at all.
Just like the grass and trees on the ground, even the cultivators at the pinnacle of the condensing realm only turned gray in an instant, and then turned into fly ashes the next moment.
The strange fog still rolled forward.
“That is?”
Fang Mingjing’s eyes were quickly attracted by the movement in the distance.
Brilliant brilliance—
In the violent shaking, a magnificent staircase that was gradually rising from the ground appeared as if it was about to reach the sky.
Everyone gathered in that direction.
At this time, from the other side of the field of vision, you can already see the same weird and overwhelming mist on the opposite side.
The entire secret realm has been nibbled away, leaving only the magnificent, incomparably holy sky-reaching steps in the center.
“On that step, what a terrifying aura!”
“Could that be the inheritance of the secret realm?!”
“…The inheritance of the god-shaping realm is mine!”
“Humph!”
The appearance of the sky-reaching steps caused countless monks to fall into turmoil and excitement.
But there is still a lot of tension and fear.
After all, the strange gray-black mist became more and more terrifying, and the speed of its spreading even started to be the same as the speed of the monks in the early stage of the Profound Realm. No one knew whether they would be able to escape after reaching the white land.
Fang Mingjing opened a [gap] in front.
The bizarre cracks full of rolling eyes opened and closed, and after swallowing Fang Mingjing’s figure, it reappeared at the bottom of the sky-reaching staircase the next moment.
“Holy Son Chongxiao…!”
“What kind of means is this!?”
Several dangerous gazes were cast on him.
Unsurprisingly, those who appeared under the sky-reaching steps at this time were the figures of those longevity families and peerless imperial arrogances.
Zhang Xiaozheng of the Zhang family, Yu Xiuxian of the Yu family, Xie Zhian of the Xie family, Feng Muxiu of the Great Feng Dynasty, and Yu Yuan, the former senior elder brother of the Holy Land.
Except for Zhang Oozheng, who is in the middle stage of Jie Habitat, the rest are all at the peak of Jie Habitat. With their speed, I am afraid they have arrived here a long time ago.
“. 〃 Little Junior Brother.”
Calling Fang Mingjing, Yu Yuan took a step lightly.
And it was this step of his that made the elites of the aristocratic family, with the exception of Feng Muxiu, suddenly startled, and all their thoughts converged.
“Well, Senior Brother Yu Yuan.”
Fang Mingjing responded briefly.
Yu Yuan nodded.
Then, the two were silent.
Everyone present invariably looked at the magnificent sky ladder in front of them. The sky ladder could not see the end at a glance, but from above, there was some kind of huge and majestic atmosphere faintly.
“Is this the final place to compete? It’s much faster than I thought.” Zhang Oozheng was a strong, dark-skinned young man. When he opened his mouth, his voice was also as majestic as thunder.
“Indeed, among all the secret realms I have experienced, this is probably the shortest.”
Yu Xiuxian looked like a scholar, and next to him, Xie Zhi’an (of Zhao Zhao’s) put his hands in his sleeves and said with a smile all the time:
“Don’t worry, as well as Junior Sister An Ran and Prince Qin Zai are missing.”
“Qin Zai is dead.”
Fang Mingjing said.
As soon as he said these words, a few people frowned, but they immediately relaxed again, especially Xie Zhi’an, the smile on his face did not change, and he said:
“It seems to be the hand of Holy Son Chongxiao… Hehe, it’s really neat.”
Fang Mingjing glanced at him, but ignored it.
The surroundings fell silent.
In the distance, those monks were desperately fleeing towards this side under the strange fog, but everyone here didn’t care, they just looked at the long steps in front of them, as if they were waiting for something.
Maybe waiting for Liu Anran?
However, after waiting for a long time, Liu Anran did not appear. .