The world of self-cultivation has been ruined by me

Su Le experimented with various ideas for a while, until the demon of despair quietly lurked in front of him, as if watching him silently.

Let Su Le give all kinds of orders, but he just doesn't move.

"Tch, how stingy!"

Su Le snorted, but there was nothing he could do. Although the Demon of Despair was similar to his clone, he also had some independent thoughts, just like Su Li.

However, after a while of research, Su Le has almost figured it out.

What he was most worried about was that the Demon of Despair was trapped by the formation, and now it seemed that his worries were unnecessary.

"You go to the battlefield first, remember, be careful at the beginning..."

Even though he thinks it's okay, Su Le is still a little worried. The cultivators of Dongtu are very complicated in cultivation. Who knows if they have any special means, in case they can restrain the demon of despair?
The Demon of Despair nodded slightly, and then the figure disappeared without a trace.

"This guy, his methods are even weirder than mine..."

Su Le watched the Demon of Despair leave without making a sound, without causing any disturbance at all, and couldn't help chewing his tongue.

Looking back, he looked around and found that this was the valley from before.

"Just here..."

Su Le waved his hand and took out the corpse of a disciple of the Human Devil Sect, reached out and directly inserted into the opponent's abdomen, grabbed the blood pill, and began to devour it.

.........

In the center of the Eastern Land, there is a desolate plain surrounded by a barrier.

Here is the final battlefield of the catastrophe ten thousand years ago, and it is also a specially opened battlefield, known as the battlefield of immortals and demons.

It is said that it can withstand the fierce battle of Huashen without affecting the outside world.

The battlefield of immortals and demons is closed all year round, and only normal maintenance is carried out, so that it will always exist.

Now that the catastrophe broke out again, neither side wanted to destroy the environment of Dongtu, so they both chose to fight here.

The formations of the two sides confront each other with the big river in the center of the battlefield of immortals and demons as the boundary.

At this time, the sky was dim, and the battle between immortals and demons came to an end, and they all retreated.

They have an unspoken rule, that is, fight during the day and rest at night, and never secretly attack each other's camp.

So as soon as it gets dark, everyone relaxes and heads back to each other, like the end of work, coming home from get off work.

No one noticed that a disciple of the Nether Holy Land was going back alone when his body trembled suddenly, and his face was instantly enveloped in boundless despair.

A gray mist emanated from his body, spread rapidly, and enveloped a nearby space.

Within the range, all the monks trembled, then stood still, and a strand of gray mist emitted, expanding the scope of the gray mist.

Someone soon realized that something was wrong. In front of these people, a Nascent Soul cultivator felt a sense of despair growing in his heart, which was so strong that he almost fell into it.

"wrong!"

He reacted instantly, lifted his spirits, and turned his head to look for the source.

Seeing this made his scalp tingle.

Behind, shrouded in a faint gray mist, each and every disciple stood still, with gray mist constantly emerging from their bodies.

These gray fogs contained a strong breath of despair, spreading rapidly like a plague.

And he was standing on the edge of the gray mist at this time, and a faint gray mist began to emerge from his body.

"Enemy attack!"

He screamed, stepped back in an instant, and quickly shouted: "Stay away, avoid the gray fog! Spread away..."

Even if he didn't say anything, many people had already reacted at this time, and they immediately retreated to avoid this weird gray fog.

Soon, the surrounding area was completely empty, but the gray fog didn't stop spreading, and it was still growing.

At this time, the coverage area exceeded half of what it was before, and even the concentration became much deeper, faintly beginning to affect the line of sight.

Whizzing!

Many strong men were startled, and one after another silhouettes rushed over.

Subconsciously, everyone's consciousness swept out, trying to find out the source of the gray mist.

The next moment, most people's bodies trembled, as if they were electrocuted, and their consciousness withdrew instantly.

The moment their consciousness touched the gray mist, a strong sense of despair rose from their hearts, and they wanted to give up resistance immediately!
"What the hell is this...huh? Not good!"

A strong Nascent Soul Consummation suddenly discovered that a few monks in the early Nascent Soul had faint mist coming out of their bodies.

Not only that, he glanced over, and half of the Nascent Soul early stage monks came over, and a faint gray mist emerged from all of them.

"It's all scattered!"

This phenomenon made his scalp tingle. With a loud shout, his consciousness spread wildly, covering the entire camp.

"Old Ancestor, something serious happened!"

Almost instantly, terrifying figures emerged.

"First block..."

A wave of world power erupted, blocking the area shrouded in gray mist from all directions.

However, as soon as the two sides touched, the faces of all the great Huashen powerhouses changed.

A wave of despair was born and eroded their hearts.

Fortunately, their realm is extremely high, and the influence is not very great, but this also makes their faces dignified.

This strange power is so pervasive that the power of the world can become the medium of its transmission!

Moreover, they found that although the power of the world was effective, it could not completely stop it, and the gray fog was still spreading.

"Array! Forbidden space!"

All the powerhouses of Huashen react very quickly, since the power of the world can't stop them, then disconnect the space!

The strong man of the Eastern Earth is good at various fields. As the most practical formation, almost everyone is also good at it.

In terms of space, it is also the professional field of the God Transformation powerhouse.

Accompanied by strong spatial fluctuations, the space around the gray fog was torn apart, forming a dark zone.

The gray mist spread to the dark area, seemed to be swallowed up, and never came out again.

"Old Ancestor, what shall we do?"

Seeing that the ancestors had freed up their hands in the early days, the surrounding Nascent Souls hurriedly asked for help.

They tried many methods, but they couldn't stop the fog from coming out of their bodies, and they were always accompanied by despair.

It's like a gangrene that cannot be removed!

The ancestors of the great gods of transformation looked at them, and then their expressions changed.

They ignored a problem. The source of the gray mist was blocked, and these newly born gray mist lost their sense, and no longer returned to the main body, but spread towards the surroundings.

At this time, one branch in the east and one branch in the west are extremely scattered.

"Use space treasure." An ancestor suggested.

"It's feasible, but what about these people who have been eroded by the fog? If they are banned together, they may be completely eroded." An ancestor changed to sound transmission and raised his concerns.

These are hundreds of Nascent Soul cultivators, if they just give up like this, the loss will be too great.

"Let's analyze this gray fog first, understand its characteristics, and then prescribe the right medicine..."

A group of Huashen quickly analyzed and quickly came to a conclusion.

This gray mist seems to be a hopeless emotion, and any power can be used as a medium to spread it. If you want to stop it, you can only isolate the space.

And if a monk is eroded, once he can't resist it, he will probably sink completely. As for what he will become, the result will not be good anyway.

So here comes the question, how to solve these eroded people?