It's not good! All the male protagonists are in love with me

Seeing that the fog had begun to choke people and everyone's skin was burning and itchy, making them restless, Tu Zhengyuan nodded hurriedly.

Lan Qingya said: "All Nascent Soul cultivators, come to me."

Seeing that half of the people had gathered together, Lan Qingya told them about her plan.

Since the barrier has some effect in blocking the green fog, the cultivators with Nascent Soul stage and above simply set up a dozen barriers, cast spells in the middle, and move forward while casting spells.

Try your best to escape before the green mist completely engulfs them.

That's a good idea.

After everyone discussed it, they started to implement it.

The cultivators who have reached the Jindan stage should be at the outermost edge, following closely and not falling behind.

The monks in the middle set up the barriers layer by layer.

Sure enough, it took time for the green mist to pass through the barrier. After more than ten layers of barriers, the speed of the green mist's invasion slowed down suddenly.

Everyone was happy to see this situation.

Lan Qingya said in a deep voice: "Don't be happy too soon, we don't know how big the range of this green fog is. Everyone follow closely, if you fall behind, you know the consequences."

The monks knew this of course, and the monk who was most corrupted had to cheer himself up and prepare to escape.

"Let's go!" Lan Qingya said, taking a careful step forward.

The barrier really started to move.

"One, two——"

"One, two——"

Everyone moved in surprisingly unison, following the chanting.

Lan Qingya's slogans became faster and faster, and their speed also became faster and faster.

When it comes to escaping, no one wants to fail.

In the thick green fog, they crawled along like hermit crabs dragging their shells.

A quarter of an hour passed.

A stick of incense passed.

Half an hour passed...

No matter how thick the barrier is, it will be penetrated by the endless green mist.

Feeling the increasingly intense burning pain on their skin, although everyone remained silent, they continued to move forward quickly, but they couldn't help feeling a little despair in their hearts.

The green fog outside the barrier was so thick that visibility was less than one meter.

Lan Qingya relied on her spiritual sense to explore the surrounding situation.

This relatively closed environment makes people feel very depressed.

Finally, the monk with a festering face suddenly knelt on the ground and howled loudly: "I won't leave! Let me die here!"

The next moment, a green belt was wrapped around his waist, and before he could get out of the barrier, he was dragged forward by the belt.

He just let the belt drag him in a daze, looking forward.

It was Lan Qingya who untied the belt of her robe and pulled him.

She said without even turning her head, "You are such a loser. If you want to die, go out and die. Why would you die here?"

After being dragged for dozens of meters, he suddenly got up again. Regardless of the speed at which his body was festering visibly, he pulled the belt silently and persisted with gritted teeth.

There is no end to the green fog.

The pain that eats away at your bones and marrow.

The barrier is becoming increasingly irresistible.

Also, nerves on the brink of collapse.

Finally, someone fell down and slid into the green mist.

Someone looked back and saw that his body was like a snowman thrown into fire, melting visibly.

Immediately afterwards, another person fell down.

This is so torturous.

When he was thinking about whether to give up, his eyes suddenly lit up.

The clear light from the "moon" in the sky fell on him, making him feel unreal.

Come out?

Seeing the cheers of people around him, he suddenly looked back.

The monk who had just given up was only a few meters away from the finish line.

Lan Qingya breathed a sigh of relief, and was immediately filled with joy at surviving the disaster.

She happily gave big hugs to everyone around her, celebrating the joy of being alive.

Just now, she really thought she was going to fail here this time.

Looking at Hua Xiangrong and Tang Jiao with red eyes, she couldn't help but shed tears.

Damn, this is too scary.

Song Yanche, who had just been hugged by Lan Qingya, looked at a look of helplessness.

As long as he could remember, no one had ever approached him.

He was suddenly hugged by Lan Qingya, but he didn't dislike it at all.

When he saw Tu Zhengyuan, who had also been hugged by Lan Qingya, his eyes turned cold.

However, Tu Zhengyuan was also immersed in the joy of escaping death. He didn't think much about the hug and laughed with everyone else.

I am so lucky.

After venting her emotions, Lan Qingya bent down and picked up Xiaobai, then looked back at the corpse poison fog that stood like a wall in front of them.

Everyone had mixed feelings.

"Thank you for not giving up!" Lan Qingya murmured.

The monks behind him said in unison: "Thank you for not giving up!"

Then they continued, "Thank you, Fairy Qingya!"

Lan Qingya was stunned, then looked at their festering but sincere faces and smiled knowingly.

"Let's go! Enter the city!"

Not far ahead, one can already see the dilapidated ancient city standing quietly in the moonlight.

At this moment, these monks are no longer divided into your team and my team. They have passed the gate of life and death together and are true brothers.

Everyone soon arrived at the foot of the ancient city.

"Who is coming?"

Suddenly a voice was heard.

Lan Qingya looked up, surprised.

On the dilapidated city gate tower, there were actually two monks keeping watch.

It's so rigorous, it seems the leader is quite cautious.

She raised her voice and said, "We are monks coming from the southeast. That area has been occupied by poisonous fog, so we can only come this way."

The two monks whispered to each other, and one of them turned and left.

Another person said to them, "Wait a moment."

Lan Qingya nodded.

After a moment, the man came back.

"Go in." The man said with arrogance, "Go straight into the city, don't wander around randomly."

It was as if they had already regarded this place as their territory.

Song Yanche frowned slightly. Obviously, no one had ever spoken to him like this in his life.

Lan Qingya did not comment and led everyone towards the city.

The shops along the street could barely provide shelter from the wind and rain, and some monks were already staying inside.

As we walked in, the monks on the roadside gave us inquiring or indifferent looks.

Lan Qingya and the others had just emerged from the corpse poison fog. The sores on their bodies had not yet healed, so they looked a little disheveled.

Even Lan Qingya, who had the highest level of cultivation, had a wound on her cheek and the back of her hand.

At the end of the street is a square. In the empty square there is a chair with a person sitting on it.

This man had a thin face, droopy eyes, and wrinkles all over his face. He looked like a mortal in his forties or fifties.

The monks have spiritual powers, and most of them are young men and women in their prime. It is rare to see someone as casual and unpretentious as him.

Seeing them coming over, the man snorted and said, "We are all monks, don't say I am not considerate enough."

Then he pointed to a tent made of rags nearby and said, "That tent over there is for you."

Lan Qingya took a look and saw that the hole in the rag on the tent was bigger than her head.

She was puzzled: "We just came here and saw that there was still a vacancy."

"Yes, but what does it have to do with you?" The man's nostrils were almost turned up to the sky.

"Here, I have the highest level of cultivation, so I have the final say."

As soon as he finished speaking, a gentle voice with some surprise came from the side: "Junior sister?"