Above the gray fog

Lin Shan floated in place, watching his predecessor go farther and farther away.

The next second, the space in front of him rippled like waves in the water.

Lin Shan was teleported outside.

This was a land full of gray fog, which was dozens of times denser than the eleventh era. Even Sequence 9, or even Sequence 8, could not see their hands in front of them in such a place.

Lin Shan looked around.

A circle of tens of thousands of kilometers away was surrounded by a group of giants with a height of millions or even tens of millions of kilometers. With Lin Shan's eyesight, he could tell at a glance that these giants were all plant tribes.

The time now was the second era, and the main enemy of the old days in the second era was the plant tribe.

At this time, the original creatures had infiltrated the gray fog, but the number was still small and could not cause much trouble.

Not only were these plant tribes huge, but even the flowers, plants and trees next to them were ridiculously large. A small grass that was so ordinary that it could not be more ordinary could also cover the sky and the sun here.

"Remnants of the past, leave the gray fog~~~"

"Your existence will bring disaster to the gray fog!"

The empty voice came from the huge body. Just the sound crushed the grass and trees into the earth, and the area of ​​tens of thousands of kilometers was razed to the ground.

But soon, new grass and saplings rose from the ground. They grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, full of indescribable vitality.

This vitality comes from underground.

"Have you heard of the cuckoo occupying the magpie's nest?" Jingwei raised her head and asked.

"The gray fog belongs to us." A magnificent voice came.

Jingwei clutched the bone and looked directly at the huge figure hidden in the gray fog, "What's so great about being big."

"Chi~~"

The next second, Jingwei turned into a little bird.

The wings of the little bird she turned into were only a few inches long, but she danced a storm-like vortex in the gray fog. Her cry penetrated the heavy fog, and waves of sound waves that were enough to tear the void rushed towards those plant-fallen beasts.

The seemingly powerful sonic attack had no effect on the surrounding behemoths.

Jingwei turned into a stream of light and flew to the front of the predecessor, anxiously asking, "Lin Shan, how do you use the Water Mirror and Dark Eyes?"

"Be careful." The predecessor reminded.

"Got it!" The bird nodded repeatedly, and then her wings vibrated. Suddenly, her body rushed into the sky like an arrow from a string, soaring into the sky.

The next moment, a terrifying momentum burst out from her tiny body, dissipating like a storm to the entire sky. Wherever the momentum went, the gray fog was torn into countless tiny fragments, and the world seemed to tremble.

The surrounding vegetation, which was originally full of vitality and growing rapidly, showed a twisted pain under the impact of this momentum.

The branches of the trees broke silently, the flowers withered the moment they opened, the green grass on the grassland fell down one by one as if being touched by an invisible giant hand, and even the huge beasts felt an unprecedented threat. Their bodies began to tremble involuntarily, as if they would be swallowed by this momentum at any time.

The roars of those beasts also became weak in front of Jingwei's momentum, as if they were almost inaudible whispers in a breeze.

At this moment, Jingwei was the protagonist of heaven and earth, and everything that happened on this land seemed so insignificant and so small.

"Chi~"

Another sound wave spread, and the continuous red lightning covered the outside with Jingwei as the center, and everything turned into chaos wherever it passed.

Lin Shan looked at it in a daze. Is Jingwei so strong?

The red lightning and the chaos of the space were both things he had never seen before.

This power should have exceeded Sequence 2...

The strange thing is that the spread range of the red lightning is only hundreds of millions of kilometers. Ordinary gods can easily launch attacks of this range.

After careful observation, Lin Shan discovered that the space here was countless times more solid than that of the eleventh era.

The giant beasts that were originally surrounding were instantly wiped out by these red lightnings, leaving nothing behind.

A few-inch-long bird flew down from the sky, "Ah, it feels good, the space here is so hard, it's a bit abnormal."

The predecessor took the bone from the Jingwei people and explained, "The space is stable because the world was just created."

Tushan Ranqi interrupted, "Okay, go back to the human race, you made too much noise, it will be troublesome if you provoke the big guys."

Lin Shan watched the three people disappear from the spot.

He turned on the time acceleration and skipped the current node directly.

In a trance, Lin Shan came to a long conference table.

Sitting on the chairs beside the table were more than a dozen hazy figures, as if they were in another dimension.

"Everyone, how is the improvement of the magic potion promotion system going?" A voice asked calmly and forcefully.

Lin Shan sounded familiar.

"So far, the human race has cultivated 30,000 immortals." A woman in the shadow spoke slowly, every word was round and smooth.

Lin Shan also felt familiar.

"30,000 immortals are useless. What we need is the Immortal Lord, the Sequence 1 in the magic potion system. If the magic potion system cannot cultivate Sequence 1 stably and continuously, then I suggest that we should abandon this path." The voice was full of unquestionable majesty.

"The magic potion system is the mainstream extraordinary system of Gray Mist. The sequence stone tablet originated from the way of heaven and is the right path of the world. If the magic potion system is not feasible, other paths may be even more unsuccessful." A voice analyzed calmly.

"The progress is too slow." A feeling of impatience jumped out from the silence.

"This is unavoidable. The human race in the new era has only developed for ten thousand years. Although we have helped them, the improvement of life levels still needs to follow the laws of nature. Even in ancient times, it was not easy to become an immortal."

"The magic potion system is our only choice at present. Isn't the previous failure enough for us to learn from it? Relying on the remaining power of the old times, we can't fight against foreign gods. Let's not talk about those foreign gods for now. The original native creatures alone have caused us a lot of losses." The voice revealed a deep worry.

"The Plant Clan and the Fallen Clan are the embodiment of rules. They enjoy the favor of heaven. If we want to compete with them, we must first replace this yellow sky."

"How many masters do they have?"

"There are currently seven. We killed one of them tens of thousands of years ago, but the price was the death of several immortals. Song Luo Tianzun even fell into the six paths because of this. His life and death is currently unknown."

"We found that the Throne of Rules can help us breed the Tianzun of the new era. Perhaps we should try to kill all the masters."

"Seven masters are just a temporary number. You seem to have forgotten the first The lesson of the first era is that these masters cannot be eliminated overnight. We have suffered too much loss. We must not forget that the real enemy is still hidden outside the gray fog. "

"The tragedy of the first era is that we failed to cultivate enough new blood in a limited time. This time, we must completely wipe out the plant tribe and the fallen tribe and seize all the rule thrones!"

"It seems that a force that does not belong to the old days or the origin is quietly intervening."

"It is people from the outside world who are trying to get a share of the pie. These people are also our enemies, but don't worry about them at the moment."