In front of it is exactly the steep peak with the mountain. Even if Chaos moves for a while, it is estimated that he will not be able to get around, unless he hits the mountain directly and tramples over it, but even if Chaos is huge, this A mountain is not something that it can knock away in three or two strokes. The endless dead wood forest just stopped in front of the mountain, at least the base does not have to worry about the depletion of vegetation for the time being.

However, the so-called wave after wave has not settled, Ye Zhao and Nie Renyan haven't come up with any feasible solution for a while, and they feel a little wrong. But this time it wasn't based on intuition, but there was a real uncomfortable feeling in my body.

"Fuck! Why does I feel like someone has set fire to my body, and I'm panicking?!" Nie Renyan was a little annoyed by this strange feeling.

Ye Zhao frowned as soon as Nie Ren made a sound, and tightened it more and more: "There is a problem with this fog!" As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a bloody taste in his mouth.

They are like containers with magnets that are naturally attracted to the fog, and the thick white fog is desperately drilling into their bodies as always.

"Tsk, what's going on?!" Nie Renyan, who stood beside Ye Zhao after discovering something was wrong, suddenly grabbed one of Ye Zhao's wrists. His eyes have been staring since Ye Zhao frowned, and he looked at Ye Zhao up and down carefully, fearing that something might hurt Ye Zhao. It turned out that something was wrong!

I saw that the back of Ye Zhao's right hand that he was holding in the palm of his hand had blue veins bào protruding. The hand that was originally slender and clean and the joints were very good-looking now looked like a hideous feeling. And there are even some tiny blood spots at each joint, hidden under the skin, but it seems to ooze out at any time.

Nie Renyan hurriedly held Ye Zhao's other hand and looked at it again, and found that small blood spots also began to appear in the veins. While looking at Ye Zhao's hand, Nie Renyan naturally noticed his own hand. He was even more serious than Ye Zhao, and even blood spots similar to red moles began to appear on his fingertips.

It seemed that the blood spots had already floated to the top layer. It seemed that with a slight stroke of a needle, those red spots would turn into blood flowing out of the wound.

It's just the skill of looking at the hands, Nie Renyan raised his head again, and found that the blue veins on Ye Zhaolian's neck began to protrude a little. He touched his neck and found the same situation.

Just when they were surprised by such a situation, the master stumbled over from the direction of the base riding a flaming pomegranate, and had to take it away safely all the way, twisting and turning like an obstacle. He was probably in a hurry, and the pomegranate didn't stop. The extremely sharp bird's beak almost pierced directly into Nie Renyan's body. According to the length, he could stab it out of his back and tie Ye Zhao into a string.

"Stop it!" Nie Renyan quickly wrapped his arms around Ye Zhao's waist and dodged away, and he didn't forget to reach out and grab the pomegranate's beak and help it brake manually.

"Look at the fog! Look at the tree!" The master jumped on the pomegranate's back, looking more anxious than before.

"Do you look at the fog or the tree?" Nie Renyan thought that the master was in a hurry and was incoherent, "We also think this fog is abnormal."

"There is also a problem with the fog, and there is also a problem with the tree!" The master almost jumped off the pomegranate's back with a slippery foot in his eagerness to get angry.

While the master was talking, Ye Zhao and Nie Renyan, who had been paying attention to chaos and fog, lowered their heads and stared at the forest under their feet, and suddenly felt that the situation was a little out of control—

The green and endless woods beneath my feet were originally the most concentrated fog mixers except for those fierce gods. To a certain extent, it was these fog mixers that shared almost all the white fog. , the base can be located in a relatively safe area, and the houses and ordinary people inside are almost unaffected by the fog. And for those trees, that large cloud of white fog is simply a good tonic, and every time they experience it, the branches and leaves become more green and lush.

But now, Ye Zhao and Nie Renyan found that the fog on the trees was thinning, some could faintly see the branches and leaves below through the fog layer, some were no longer covered by the white fog, and what was exposed did not pass through. The green branches and leaves that nourish and become stronger are the dead branches that have shrunk, with white spots on them, and some of them look like they are about to rot.

"What kind of rhythm is this?" Nie Renyan twitched the corners of his mouth: "The chaos hasn't come yet, these trees will solve themselves first, right...hh—" Before he finished speaking, he frowned and raised his hand to look at it. Eyes, just now there were only some small blood spots on the fingertips, as if they were punctured by someone with a blood needle, blood beads were rushing out, and after a while, the fingertips were dark red, and the blood followed his hanging posture. After condensing, it dripped down one after another. He didn't feel bad about losing a few drops of blood. After all, as an ancient murderer, it would be too embarrassing to hang up because of blood loss. But this is a little weird.

Ye Zhao raised his hand that also began to seep blood, frowned and said to Nie Renyan, "This fog is supposed to be spiritual energy, it is only beneficial and not harmful to us, and it shouldn't be sucked into the body to cause this kind of result, unless— —”