Journey to the West: Building a Celestial Empire Starting from Lion Camel Ridge

The rainy season is still ten days away.

evening.

Chen Ping'an patted his belly with satisfaction, then looked at the three arrow towers and the dark blue stone wall that blended into the barrier with a touch of pride.

The pale purple energy arrows at the top of the arrow tower shot out with a whoosh, blasting the bone demons that were lurking outside into dust.

This scene left the busy Zhao Gou'er speechless.

"If the local temple had this, so many people wouldn't have died."

Zhao Gou'er murmured.

Chen Ping'an patted him on the shoulder, "Brother Fan has now advanced to the Foundation Establishment stage, so the attack and defense of the Earth Temple will be on a whole new level."

No one will die anymore.

He looked up at the gloomy sky and comforted Zhao Gou'er.

"Um."

Zhao Gou'er nodded heavily, calming down from the shock of the arrow tower, and clenched his fist.

"However, that is indeed a problem."

Zhao Gou'er's reminder served as a wake-up call for Chen Ping'an. He walked along the stone wall, pondering as he went.

Once a shelter is built, its location cannot be changed.

This means that if the ability of this sanctuary to protect the people of the Earth Temple is to be extended, a larger coverage area is required.

He was indeed envious of the demon crystal income brought about by the increase in the number of sheltered people.

However, if the area of ​​the shelter increases, it means that the possibility of exposure increases.

If it really attracts a large-scale attack from demon soldiers, the shelter will be torn to shreds in an instant!

Chen Pingan patted his head.

This is really a headache.

Let's keep watch for now!

Chen Ping'an shook off the jumbled thoughts in his mind.

A-Li, who was sitting cross-legged on the purification altar, opened her eyes, picked up her longbow, and walked onto the city wall; Zhao Gou'er, on the other hand, held a long stick and guarded the other corner of the city wall.

three people.

Three arrow towers.

The vigil begins!

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shhhhhh!

Pale purple energy arrows continuously pierced the air.

No bone demon or hungry ghost could step into the five-zhang range of the barrier.

Chen Pingan waited for a while, but found that he had no chance to make a move.

His gaze fell on the spear in his hand, which was now useless for the time being.

Chen Pingan opened the panel and accessed the attribute information.

【Crimson Flame Bone-Splitting Spear - Tier 2】

[Functions: Piercing, Chopping]

【Specialties: Shock (When a thrust hits a hard target, it inflicts shock damage), Burn (When a thrust hits a target, it inflicts burning damage)】

Two characteristics.

Cracks and burns.

One reduces armor penetration, the other increases damage.

Chen Ping'an sighed. It was a pity that no bone demon had enjoyed this treatment yet.

Just as he was slightly distracted, he suddenly felt that the world in front of him was somewhat blurry.

Chen Ping'an suddenly raised his head.

A light mist drifted in from near to far.

Fog rose over the ruins.

......

It's not the kind of morning mist that drifts slowly over.

Instead, it was sudden and turbulent.

Like a breath exhaled from the ground, it covered the ruins in the blink of an eye.

It was all white and thick.

It suppressed the moonlight inside and swallowed everything within a few feet.

The movements of the bone demons and hungry ghosts were still there, and the rustling footsteps drifted through the mist.

The directions are chaotic; they are in all directions, but their forms are invisible.

The inexplicably rising mist is trying to enter the barrier, but it has not yet succeeded.

Chen Ping'an felt his vision rapidly disappearing.

What is this?

Is it a kind of demon I've never seen before?

......

I felt a little panicked, but thankfully the arrow towers were still firing.

Chen Ping'an listened intently, feeling somewhat relieved.

Footsteps sounded beside me.

"It's me, Ali."

"Um."

The footsteps on the other side belonged to Zhao Gou'er, who was panting heavily.

The fog was so thick that the three of them couldn't see anything outside the barrier at all; they were completely blind.

"Ah Li, have you ever seen this before?"

After a moment of silence.

Ah Li, gazing at the mist, slowly shook her head.

"Never seen it before."

"And this doesn't look like fog."

Ali reached out and grabbed a handful of something in front of her. "It doesn't have that warm, moist feeling."

"I know."

Zhao Gou'er stood on the other side of Chen Ping'an without saying a word, but the knuckles of his hand gripping the iron rod had turned white.

Have you ever seen this kind of fog before?

Zhao Gou'er pursed his lips, nodded, and lowered his voice.

"Mirage Demon".

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A mirage demon?

Chen Ping'an pondered the word, vaguely remembering it being mentioned in Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio.

It tells the story of a young man named Sun Yunian who was drinking with several friends upstairs.

When the wine was half-drunk, they suddenly saw a solitary tower rising atop Huanshan Mountain, piercing the blue sky.

The group looked at each other, puzzled and uncertain, thinking that there was no such building nearby.

Not long after, dozens of tall palaces appeared, with emerald green glazed tiles and upturned eaves, and it became clear that a mirage had occurred.

The term "mirage" comes from this.

"The old folks in White Bone Town have mentioned that the mirage demon neither eats nor bites people; it just sprays a very thick fog that makes it impossible for people to see anything."

Exactly the same as what's happening now.

"Then there's nothing to be afraid of?"

Ali pondered for a moment and asked in confusion.

"No, that's not it."

Zhao Gou'er's voice trembled slightly, and his dark, thin face turned slightly pale.

"What's there to be afraid of?" Ali asked, turning her head to the side.

"The fog won't dissipate," Zhao Gou'er said. "You can't see anything in the fog. Bone demons, hungry ghosts, and death toads come with the fog. The mirage demon covers its eyes so that other things can come in and eat."

The shelter was quiet for a while.

Chen Ping'an understood that not all barriers have rules prohibiting non-humans from entering or leaving.

This thing is like a flashbang; it blinds you and then stabs you repeatedly with knives.

"What about the elderly and children?" Chen Ping'an asked.

Zhao Gou'er paused for a moment, then said, "Hide, we can only hide."

"If you encounter a mirage, hide in a stone house, block the door, and don't come out until the fog dissipates."

"This is the only way."

How long will it take for the fog to clear?

"It depends on luck."

Zhao Gou'er said, "Sometimes it takes one or two hours, sometimes it takes a whole night, and if there's a surge of death energy, it can take two or three days."

The shelter was quiet for a while.

Only the pale purple light arrows continued to shoot out, disappearing into the mist.

"Isn't there any way to destroy this mirage demon?"

Chen Ping'an asked, "It sounds like this thing isn't very powerful. If everyone works together to kill it, it should be feasible."

"no."

Zhao Gou'er shook his head. "Brother Fan said that it's very difficult to find the true form of the mirage demon; moreover, people have no vision in the fog, so defense and attack become aimless."

Can't find the true form of the mirage demon?

Chen Ping'an looked at the misty fog in front of him; Fan Qiming's judgment should be correct.

He carefully observed the thick fog that filled the ruins.

A bold hypothesis came to mind.

Is there any possibility?

It's not that we can't find the true nature, but rather that the true nature is omnipresent.

He pondered for a moment, then took out a small, smooth-looking leather pouch filled with black liquid from his pocket.

It is precisely the corrosion of the skin.