A few lightning flashes, and when he raised his head, in the black fog in front of him, there was a little bit of crystal bright red. Han Yiming was about to turn around, but he saw a little yellow light in the center of the red point, and in the blink of an eye, a bolt of lightning shot out of it, coming towards him. Han Yiming suddenly woke up at this time, this lightning came from the eyes of the spirit insect! Avoiding this lightning, he silently recited the mantra of chasing the wind like a shadow in his heart, and where his right hand was pointing, the sword light of the Ming Yuan Sword had already chased straight away. His right hand was pointing to that little red, and there were no other figures around him. He didn't have time to look for it, he didn't have to be frightened, he only thought that he couldn't be spared if he dodged it, so he used the Shadow Chasing Wind Sword that he had practiced extremely well. He had been practicing endlessly before, and now he is naturally handy when he uses it.

The Dao sword light overflowing from the sword of Mingyuan Sword went towards the red dots as far as his eyes could reach, the sword light of Mingyuan Sword was golden with a little purple, the golden sword light was very bright, the purple was slightly blurred, the two colors were shining, and it was very penetrating, illuminating the vast black fog around it extremely brightly, and it could be seen clearly through the layers of black fog, and the purple light was mixed with gold, which was even sharper. Han Yiming had never seen the sword light reveal such sharpness, his mind was a little calm, and the two fingers of his right hand pointed at the red dot hidden behind the mist. A few sword lights had already pierced through the mist and headed straight for the past.

The sharp and unusually sharp sword light of the Ming Yuan Sword pierced the red dot, as if it had pierced into the water, and the red dot and the surrounding black mist all fluctuated. After the sword light passed through the black fog and the red dots, the red dots were still the same as before, but the sword light disappeared without a trace. Han Yiming was taken aback and stunned for a moment, he really thought how could this be, but he could see it clearly in front of him, it was like this. Han Yiming clearly remembered that Lu Yueqing had told him that the Mingyuan Sword was almost a divine weapon, and it was extremely sharp. But why can't even the eyes of the spirit worm be damaged in the slightest? Even if the eyes of the mallet are as hard as steel, they should be able to avoid it!

But he was not discouraged, remembering that it was two red dots. Looking sideways, there is also a red dot on the side, and the golden yellow of the red dot is slowly lighting up, Han Yiming suddenly felt that there was another red dot in the corner of his eye, and then he looked sideways, and it was another red dot. I couldn't help but be surprised, could it be that the spirit worm had countless eyes? At this thought, I couldn't help but make the sword, spin around, and see that there were red spots hidden behind the black mist in all directions, high or low, all as red as gems. Han Yiming was sweating all over his body, no wonder the lightning was overwhelming, these many eyes shot lightning at the same time, it was really difficult to dodge!

Suddenly, a white light flashed in the black mist, like a match, bright and dazzling, and it came out of nowhere, facing him. Han Yiming's sword wanted to be avoided, but he couldn't avoid it. I saw that the white light came very quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it had come to the top of my head. This white light came closer, brighter and brighter, and shiny. A long white light crossed the top of Han Yiming's head and headed towards one place. Han Yiming quickly turned around, only to see the white light piercing through the black mist and piercing into a little red.

As soon as the white light pierced into the red, the countless red dots around Han Yiming slowly disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, there was only a little left. The red dot was gone, and Han Yiming saw the figures of the people of Lingshan in the black mist, and even the people of Pingbo Dao and the disciples under him could see it clearly. Sima Lingyi descended from the sky and said, "Senior brother, are you okay? Don't look at the insect eyes anymore, you are fascinated by it." If it weren't for the ...... of concentration" Before he finished speaking, Han Yiming already felt that his ears were full of hissing sounds, which were extremely sharp, and people felt headaches and dizziness when they heard it. I couldn't help but cover my ears with my hands and open my mouth. Suddenly, the ground shook, and everyone was in a chaos, and they also felt undulating, and they each bent over and bent their knees to fix their figures.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept down from above, and everyone felt as if they were being pressed by a heavy object, and it was difficult to resist. I only heard Zhao Haoyang say: "Hurry up!" Although Han Yiming had a splitting headache, he could not hear this sentence very clearly. Bend over and hunch your back, stretch out your left hand, point to the left, and fly away.

A long tail the thickness of a man smashed past everyone and smashed on the ground. Although everyone avoided it, when the long tail smashed past them, a thick fishy smell mixed with the strong wind rushing from top to bottom, and the head and face swooped over. The long tail smashed on the ground, and although Han Yiming was in the air, he felt his body shake a few times. If it hits you squarely, you won't survive even if you have ten lives.

As soon as he dodged a blow, he saw the long tail swing up again, sweeping in all directions. Every sweep is earth-shattering, opening up mountains and gravel. Everyone was hiding in the middle of the country with long tails, fishy winds and gravel. At this time, Han Yiming knew why the second master wanted to do the idea of burning the jade with him, and the insect that has attained the Tao is far from the person who has attained the Dao. After 800 years of cultivation, Shi Bo only increased his spiritual power and wisdom, but he could not grow up like a spirit worm and become so terrifying, nor would he have such unsupportable strength. What he saw in the mirror before, there was no comparison, only that the long tail of the spirit insect was the thickness of a human arm, and at this time, he saw with his own eyes, the long tail was the thickness of a person, and the body of the spirit insect was unimaginably thick?

At this time, the spirit worm's long tail couldn't shake off, and every time it swept to the ground with the power of Wanjun, there was a loud "pop" sound, mixed with the sound of trees breaking. Everyone parried together, but they were afraid that they couldn't parry. can only ask for more blessings and run away separately. Han Yiming held the Mingyuan sword, dodging left and right, rushing left and right, and suddenly saw the far side, Huang Jingxuan stood in the wind, and did not move. A faint golden white light emanated from his body, and the sword light on the Wind Splitting Sword in his right hand flickered, and one after another sword lights flew out, all hitting the center of the eight-point golden light in front of him.

It turned out that Han Yiming was worried about the safety of his uncle, so he flew closer, the spirit insect was already bulky, where could he catch up with Huang Jingxuan, and when he saw Han Yiming, he turned to him as an enemy. At this time, everyone in the Spirit Mountain pulled in and became entangled with the spirit worm. Huang Jingxuan was a little worried, but seeing that everyone was not the opponent of the spirit worm, they could protect themselves by dodging. What's more, Zhao Haoyang was on the side, and the offensive was fierce, which gave him an excellent opportunity. It was noon, the sun was fierce, and it was a good time to break the mirage, how could he let it go, and try his best to disperse the fog at this time, as long as the sunlight let in, the mirage would be broken.

In the center surrounded by the eight-point golden light, the black fog had faded into a dusk, Han Yiming flew towards Huang Jingxuan, and flew to his side in a moment, only to see that a faint blue sky had appeared in the eight-point golden light in front of him, and the black fog was still surging.

How the mirage was broken is in tomorrow's content, thank you for your support. Please remember to smash the ticket for the occasional ticket after reading the book, thank you!