(Today is the fourth day of the first lunar month, two consecutive days, more than 600 kilometers of high-speed every day, finally home!

"Master, it's foggy, don't you think it's weird? It's yellow fog!"

Shennongjia. Ding's Manor.

Da Mao pointed to the yellow mist that was constantly steaming outside the protective array, and opened his mouth in surprise.

"It must be the Fog Clan!"

Mu Ping grinned slightly, "These ghostly things, one by one, have finally been found! I'm afraid that the game is nearing the end." ”

He showed a miserable smile, and he was very glad in his heart, if it weren't for his foresight and leaving a wisp of soul, I am afraid that even if this body is not destroyed in the hands of the Zerg, it will not be able to escape the clutches of the Fog Clan.

"Master, I'm going to destroy them!"

As he spoke, Da Mao picked up the golden long stick and wanted to get out of the protective array.

"Wait!"

Mu Ping spoke up to stop him.

"These fog tribes are extremely cunning, and they have a thick yellow mist body, and they can constantly change their body form, if you want to destroy them, unless you use fire, how easy is it? ”

"What then?"

Da Mao's eyes puffed out, he couldn't just watch them attack the formation.

"It's okay!"

Mu Ping's eyes rolled, and he glanced at Xiao Wu, who was lying on the ground and was sleeping, and devoured more than 20 Zerg demon beasts, Xiao Wu woke up with a big belly for a while, and then began to fall asleep, and has been sleeping, although half a month has passed, his stomach has become deflated, but there is no sign of waking up.

"Boom! boom!"

Sure enough, those fog tribes began to attack the guard, the fluorescent light flickered, and the guard let out a shudder.

"Childe, what should we do?"

The remnants of the Ding family trembled as they looked at the yellow mist that was tumbling outside like thick smoke with a look of fear.

How had they ever seen such a battle, the huge insects before almost scared their souls away, and it was not easy to stabilize their minds, and here came a bunch of things hidden in the yellow mist.

Does life have to be so thrilling like a roller coaster?

"Don't be impatient!"

Mu Ping's lips twitched twice, and he gave an order to Da Mao.

Da Mao's big eyes glared, and these people instantly fell crooked and fainted.

I'm afraid that when I wake up, I can't remember everything that happened.

"Master, if you don't go out again, these bunnies won't have to break the formation?!"

Da Mao dragged a huge stick, anxious like an ant on a hot pot, spinning around.

"Okay!"

Mu Ping nodded slightly, "But there is one thing, if you can't beat it, you must withdraw it in time!"

"Yes!"

Da Mao has been waiting for this sentence for a long time, as for whether to withdraw or not, it is not up to Mu Ping to have the final say.

He jumped up and down, and he was already outside the guard.

"Come on!"

He picked up the stick, grabbed his head at the yellow mist and smashed it down.

"Whew-"

The yellow mist was like a green cloud, without any weight, and the stick had nowhere to exert force, and the wind it brought up blew the yellow mist to both sides at once.

"Smack!"

The long stick slammed into the ground, and suddenly smashed the ground into a big ditch twenty zhang long, three zhang wide, and a little deep.

Gravel flew, dirt flew, and crumbling stones flew fifty feet high.

But the yellow mist was slippery, and when the soil and stones fell, they suddenly closed and became tightly closed again, and they said that they saw the shadow of the fog clan, and even the yellow mist was safe and sound.

It can be said that Da Mao's stick is equivalent to smashing on cotton, which looks menacing, but it has not caused any substantial damage.

"Your grandfather Mao really doesn't believe it!"

Da Mao launched a ruthless attack, suddenly grew to a height of thirty meters, picked up the golden stick, east and west, and the moves used were all wide open and closed.

"Woo-woo-"

Wherever the stick passed, the yellow mist churned, and there was a faint scream, but not a single blood was scattered.

So, there was a funny scene here, a big black man stretched out from the thick yellow fog like half an iron tower-like body, the golden stick in his hand was shining, but what he was facing was a group of yellow butterflies-like mist, no matter how hard he tried, the mist floated around, and he couldn't hit it.

It's really anti-aircraft guns to fight mosquitoes - overkill.

The husband standing outside the delivery room - I can't do it!

"Whew!"

Before the tea was over, Da Mao's face was sweating, his chest was heaving, and his mouth was panting.

"You shrunken guys, you have the ability to fight head-on with your grandfather Mao!"

Da Mao's eyes widened, evil

Cursing fiercely.

But what answered him was not only a thick yellow fog, but also a thick yellow fog.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, a darker yellow mist came at him from behind.

"Break it for your grandfather!"

Da Mao roared loudly, and shot a stick at the sneak attack of the fog monk, but the yellow mist flashed and disappeared.

"Smack!"

Da Mao's back was firmly beaten for a while, and he didn't know whether it was palm power or fist technique.

"I'll go!"

Da Mao staggered two steps, and then he stood firm, but his back waist seemed to be poked by an awl, and he felt a faint pain, but fortunately, his skin was rough and thick, so he didn't cause any substantial damage.

Rao is like this, but also shocked him into a cold sweat, if the other party uses a cold weapon, at this moment, I am afraid that his back waist will not collapse into a piece, but will bleed, and even a big hole will appear.

"Whew!"

Before Da Mao could calm down, the Wu Clan, who had gotten the sweetness, rushed up and launched an attack on Da Mao's upper, middle and lower three roads at the same time.

"Smack!"

"Poof!"

Da Mao suddenly became a live target, and those Wu Clan monks cultivated the highest in the early stage of Xuandan, but they couldn't stand the crowd, and Da Mao was scarred all over his body, and even his forehead didn't know who smashed it, and blood flowed from his eye sockets.

At this moment, Da Mao seems to have fallen into a yellow quagmire, and the phrase "a good tiger can't stand the wolves" is applied to him, which is very appropriate.

"Whew-w-"

The clay man still has three points of fire, not to mention the divine beast of Da Mao, he simply moved his mental strength, put away the long stick, stretched out his big hand, and grabbed the rolling yellow mist.

At the same time, the spiritual power turned into countless five-foot-long heavy swords, attacking indiscriminately at those yellow mist.

Not to mention, the spiritual attack was something that these fog monks did not expect, and without noticing, three fog monks were suddenly hit, and Huang Wu suddenly hesitated, revealing a sharp-beaked monkey gills figure from the mist, which was grabbed by Da Mao in his hands, and his hands were divided, and he was torn in half.

A thick bloody aura instantly floated in mid-air.

"Who else is not afraid of death!"

Da Mao shouted, his eyes were red, like a King Kong!

"Huh!"

As soon as the fog dispersed, Da Mao shrank abruptly, "squeaked", and drilled back into the protective array.