Qiye's voice suddenly exploded in his ears: "You still have the heart to talk about some love and love here without illness and moaning, and you don't even look anywhere you go!"

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It turned out that they didn't know when they had walked into a foggy area, and the gray-white mist filled the surroundings, gradually surrounding them, silently, and did not even arouse their alarm.

Mingyuan's expression was solemn, and he protected Ning Qingqiu behind him first: "Everyone gathered around and formed a circle, this fog is strange!"

The monk of the An family also came back to his senses suddenly, and An Hai hurriedly gathered around everyone and tried to keep calm: "Master Ming, what's going on?"

Mingyuan shook his head: "I don't know, but we fell into this fog unconsciously, and no one found out that it was wrong, if it wasn't a naturally generated strange place, it must have been deliberately arranged by someone to lead us here." ”

Catch a turtle in an urn.

The first thing that came to Qingqiu's mind was this word.

Before, when I looked ahead, it was always bright and bright, and every scene and thing was clear, and there was nothing wrong, but now it was foggy in all directions, and I couldn't see the place ten zhang away, and for the monk, it was almost blind.

If it weren't for the Seven Nights Reminder......

Remembering that there was another person above her head, she felt a little relieved in her heart, although they could only see the fog when they looked up, but they could not see the blue sky and blue sky, but no matter how weird this fog was, it was impossible to permeate the high places, where the seven nights were.

They also have a strong back-up.

Qingqiu lifted the Heart Refining Sword in his hand, and stood back to back with Mingyuan, next to An Hai, and then the monks of the An family formed a circle, and An Lian was in the center of the circle.

Neither she nor Mingyuan spoke.

Waiting with bated breath for the secret crisis to appear.

She didn't think that this fog was fun to watch, a faint smell of death, and the temperature around her plummeted, cold and cold.

At this time, I miss the gas mask and the like, this smell is really going to smoke people to death!

Qiye sat in the clouds, looking coldly below, the area visible to the naked eye has become a place wrapped in dense fog, and people and animals should not approach.

Some of the small low-level desolate beasts were already dead, their bodies were shriveled, as if they had been sucked by the mist and their essence and blood, and their vitality was gone.

The meadows around them withered, and in an instant they became wasteland.

The thin lips hooked a cold arc, and the eyes were cold: "Heh, it seems that it is some scum of refining yin qi that does not enter the stream." ”

It must be the one who is sad.

It wouldn't be the Yin family in the mouth of the An family, if it weren't for the monks of the Jindan period, they wouldn't be able to get such a large range of Yin Qi realm.

The Snow Moon scimitar on his knee vibrated slightly, and Qiye patted its blade with a smile, and his voice was gentle and cold: "Don't worry, wait a little longer, let them play for a while and I'll let you eat enough, and be full." ”

So much Yin Qi is still a high-level Yin Qi that has been mixed with demonic Qi to form a high-level Yin Qi, and the Netherworld Yin Qi can be well supplemented for his Netherworld Purgatory Knife.

This Yin Qi is not too difficult to refine, the key is that its refining requires countless people who have died unjustly, and burying the corpses in the Extreme Yin Land, and after the souls are tortured in all kinds, they will eventually form zombies and ghosts, so that they can fuse into one after fighting, and refine the Yin Qi.

Seven Nights: Too much trouble.

So he never started refining, but now that it was ready-made, he naturally didn't mind collecting it, and it could be regarded as doing the right thing for heaven.

Mingyuan shouted in a deep voice: "He Fang is sacred, when you come out to see it, you don't have to pretend to be a ghost, but it makes people look down on you!"

A miserable laugh sounded, and a voice that was neither male nor female said, "Hehe...... The people who settle down are right, and those who know each other should hand over the tokens, otherwise, feed my babies here......"

Everyone's faces changed, although they expected it, but they didn't expect it to be really for them.

"Who the hell is Your Excellency?" An Hai drove the aura to block the approaching gray-white mist, and the gloomy coldness made him shiver as a foundation building monk.

The man was angry, as if he was very unhappy with his ignorance: "Don't think that if you can kill those little shrimps of the Yin family, you can tell me the conditions, you only have two choices, first, hand over the token, and second, I will let you die in extreme pain, and then take out the soul and train it into a ghost for me to drive and enslave, and the thing is naturally mine." ”

"You only have three breaths of time to decide. ”

His attitude was cold and arrogant, and he didn't take the people present seriously.

Mingyuan had already guessed that most of this person's strength had reached the Jindan stage, otherwise he would not have let him and An Hai quietly fall into this fog.

And the effect of the star compass is not blown, since they used this thing to cover their breath, none of the Yin family members caught up, after a few days of peace, there is only one or two days left from the destination of the Wanhu Prairie, but at this time, such a Jindan monk was killed halfway.

If it weren't for Jin Dan, how could he easily find them and make a move? You must know that most of the monks he met in the past few days have not done anything to them, after all, they can cover the aura on their bodies, if they either have high-level magic weapons or have extraordinary origins, and they are still dragons and horses with extremely pure blood, naturally they should not be underestimated.

There is no absolute certainty, there is not enough strength, and they will not easily beat the idea of their group.

"One, two......"

"Do it!"

Mingyuan didn't wait for the number to run out, and directly opened a big move.

"Qianzhi Dongkun, point!"

A golden pillar of light shot out from the tip of his index finger, as if it was penetrating the sky, and directly shot out a hole of more than ten meters in front of him, and the mist had no ability to resist under this pillar of light.

Easily torn through.

A light came in from outside.

The scene was a little silent for a while, not only the person hiding in the fog, everyone was stunned, Mingyuan frowned coldly, and shouted: "Don't do it yet!"

He was almost angry, dare he just shouted the slogan in vain? These people didn't move one by one, stupidly watching him do something, can this solve the other party?

What a pig teammate!

The corners of Qingqiu's mouth twitched, and he began to chop the mist in front of him, but the people didn't move at all, not at all.

Even if her strength is relatively weak, it won't be such a gap, right?

The man's voice became sharper: "You dare to strike first, a small foundation building monk dares to provoke a Jindan monk, I will kill you!"

Typical annoyance.

Under such circumstances, the combat effectiveness will inevitably explode.

Therefore, these fogs are a strengthened version, and they have been infused with spiritual energy by the person who calls himself Jindan Monk, and it has obviously turned from a "blow-and-blow" gas into an impregnable wall. (To be continued.) )