The voice of the Fog King echoed again.

Qin Hao's eyes narrowed.

This time, he was staring at a certain death.

There, a figure loomed, and it seemed that the Fog King was hiding in it.

He must have used a kung fu to pour internal energy into his throat and disperse his voice. That's why I couldn't find him. ”

Qin Hao thought seriously: "So, the figure in front of him, is it really him, can I really hurt him?"

Qin Hao is not a hesitant person.

He sat down as he wanted to, bent down to pick up a dead branch on the ground, and shook his wrist.

Sou!

The branch shot out like a dart, hitting the figure accurately.

There were no screams, no screams, the figures dissipated, the branches disappeared.

It was obvious that the attack had failed again, but Qin Hao's eyes were a little bright.

No, the figure just now is definitely not an entity!

When the dart was revealed just now, he deliberately watched carefully to make sure that the figure had no signs of dodging.

In other words, what the Fog King said about dodging by speed is simply false!

Could it be that it's just fog formation?

But why do I always think that human figures are real?

When Qin Hao was puzzled, the fog around him became thicker and thicker.

"Guy, young man, I'm a little angry now, if you don't surrender, you'll die soon!"

The voice of the Fog King was playful, as if a stubborn hunter had met an unlucky prey. "Look, the fog is getting thicker, and the next time I make a move, you're going to die!"

Qin Hao was originally in a trance.

But the voice of the Fog Heavenly King hit his ears, and his body shook violently.

At night, there should be no fog.

Even if there is fog, it will not become thicker under the control of the Fog King.

Why is this so?

Could it be that he caused everything?

Thinking of this, Qin Hao affirmed the answer.

The Fog King, as the name suggests, has the ability to create things.

Am I in a maze?

"That's not right!" Qin Hao quickly objected to this inference, "If you are in the middle of the formation, there are more or less traces of the formation running around. ”

Now Qin Hao felt that the surroundings were empty.

This is enough to prove that he is not in the formation.

So, what's going on?

Qin Hao cleared his thoughts, an answer came out of his mind, and the corners of his mouth showed joy.

Not far from Qin Hao, there was a pair of eyes hidden in the fog.

These eyes are sharp and cruel.

It was like a hungry wolf looking at Mianyang.

This is where the body of the Fog King is located.

He didn't rush to make a move.

Because there is no need to rush to kill Qin Hao.

Compared to so many opponents he has killed.

Qin Hao was undoubtedly the most powerful one.

For such an opponent, the Fog King will remain cautious.

"You don't need to do anything, just wait for him to run out of patience, and I'm quietly making a move. He's going to die, he's going to be a fool."

Thinking of this, the Misty Heavenly King showed two sharp teeth at the corners of his mouth.

At this moment, there was a change in front of him, and Qin Hao, who was stunned, suddenly moved.

He raised his hand and slammed it into his forehead.

This act amounts to self-harm.

Under normal circumstances, the Fog King would definitely taunt with joy.

But now, his eyes widened with astonishment, and he shouted, "You're crazy, what are you doing!"

Qin Hao ignored it, and continued to hit his forehead fiercely, and with his other hand, he hammered it to his chest.

The Fog King forgot: "Stop, you psychopath, if you want to die, you will die at my hands, what kind of hero is suicide!"

Obviously, Qin Hao should be in a hurry, but his calm situation was reversed.

Now, the Fog King was quite worried about Qin Hao's "suicide" move.

Qin Hao was originally just a temptation, but after hearing the voice of the Fog Heavenly King, he determined his reasoning.

With a sneer on the corner of his mouth and thunder in his hand, he was the one without eyebrows.

"It turns out that everything is a magic mirror!"

As he finished speaking, his finger hit the center of his eyebrows.

There was no pain, and the thick fog in front of him dissipated in an instant.

Qin Hao's gaze returned, and what he saw was a thin old man standing in front of him.

The Fog King is shorter than expected, and there are more wrinkles on his face than expected.

Now, the Misty Heavenly King's face was full of horror, and bloody tears flowed from his eyes.

He teared up and said, "How do you see that?"

Qin Hao's face was indifferent: "There are no traces of formation around this dense fog. Your speed is too weird. ”

"Weird? Is it weird to be faster than you? The Fog King's voice was a little harsh.

"Not bad. Qin Hao replied seriously: "Because I think that there is no one in this world who is faster than me." ”

The Fog King smiled, and his smile was extremely miserable.

Now that the illusion has been broken, his spirit has suffered extremely serious trauma, and his mobility has not changed, and it is difficult for him to escape from the ascension.

Qin Hao said coldly: "You are a descendant of the Wu Clan, and you used the unique secret technique of the Wu Clan to kill with the Illusion Mirror!"

"Not bad. The Fog King did not hide, and said bluntly: "From the moment you entered the forest, I cast an illusion on you. ”

His expression suddenly became sad: "I can't imagine that my illusion will be defeated in your hands in the end." ”

Qin Hao said solemnly: "Illusion, when I first saw it in the book, I didn't believe it at all. If it weren't for the coincidence, I wouldn't have been able to remember it. ”

"Did I say too much?" said the Misty King's tone with self-deprecation.

Qin Hao nodded: "Yes, if you keep making moves, it will be difficult for me to calm down and think, and it is very likely that I will die in your illusion mirror." ”

Illusion can't hurt the body, but it can hurt the spirit.

If Qin Hao was killed by the Fog Heavenly King in the illusion mirror, his spirit would be wiped out and he would become a vegetative person in medicine.

That's why he couldn't kill the Fog King.

Because those figures just now are all fakes created by the illusion mirror.

The phantom mirror is the world of the Fog Heavenly King, and Qin Hao has no chance of winning at all.

The only way to do this is to get out of the illusion.

So he chose to self-harm, broke the confusion in front of him, and in the end, he successfully returned to reality.

"Clever. ”

This was the only thing the Fog King could say.

"Concession. ”

Qin Hao hugged his fists, it was the first time he had encountered illusion, and he was also forced to a very desperate point.

The strength of the other party is strong enough to withstand this praise.

"You're amazing!"

This was the last sentence that the Fog Heavenly King left in the world.

Then a streamer flashed, and his body split in two, and blood spurted out uncontrollably.

When Qin Hao left, there were blood stains on his fingers hanging from his waist.

And there is no more fog in the bamboo forest behind him.

Only blood.

This villa is bigger than expected.

From the surrounding scene, it can be called a small garden.

Qin Hao relied on his consciousness to not get lost on the road.

He walked for a while, and a bridge appeared in front of him.

The bridge is only fifteen meters long, and there is a trickle of water under the bridge. On both sides of the bridge are lotus flowers.

At the end of the bridge, there stood a man.

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