After hearing the secret voice, Heiyi Rao's first thought was to run for his life quickly. He knew from the beginning that this thick fog was anything but simple, although he didn't guess that it was the Xuanwu Array.

But seeing the meat that was about to reach his mouth fly like this, he was really a little difficult to let go of in his heart. If they are allowed to escape, I am afraid that there will be no chance to recover the spirit treasure in the Black Cloud Cave, and even if he returns to the Weeping Knife Hall, he will be greeted by extremely strict clan rules.

Last time, because he didn't complete the task, he had already broken an arm, and if he couldn't complete it this time, I'm afraid his life would be gone.

But now, he could feel that his brother was all dead, and it must have been the work of the enemy who secretly arranged the formation. Now in front of him is a wolf in front of him and a tiger in the back. He simply put his heart sideways, or his own life is the most important, turned his head and pulled his legs and rushed towards the dense fog on the other side.

But isn't the Xuanwu Array just a matter of summoning dense fog?

While summoning clouds and mist, the arranger can constantly change the formation map according to the position of the enemy in the array, so that he will keep spinning in circles in the magic circle, and he will never be able to run out. Unless he cultivates to be strong and forcibly breaks the formation with force.

The black-clothed masked man ran wildly in the Xuan Mist Array, but after running frantically for a while, he suddenly found that the thick fog seemed to be layered on top of each other and never ended.

With his hands on his knees, he gasped for breath and looked up at the fog in front of him, and couldn't help but fall into despair. At this moment, another young man's voice sounded:

"Yo! your legs are spinning so fast, why don't you run?"

The black-clothed masked man glanced around, but there were only vast clouds and mist, and there was half a figure there. A hearty laugh from the young man followed.

At this time, the black-clothed masked man had completely fallen into madness.

He drew his sword from his waist and began to slash wildly through the clouds, shouting:

"Where you are, you will come out to fight me. Hiding in the shadows, he will only do these things, which is despicable. ”

In the shadows, there was a burst of "giggle" laughter from the teenager:

"Ouch, you still have the face to do something to me? A few months ago, you and your dead brother didn't do enough to do it?"

The black-clothed masked man who was swinging the long sword, after hearing the young man's words, stopped what he was doing and slowly fell into deep thought. After a long time, it was as if he had suddenly remembered something. Pointing to the fog in front of him, he shouted:

"I know who you are, I know who you are, you are the of the Fang family, you are Jiang Feng. ”

As soon as he finished, he seemed to remember something again:

"Impossible, impossible, how did you end up here, you should be dead now! How did you appear in the Black Cloud Cave, did they fail, how could this ......"

Just as the man in black was going crazy, two black shadows suddenly flashed from his left and right sides, one grabbed his right arm, and the other grabbed his neck. At this moment, Jiang Feng's eager voice came:

"Stay alive, don't kill him yet. ”

At the same time, a very sharp palm slapped on the back of the black-clothed Rao's heart, and the black-clothed man only felt that it was dark in front of him, and he almost fainted.

At this time, the black-clothed masked person really saw the person in front of him clearly: the people who grabbed his arm were Fang Qingyuan and Elder Fang Yu, and the palm just now was Elder Fang Ji. And in front of him, standing was Jiang Feng, who he had wanted to assassinate, but had no success

At this time, the three Fang family elders looked at Jiang Feng with some hesitation, not knowing why he suddenly changed his mind to kill the black-clothed Rao. If it weren't for Elder Francis's timely dissipation of some of his strength, I'm afraid that the man in black would have been in a different place by now.

Jiang Feng moved forward, looked at the man in black who was pressed by the two elders on his shoulders, half-kneeling on the ground, and was already dying, and said with a slight smile:

"The people of the Slaughter Family Weeping Knife Hall, don't come to harm!"

The man in black, who had only half a breath left, looked up at Jiang Feng and said:

"If you want to kill or chop, listen to it. ”

"Yo, this butcher is very backbone! I don't know the taste of the Bone Erosion Pill, if you haven't tasted the cherry blossoms, my newly refined pill can let you taste it for free." ”

When the man in black heard the Bone Erosion Pill, not only him, but also the elders of the Fang family around him and the purple-clothed young man behind him all trembled. Bone Erosion Pill, I haven't heard the name of this pill for many years.

The reason why this elixir makes people talk about the color change of the medicine is because this elixir is an extremely poisonous thing, refined with nineteen kinds of highly poisonous spirit grasses. As long as the cultivator eats it, he will suffer from the heart-devouring of ten thousand ants, as if countless ants are gnawing at his bones, making him extremely itchy and painful.

Some cultivators can't bear that kind of itch, and in order to relieve the itch, they can even peel off their own skin in the end, and their death is extremely tragic, which is why the Bone Erosion Pill makes people smell and change color.

The man in black watched Jiang Feng take out a blue-black pill, and his body involuntarily began to tremble. But he still intends to carry it to the end:

"Jiang Feng, don't lie to me. Bone Erosion Pill, how can an alchemist like you who is a halfway monk be able to refine it? If you want to use this to force me? Don't even think about it, I am not as good as you in terms of cultivation, but I still have backbone. ”

Jiang Feng was not in a hurry, he just shook his head, smiled bitterly, and took out another golden pill from the Qiankun bag and said:

"Hey, have you seen this?"

Without waiting for the man in black to answer, the old man surnamed Zhang not far behind him suddenly let out an exclamation:

"Second grade pill, Chiyang Pill?"

The old man surnamed Zhang is from the capital of Qinglan Kingdom, and he is a person who has seen the world. When Jiang Feng took out the Chiyang Pill, he immediately sensed the power of the Extreme Yang contained in the pill.

Jiang Feng didn't say anything, it was a tacit acquiescence. Then he looked at the man in black with some playfulness, and took out a black and stenching elixir and said:

"I can refine the Chiyang Pill, so this Bone Erosion Pill, are you still doubting its authenticity? And I also added zero special ingredients to this pill, that is, I added a few pieces of shit, why don't you be the first to taste the taste?"

You see, I'm not an unreasonable person, if you can tell all the secrets you know, maybe I can spare your life, if you refuse to cooperate, then the first bone erosion pill I have refined in my life will be tested by you......"

The man in black smelled the disgusting smell, and he couldn't bear this fear anymore, he raised his head tremblingly, looked at Jiang Feng, and the original resoluteness in his eyes was replaced by a hint of pleading at this moment.

Anyway, the Tu family has never looked at me squarely, and after working for the Tu family for so many years, once the task is not completed, the punishment will be either death or injury, and the Tu family does not treat us as human beings at all, so why should I not give my life to them.

He looked up and asked:

"Are you really willing to let me go?"

"It depends on whether you cooperate or not. ”

"Okay, I promise you. ”

Ever since he assassinated Jiang Feng, he had never looked at this fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy in his eyes. But these few contacts, Jiang Feng seems to be like a demon, as long as he encounters something that touches him, he will never end well.

Is he really just a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy?

The man in black muttered to himself.