The yin wind in the black smoke is whistling, and the whining sound is endless, like ten thousand ghosts crying together, listening to it is very infiltrating, and in the place where it is invisible to the naked eye, the yin wind that cuts flesh and eats bones is constantly forming. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the darkness, unable to see, and his consciousness was blocked, although Wang Yi was not shocked, he was still calm and calm.

I saw that his face was calm, and he stood upright, like an ancient pine, let the wind and rain blow and remain unchanged for a hundred years.

With his eyes lowered and a dark brilliance flashing in his eyes, Wang Yi made the most correct choice for himself under this unclear situation, that is, to respond to all changes with the same.

The Immortal Sword hovered at the side, the purple and blue body protection true qi spread all over his body, and Wang Yi was ready to deal with unknown dangers.

After that, Wang Yi emptied his mind and tried his best to perceive the situation in the black fog and capture possible dangers, but unfortunately the result was not satisfactory. The restriction of the black fog's ability to perceive the monk was beyond Wang Yi's expectations, and in the black fog, even with the strength of Wang Yi's divine sense, it could barely radiate a range of about one meter around his body.

Woo, the wind is getting louder, hurried and urgent, and the whirling yin wind is sneaking in the black fog, constantly approaching Wang Yi.

Drinking, a light drink came out of his mouth, Wang Yi's eyes froze, and the immortal sword moved, slashing out a ring of Senran sword light towards the surroundings.

The sword light was shining, stirring up a wind and rain, under the agitation of the sword light, the black mist churned, and from time to time there was a sneering sound, as if there were water droplets falling on the hot iron.

But that's just it, although the black fog churned for a while, it never dissipated, often as soon as the sword light broke through the black fog, the surrounding black fog squirmed, filling the gap again in a very short time.

Seeing such a situation, Wang Yi's eyes couldn't help but sink, although the attack he had just made was only for the purpose of testing, but the results of the trial were not optimistic.

And at this moment, the Yin devil in the outside world was looking at the Yin Wind Skull in his hand with a distressed face.

I saw that the original dark Yin Wind Skull had faded a lot of color after spitting out the black mist, and turned into light black, looking like it was greatly damaged.

And this is exactly the case, the reason why the Yin Wind Skull is so strange is that it is fundamentally the wisp of Yin Wind Devil, and in order to trap Wang Yi, the Yin Devil also made a bloody investment, and directly gave up a trace of Yin Wind Devil.

You must know that this kind of renunciation is a permanent abandonment, and unless there is a great opportunity, it is basically impossible to recover.

However, it can also be seen from this that the Yin devil really hates Wang Yi very much.

The corners of his mouth showed a cruel smile, and the Yin Devil's hand bloomed with spiritual light, once again urging the Yin Wind Skull, blowing out a Yin Wind and swept towards Wang Yi in the black mist, this time he must die without a place to be buried.

At this time, Wang Yi also sensed that something was wrong, and a strong sense of danger surged into his heart.

With a jump in his heart, Wang Yi condensed his mind and guarded his surroundings, the true qi in his body continued to surge, and the spiritual light on the immortal sword was bursting, ready to meet the impending danger at any time.

Whew, the voice was poignant, like a sharp whistle, which made people can't help but feel pain in their eardrums. The swirling yin wind has formed an encirclement of Wang Yi at some point, so that Wang Yi can't hide if he wants to.

The sense of danger in his heart reached its peak, and Wang Yi's eyes bloomed with a breathtaking look, since he couldn't hide, then he didn't hide.

The sword flashed, and the immortal sword fell into Wang Yi's hand like a fish returning to the sea, Wang Yi stood upright with the sword in his right hand, and the index finger and middle finger of his left hand formed into a sword finger shape.

Within the nine-inch spirit pool, the spell mark that belonged to the Xiao Lei Yin Imperial Sword Technique was dazzling, and Wang Yiyun's true qi was on the sword finger, and a purple electric light suddenly flashed between Wang Yi's index finger and middle finger, which was dazzling.

And after the dazzle, the spell mark of Xiao Lei Yin's sword art appeared in front of Wang Yi from within the spirit pool.

I saw the spell mark the size of a baby's palm, and the purple electricity swirled on it, and the spiritual light surged, which looked very extraordinary.

Looking at the spell mark in front of him, Wang Yi's eyes couldn't help but flash a trace of amazement, this was the first time he had seen a spell mark in reality.

However, although he saw the real thing with his own eyes, Wang Yi still couldn't understand it, he couldn't see through it, the spell imprint of Xiao Lei Yin's sword art had a complex structure, and the pen was like a dragon and snake, which didn't look like any kind of text, which made people feel a little dizzy.

Although he was curious about the spell mark of Xiao Lei Yin's sword technique, Wang Yi also knew that now was not a good time to study the spell mark.

With a correct expression, the divine consciousness of the sea surged, and Wang Yi turned his divine consciousness into silk threads to entangle the spell mark and push it towards the immortal sword.

During this process, Wang Yi seemed extremely focused, not daring to be distracted in the slightest, but despite this, the speed at which the spell mark moved was still extremely slow.

In fact, Wang Yi's situation is very normal, it is not a simple matter to manifest and control the spell mark in reality, if you want to do this, the first condition is to achieve a spell to reach the realm of Great Perfection, in addition, the monk's true qi must be pure and profound, and the monk's divine sense must be strong enough, only when these are done, the manifestation of the spell mark can be realized.

As the spell mark approached the Immortal Sword little by little, Wang Yi's mind became more and more tense, and drops of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.

Sweat slid down his cheeks, Wang Yi's expression suddenly sharpened, and his divine sense gushed out like a surging river, with a spell imprint, and suddenly rushed towards the Immortal Sword.

The spell imprint entered the body, and a dazzling purple light suddenly bloomed on the immortal sword, and electric snakes were born from nothingness, emitting bursts of hiss.

At this moment, even Wang Yi's body was dyed with a thick purple halo, and it was even said that this purple light also penetrated the inky black mist and met the eyes of the Yin devil.

Looking at the deep purple blossom blooming in the black mist, the Yin Devil's heart suddenly felt a thick sense of unease.

And before he could respond, a sword light rose into the sky, directly cutting through the black fog, and then the thick purple was completely rendered in the black fog, the two met, and the black fog continued to dissipate, accompanied by a terrible scream.

Boom, a belated thunder sound sounded, and Wang Yi's body turned into a streamer and rushed out of the black mist directly along the cut of the immortal sword. Not only that, the moment Wang Yi got out of the predicament, a black electric snake shot out of his hand and shot towards the Yin Devil.

Boom, being hit by thunder, although the Yin Devil took the blow with his strong True Yuan, he himself was not comfortable, and directly spit out a mouthful of blood, and until this time, the Yin Devil's eyes were still full of thick shock and doubts that could not be dissolved. (To be continued.) )