At this moment, Lin Ruoli's body trembled, as if there was something more invisible, and when the Silver Dragon Demon Pill put away the magic power, Lin Ruoli suddenly felt that the qi and blood in his body were suddenly a lot more sufficient. Flash Dance.

Duanmu Wentai had a few strands of white hair in his hair at this time, this time his true dragon blood was almost exhausted, the breath of the whole person became extremely weak, and his face was even less bloody, seeing that the other party's strange law disappeared at this time, Duanmu Wentai did not have any hesitation, reached out and pulled Duanmu Brunei, and his body flashed directly to the depths of the miasma on one side, as for the rest of the people, he didn't pay attention to them at all.

"Young Master Wentai!" the old man of Black Jade shouted, his tone full of extreme dissatisfaction. Flash Dance.

Lin Ruoli looked at the old man and the other four with cold eyes, and did not make any more moves, but put away the one hundred and eight golden flying swords and fled directly in the direction of Duanmu Wentai's escape.

It was just an instant that passed, and within a hundred zhang where there was no miasma, as the battle stopped, the miasma around them surged again, drowning the old man and the other four in the miasma in the blink of an eye.

The roar sounded, and the two magic weapons kept colliding together in the spiritual light, and the spiritual power fluctuations made the display within the range of Zhang Xu not have a miasma approaching, but there was no joy on the faces of the old man and the others in the black jade. 35xs

"Old Chen, what should we do now, we don't have much spiritual power left, and we won't be able to last long if we keep urging the magic weapon!" a cultivator asked with some fear.

The old man's face was slightly gloomy, and after thinking for a moment, he looked up at the sky and said, "With the spiritual power we have left now, there is no way to return to the original place, the only way is to go from above!"

"Ah!!h

Several cultivators were all frightened, and the cultivators of the Xuanzhou Realm all knew that the deepest place of this miasma jungle miasma was not underground, but in the air, and the concentration of miasma in the air was ten times stronger than that on the ground, and they had never heard of cultivators below the Purple Mansion Realm flying directly out of the air.

But now there was no room for them to choose, and several people sent out the remaining magic weapons, which kept intertwining and colliding, and then flew towards the sky.

After more than ten breaths, four corpses with only gray bones left fell from the sky, and the fragments of several magic weapons also fell.

Duanmu Qinglong looked at the white beast in front of him with a frightened face at this time, this small white beast only a few feet long, within dozens of zhang around it, there were seven blue humanoid ice sculptures, it was the seven subordinates who came with Duanmu Qinglong this time, in addition to the five family subordinates, there were two deacons from Zhilong Hall, all of whom had a photogenic cultivation, and their magical powers were not bad.

But where did I think that it was the inconspicuous white beast in front of him, and in the successive sneak attacks, everyone except Duanmu Qinglong became ice sculptures, if it weren't for Duanmu Qinglong's quick response, I'm afraid that he would have become such an iceman at this time.

Duanmu Qinglong held the green wood in his hand, and behind him was the magic form of his cyan dragon shadow, and the white beast in front of him was even more difficult than he imagined, especially its strange speed and the blue ice flame that erupted from its mouth.

Even if he had already cast the True Spirit Method, Duanmu Qinglong was barely able to protect himself, and this little white beast simply bit on it and entangled it to the end, which made Duanmu Qinglong's face look difficult to look at after a long time.