It was very dangerous near the Spirit Mist Flower, and there was a terrifying unknown thing wandering there, which was why he had not captured the Spirit Mist Flower for a long time. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

With Mo Xiaopang's current state to take the Spirit Mist Flower, it is very likely that he will be hit hard, and it may not even be killed by a terrifying existence.

Although he and Mo Xiaopang only have a few faces, they can't talk about deep friendship, but they don't want this little fat man to die in vain.

"Whoosh!"

The white light flashed, and the white jade pig carried Mo Xiaopang past in front of him at a high speed, and he didn't hear his shouts at all, and he didn't even see him.

At this time, Mo Xiaopang only thought about one thing, and that was to obtain the Spirit Mist Flower.

"Fog Butterfly!" Yechen frowned, and asked the fog butterfly to find a way to make the white jade pig stop, and at the same time, he kicked his legs, and the whole person chased after him like an arrow off the string.

"Chirp!" The fog butterfly's tentacles shook, and a strange chirp came out of its mouth, which was a little harsh.

"Humph!" The white jade was fast, but the sound traveled even faster, and in an instant, the strange chirp of the fog butterfly burrowed into its pig ears and irritated its eardrums.

It snorted, its body trembled subconsciously, and its legs were even more uncontrollably stiff, as if petrified, no matter how hard it tried, it just couldn't take a step forward.

"Boom!" The white jade pig crawled on the ground, and its body trembled violently, which was the psychological trauma left by the fog butterfly, uncontrollable.

"Ahh Your uncle's ......" Mo Xiaopang scolded angrily. Because of inertia, he flew out, lost his center of gravity, and smashed his body uncontrollably towards the Spirit Mist Flower.

"Shhh Suddenly, there was a strange cry around the Lingwu Flower, like a poisonous snake spitting out letters, which was very terrifying. In the next moment, a wisp of black mist drilled out of the ground, pitch black and weird, with evil nature, flying towards Mo Xiaopang.

"Wow, help! Masters! Mo Xiaopang was frightened, struggling on all fours, like a drowning landlubber, desperately crying.

The black mist was so terrible that it turned into a serpentine and emitted black smoke, flying towards him, trying to devour him.

"Not good!" Yechen sighed secretly, and the golden yuan power broke out of his body, enveloping his body, and in the next moment, his speed soared, turning into a meteor, and rushing forward.

He was shocked, the terrifying unknown turned out to be a wisp of black mist, exuding evil, incompatible with the black of the night, very weird.

It is formless, floating in the air, transforming its form at will, sometimes like a tiger, sometimes like a dragon, vivid, and there is not even the slightest difference in breath.

At this time, it was in the shape of a snake, spitting out letters, opening its bloody mouth, and there was a terrifying suction in it, like a black hole, wanting to devour Mo Xiaopang.

"Ah......" Mo Xiaopang screamed. The black mist had rushed in front of him, making a sharp hiss, shaking his mind.

At the same time, there was a thick blood rushing to his face, fishy, nauseous, and making it difficult for him to breathe.

"Am I going to die?" Mo Xiaopang's eyes were blurred, his consciousness was sinking, and the fear of death made him give up struggling.

"Khooth!"

Suddenly, the iron sword was sonorous, the stars were shining, and a sword, slashing through the sky, with a long tail of light, stabbed towards the black mist.

At the same time, a hand poked out of the starlight, wrapped in the phantom of the dragon's claw, and grabbed Mo Xiaopang's shoulder, stopping his body.

"What's going on?" Mo Xiaopang came back to his senses and looked ahead in confusion, and in the next moment, his face changed, and his eyes were wide open.

An iron sword, which appeared out of thin air, repelled the black mist and saved him at the same time.

He was shocked, not because the iron sword had saved him, but because the iron sword in front of him was very familiar, the whole body was pitch black, rusty, and the blade was so dull that even a chicken could not be killed.

He was sure that it was the broken sword he had "left" for Yechen in the valley.

"How did it end up here?"

"Is it a spirit soldier?"

"Yechen, that kid won't chase him to the holy mountain for the sake of the baby, will he?"

……

All of a sudden, all sorts of thoughts flashed through his mind, making him frightened.

He closed his eyes and felt like he was hallucinating.

"It's time for you to lose weight!" Yechen carried Mo Xiaopang and felt that he was very heavy, but after a moment, his arm began to be sore, and even his fingers were numb.

"Mom! Even auditory hallucinations appeared! Mo Xiaopang trembled, he suspected that he had been killed by the black mist. Retribution is now being received.

Because he dug other people's graves during his lifetime, and there was more than one.

"Heavenly Dao cycle, retribution is unpleasant......" He has words in his mouth, and while surpassing others, he is also surpassing himself.

"Retribution for your sister!" Yechen let go and slammed Mo Xiaopang to the ground.

His arm was too sore, more sore than a hundred dragon fists, and Mo Xiaopang was chattering, his body was shaking, and there was no sign of standing up at all.

"Oops!" Mo Xiaopang was in pain, and then suddenly opened his eyes and shouted excitedly: "I'm not dead, I'm really not dead!" ”

He went up and down his hands and touched his body, and people who didn't know thought he had a special hobby.

"If you go crazy, we're all going to die!" Yechen frowned, the black mist was still floating in the air, staring at him.

It was eerie, disembodied, like an illusory image, and when it pierced it before, it was like being pierced into the void, without the slightest feeling of being blocked.

"Who are you? Why save me? Mo Xiaopang got up with a grunt, and then quickly retreated, his eyes vigilant.

The young man in front of him had a hideous face, his hair was scattered, his clothes were dirty, and the smell of blood emanating from his body was no weaker than the black mist.

If you look closely, you will find that his clothes are covered with blood shackles, and from time to time blood will drip down, disgusting and terrifying.

This is a brutal and bloodthirsty teenager, and he is no less dangerous than the black fog in front of him.

Mo Xiaopang stepped back and subconsciously raised the Thunder Light Bow, one facing Yechen and the other facing the black mist, ready to shoot both at any time.

Yechen was surprised, Mo Xiaopang didn't know him anymore, this is too hurtful!

"Humph!" The white light flashed, and the white jade pig appeared next to Mo Xiaopang, snorting his nose, explaining something.

"Chirp!" The mist butterflies whispered to the night. It was lying on the head of the white jade pig, its tentacles trembled, its eyes narrowed slightly, and it was very weak.

"You...... You're the Night! Understood the meaning of the white jade pig, especially when he saw the fog butterfly, Mo Xiaopang pointed at Yechen in shock, and his fat cheeks trembled.

"What do you think?" Yechen said with disdain.

"I thought you were a ghost!" Mo Xiaopang blurted out, and the next moment, he regretted it, and hurriedly stepped forward and explained: "Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue, but ......"

"But what?" Yechen opened his eyes angrily, it was so annoying, he was a ghost when he was a ghost, was he so terrible?

"You're still peeing and take care of it yourself!" Mo Xiaopang smiled, after knowing that the young man in front of him was Yechen, he instantly figured out a lot of things.

"Take care of your sister!" Yechen burst into anger, if it weren't for the black mist, he would definitely rush up and fight with Mo Xiaopang.

"You're a hooligan!" Mo Xiaopang exclaimed.

"Fuck your sister!" Yechen was stunned and didn't choose to speak.

"I'm an orphan and I don't have a sister!" Mo Xiaopang gloated.

"Then play your senior sister!" Nightshade erupted.

He was the king of the county, well-read poetry and books, and could speak well.

In the high hall, he was able to fight his ministers and make them speechless; In the market, he can scold shrews and make them bow down.

Now facing Mo Xiaopang, especially his unbeaten and cheap appearance, he is not scolded.

"Yechen, the master fought with you!" Mo Xiaopang's eyes were red.

He can beat, scold, and even kill, but Ling Bing can't, whoever dares to blaspheme her, he will fight hard, and the big deal will end up together.

Even if you can't beat it, you will be splashed with blood and disgusted to death.

"Hiss......" Suddenly, the black mist made a strange sound, interrupting Yechen's entanglement with Mo Xiaopang.

It was very angry, ignored by the two ants, and even scolded and laughed in front of it, which was unbearable.

It is angry, evil, disturbing, and at the same time constantly changing its form, there are wolves, leopards and tigers, the momentum is amazing, and there is a strange aura in the air.