Chapter 61: Yin Mist Killing

"If I survive, I should be taken seriously for this performance, right? Maybe he will become a big shot in the future. This third-rate martial artist was smug, but when he entered the mist, it seemed that countless ghosts around him were roaring, and he shuddered with fright, and his face instantly turned pale.

"What about the brothers?"

He whispered and didn't respond?

At this time, I regretted that I went fast.

In the frightened environment around him, he soon stopped caring about face and shouted loudly.

"Someone responded?" This made him happy in his heart, and he subconsciously stepped back, wanting to join his companions.

The faster you go, the sooner you get out of the fog.

At least I can meet the other brothers.

But under the influence of the mist, he couldn't discern the direction, and even the sound was misleading, so he seemed to be back, but he was going deeper, and because of the acceleration, the speed of the deep into it was very fast.

"What sound?" He turned his head hurriedly.

"Poof!"

With disbelief on his face, he lowered his head.

Blood was flowing.

His eyes widened, and he fell to the ground straight away.

At this time, the puppet body knife was also a little surprised, and stopped the pace of rushing forward, let's not shoot yet, it's just a sneak attack formed underground thorns.

The active bones have evolved into third-rate earth puppets, and the fact that they can send out third-rate powerful attacks does not mean that they can kill third-rate in seconds, even if it is a sneak attack.

Is the other party careless?

Not necessarily?

It seems that this third-rate is a little weak? Not to mention the combat power, the sense of crisis is a little worse, how do you feel the same as the teenagers you gave birth to, and the third-rate Wang Daxia?

At this time, the other warriors also roared, emboldened each other, and walked towards the mist, as if walking towards the death penalty field.

"Look at what? I'll put you in the thick of it. The first-class roared, his eyes were vicious, and he shook the sword in his hand, and whoever didn't go in was welcome.

The others did not dare to object, and stepped into the fog.

Soon he was left alone, and he hesitated.

But thinking of the mastermind behind the scenes, he must be watching himself and others somewhere, and he couldn't help but shudder and went forward.

But his pace was a little slower.

"This idiot?"

"Who the hell leaked the news?" A look looked at the warehouse over there from afar, and his teeth itched with hatred.

Forget it, even in the warehouse, they can't take away the mysterious things of the Heavenly Gate.

At this time, he already thought that the warriors who went in were dead, and if the knife knew, he would definitely like it, and it seemed that the effect of pretending to be forced was very good.

No, it's not pretending, I'm just very strong, very strong, haha!

It doesn't matter if I believe it or not? You believe it anyway.

Of course, in fact, the knife had so many ideas at this time.

He was too busy, and he controlled the fog with all his might.

This yin fog is a third-rate evaluation, and the effect on third-rate martial artists is still very good.

But in fact, the effect is even better than expected, and it is obvious that most of these warriors do not have the will of the third rate.

So under the influence of the fog, they unconsciously dispersed.

Many third-rate martial artists found that they were the only ones left, and they immediately panicked and shouted.

The sound reverberate, and under the effect of the mist, it was impossible to distinguish that it came from that direction.

In this way, those who heard it were even more panicked, and wanted to gather, but they didn't know that they were lured farther away by the knife.

"Kill!" A teenager burst out.

This burst of shouting made the other party react, and subconsciously slashed with a knife, and was narrowly avoided by the teenager who rushed up.

"Poof!"

Third-rate thorns emerge from the ground and stab into the vital point between their legs, you know.

Submerged in his internal organs, the third-rate warrior's face turned green.

The boy took the opportunity to slap his red face, and his whole head exploded like a watermelon.

"Hmph, with this bit of strength, you still dare to come to our Tianmen station?" The boy smiled proudly.

"Damn, I don't even have a chance to make a move." The teenagers on the other side were very upset.

"Shut up, there are still many enemies, kill me, don't make a noise next time." The screams of knives rang out.

"Yes, Master." The two teenagers shuddered at the same time and quickly disappeared into the fog.

Five inner door teenagers, Xiaohua, Broken Boss, Wang Daxia, eight people divided into four groups, and joined forces to attack and kill in pairs.

For the first time, Xiao Dao went all out, not only to use the Yin Mist to guide and confuse the enemy, but also to guide the four teams of inner disciples to find a route to kill and avoid multiple enemies.

Only the boss quickly judged that the master's kind of earth thorn sneak attack assistance, he could see it, but it was much stronger than at the beginning, and the other teenagers thought they were powerful, and they could easily kill the enemy, if it weren't for the master's order, the two of them must join forces, and it is estimated that they would have swelled separately and killed each other.

But even so, they still work hard.

Because the master said that this Dacheng Blood Sand Palm, as well as the third-rate strength, are all prepaid, only the top three with the most kills and the best performance can be mastered permanently, and others will deprive Dacheng Blood Sand Palm afterwards.

So in a short period of time, more than twenty third-rate martial artists were killed in the yin fog, which was a quarter of the third-rate martial artists.

The four squads traveled around, killing and lonely, but there were still some third-rate martial artists who were very cautious, leaning on each other, and moving forward carefully, even if the knife was not able to separate them for a while, this did not include the strong-willed ones in the third-rate, so that the inducement effect of his yin mist was sharply reduced, but fortunately, there were not many such martial artists, less than ten people.

The real trouble is the three second-rate, they are on guard, the yin fog can only affect their vision, and the inducement effect is better than nothing.

What's even worse is that these three are still together and not separated.

As for the one who is first-class? At this time, he is still outside the fog, and he approaches it in slow motion.

Even so, time is limited!

After barely getting used to the multi-line control, he didn't start his hands, and the dirt on the ground poured out, forming a puppet.

Skill: Earth Golem, Third Rate, Blood: 10.

Skill, Skin-Painting! Blood: 1.

Dressed in human skin and with skills, this puppet was transformed into a third-rate martial artist.

"Who?" A burst of cheers rang out.

"Who are you?" The golem shouted with a knife.

"Hey, it's you, that week or something?" The two of them were overjoyed and immediately approached.

Although we have only worked together for a few days, and we can't remember all the names, we all know each other and know that they are our own people.

At this time, what could be happier than seeing one's own people?

"This fog is weird, let's not separate." One of them was busy.

"Let's have our backs against each other, and guard against sneak attacks from behind." Xiao Dao Dao immediately won the approval of the other two.

Without hesitation, the three of them leaned their backs together and moved slowly in a frequency shape.

Poof!

An arm came out of the back of the knife, and it stabbed directly into the back of his companion's heart, piercing the heart from behind.

He didn't stop, and immediately stabbed at another person.

"Isn't that right? Who are you. “