The diversion is fixed, and everyone has their own thoughts. Although he was jealous of Wang Mu's profits, no one acted rashly.

At this moment, I saw that a different number of colored fog clouds floated out of everyone's body, and the fog transformed into various forms in the blink of an eye.

There are people, demons, and plants, Fang Xiaoda's one is very special, it is a wooden fish!

"It's really funny!"

Wang Mu grinned, feeling sad.

This time in the spirit pool, he was actually very low-key. Except for the black spirit crystal, he didn't do anything the whole time. Most of the colored mist actively burrowed into his body, and he felt innocent.

Everyone saw that there were nine fog masses floating out of Wang Mu's body, not to mention the different colors, and it looked like they were obviously in a group.

The mist condensed, and the wooden fish on Fang Xiaoda's head actually said in a human voice: "The battle for Taoism, I have never participated in it." ”

Fang Xiaoda's color changed in shock, and his jaw was about to fall.

"What are you looking at!"

The wooden fish shook for a moment, as if the other party Xiaoda was surprised and dissatisfied.

"If it weren't for the fact that other people were too rubbish, I wouldn't have chosen you as a piece of rubbish..."

Above Zhou Jianxing's head was a hyena-shaped mist, and he said in a weird manner: "You are so optimistic about this kid? ”

The eight fog masses on Wang Mu's side were silent, and they circled around to protect Wang Mu inside.

The villain on Yang Yunchao's head said loudly: "Since you are stubborn, then let's warm up!" ”

"Kill that kid and you'll get all of our gifts."

As soon as the peony-shaped mist on Yin Xue's head fell, Yin Xue felt as if the martial spirit was about to jump out of the sea of knowledge, completely turning the virtual into reality!

"That's right, we can help you wait for the martial soul to condense and reach the light of heaven!"

Everyone's faces turned pale, although they didn't know where these fog condensed came from, they seemed to really have the ability to help them improve their cultivation, and the feeling of the martial soul turning from virtual to real couldn't be wrong.

During the light period, Selangor's top strength is reached, and countless warriors can't ask for it in their lives.

For most people, even if they want to deceive their teachers and destroy their ancestors, I am afraid that many people will be tempted. At the moment, don't talk about Wang Mu's identity as the captain of the team, so what's the harm if you just give up the domain realm competition?

Big guy in the light period, where to go in Selangor!

Seeing that the situation was not good, Wang Mu raised his hand like a player and threw a reconnaissance at the fog, but found nothing. The pupils shrank, and the dark passage was dangerous.

"Is this superior strength, or is it something else?"

Nangong Douwu's mist was a sword, floating above Nangong's head at the moment, looking like it was sweeping the array for Wang Mu.

And although Yang Xiaoqing was in front of Wang Mu, her throne, which was condensed by the largest black mist in the audience, did not move with her.

"I don't participate, the winner gets my true inheritance!"

The throne hesitated and approached Yang Xiaoqing, "Don't participate, I'll help you succeed." ”

Yang Xiaoqing didn't even look at the throne, took out a dagger and said loudly: "You don't need to say much, I'm not rare..."

The throne was silent, and Yang Xiaoqing suddenly felt that her body was out of control, and moved directly from Wang Mu's side.

"Wang Mu!"

Yang Xiaoqing's eyes widened angrily, "Let go of me!" ”

"Silence, don't say much!" The throne whispered and fell silent.

Yang Xiaoqing struggled for a long time, but he couldn't move a bit, shouting for the fog to give him back his freedom.

Wang Mu's face was calm, and he hugged his fist to the throne and said, "Please also ask the seniors to keep her safe!" ”

"She's fine, you still care about yourself..."

As soon as the words fell, all the other fog masses pressed towards Wang Mu, and at the same time released their coercion! Wang Mu felt his heart shrink, and suddenly it seemed to stop beating.

At this moment, the nine fog masses around him shook in the air, and Wang Mu's pressure was greatly reduced.

The largest of the nine fog masses is a peak-like fog mass. The black summit is dotted with mottled red dots, and at the foot of the mountain is the yellow earth.

Wang Mu clenched his fists and asked, "Senior, but the three-colored mist you encountered before?" ”

"Fog? Hehe, sort of. Be careful yourself, we can only block the 'fog' in your mouth! ”

Looking at the wolf-like eyes of Yang Yunchao and others, Wang Mu secretly gritted his teeth.

"Made, this is really the target of everyone..."

Fang Xiaoda looked at Fang Da, who also had a cloudy face, and said in a low voice, "I'll just say that colored mist is not a good thing, right?" You see, this time Wang Mu is in ruins..."

"Won't die?"

Wang Mu was stunned, in the past, the word death was often included in the conditions for mission failure, but this time there was none.

"It turns out that these mist are all fragments of the martial soul of the strong, no wonder that Mu Yu said what kind of Taoist dispute.

Do you choose a successor collectively?

I'm afraid it's not that simple, I guess there should be a deep-seated reason! ”

Wang Mu was confused, it stands to reason that these deceased bigwigs should be like opening a mountain gate to recruit disciples, and let the warriors do a few battles first.

The iron-headed babies don't show their hands, how can these remnant souls know if they are suitable for their own exercises?

Even if I've seen it in the valley before, it's only scratching the surface.

By the way, it should be that the remnant soul can't attack us directly for some reason, so it encourages us to fight each other.

These old monsters are very bad!

Boom!

In the blink of an eye, the condensed fog escalated from a confrontation to a battle. After each collision, a small colored fog will form in midair. The small mist passed through the barrier unhindered, and then randomly burrowed into the body of the warrior outside the column battlefield.

A dark blue mist entered his body, and Yi Yun's body trembled for a moment, and then it looked as if he had entered a state of epiphany.

Yu Tianchen led the other Aoki Sect members and protected him in the middle, while paying attention to the situation inside the column.

At the moment, except for the three people from the Aoki Sect, the three high-level forces have a total of ten people and fifteen fog masses.

On the Aoki Sect's side, Yang Xiaoqing and Nangong Douwu each have one each, and it seems that Yang Xiaoqing's fog has no intention of helping Wang Mu. Whether it was the number of people or the number of fog masses, the Aoki Sect was at a disadvantage at the moment.

"Wang Mu, no wonder me!"

The Zhou family took the lead in attacking, and three folding fans appeared in the sky. With the flickering of the folding fan, a tiger, a cheetah, and a snake attacked Wang Mu from three angles.

At the same time, the two pairs of Taoist couples of the Hehuan Sect also showed their martial soul phantoms, and the mud monster, lotus flower, and a pair of companion mandarin ducks appeared.

"Made, is this Monster Story?!"

Wang Mu's heart sank, and his eyelids jumped wildly.

Xu Ruyun suddenly dodged out and attacked Nangong Douwu.

"You're looking for death?" Nangong Douwu's face turned red with anger.

Xu Ruyun retreated as soon as he struck, Nangong Douwu did not pursue, and was wary of the two Lianhaicheng brothers who did not move.

(End of chapter)

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