The ghostly Daxing City seems to be a nightmare with no way out, and the demonic fog completely submerges people, not only the visibility of the line of sight is extremely low, but also the divine consciousness is isolated within a few zhang.

The monks of Yunzhou are like lost lambs, moving along the daze in the fog, walking for less than half an hour, not only did they not find any living creatures, but the ground is flat, the corpses are not seen, it is rumored that Daxing City, which devoured hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers, did not leave any clues, which is really weird.

However, at this moment, Mo Wentian and Yu Jun Zhenren, who were walking in front, both stopped, their eyes glancing at each other in the dark, and their eyes showed a vigilant look.

In the dark, there was a bad feeling in the hearts of the two of them, it seemed that in the darkness filled with ghost fog, there was a pair of eyes staring coldly, it was not a pair of human eyes, staring at by those eyes, as if they had become its prey, if it were not for the strong divine consciousness of the two of them, there would be no such feeling at all.

Seeing that the two of them suddenly stopped, and their expressions were extremely solemn, all the monks did not know why, after a while, the head of the Danqing Sect seemed to sense that something was wrong, and scolded coldly: "What kind of person is sneaky? Why don't you come out soon? ”

As if in response to his words, in the otherwise dead and quiet darkness, there was a sudden rustling sound, and four hideous snake heads poked out of the dark room, spitting scarlet letters, making a chilling sizzling sound.

"A fifth-order Golden Arrow Horned Python?" The monks' expressions suddenly changed drastically. But before they could react, the golden arrow horned python bounced up from the ground one after another, as if it was a sharp arrow with a strong crossbow, and several golden streamers flashed in the darkness. And what is terrifying is that the power of every golden light is enough to be worthy of the power of a medium-grade magic weapon.

Suddenly, a miserable scream pierced the dead silence, and an inner disciple of the Ascending Immortal Gate fell to the ground, breaking a bloody hole at the mouth of the mouth, and his heart was already gone.

The Golden Arrow Horned Python can be turned into a golden arrow. Although the attack method is single, it is as fast as lightning, so that people have no way to prevent it, and they are designed to devour people's hearts. It can be described as a cruel and cunning demon beast, if it is domesticated by a monk and becomes a spirit beast, it can be regarded as a spiritual magic weapon.

The monks were immediately horrified, some of them sacrificed their magic weapons, and some of them cast spells. Even some of them released talismans and attacked overwhelmingly, although the fifth-order Golden Arrow Horned Python was very powerful, and it was not weaker than the monks in the late stage of foundation building. But fortunately, the monks of all sects are not only strong, but also rely on a large number of people. Without Mo Wentian and Yujun Zhenren's shot, they easily killed the four golden arrow horned pythons.

But what's strange is that. The four golden arrow horned pythons shattered the body, only turned into mist and disappeared into the air, leaving no blood and corpses behind, and the ground was as clean as before.

But the attack of the demon beast was only the beginning, at the same time as the golden arrow horned python disappeared, there were bursts of howls in the black mist, and eight fifth-order thorn blood pigs rushed out of the black mist, as if they were well-trained soldiers, neatly lined up, and the impact came like a sea of mountains.

The thorn blood pig was full of barbs, each barb seemed to be a spear, and its power was almost not inferior to a low-grade magic weapon, if eight thorn blood pigs lined up in a queue and ran over it on a rampage, it was simply unstoppable, even the monks who built the foundation of the Great Perfection were a little tired of coping.

The two inner disciples of the Ascension Immortal Sect, as well as an elder of the Fallen Sect, couldn't resist it, and the three of them let out a terrible scream almost at the same time, and they were stabbed into a sieve by the thorn blood pig, and the blood suddenly gushed out, and the death was extremely miserable. …,

Yujun Zhenren's expression was solemn, and suddenly he patted the treasure bag on his waist, and a thunderclap suddenly sounded in the sky, and a glittering purple sword broke through the fog, and the thunder and lightning wrapped around it were thick at the wrist, and in the sneering sound, the sparks of thunder and lightning burst into a dazzling light.

Under the infusion of mana, the thunder and lightning above slashed around, and the wild sword qi rushed away with an incomparable momentum, and the six thorny blood pigs were scattered invisible, while the other two were affected by the sword qi, and they all let out a terrible howl, but they were already injured.

Yujun Zhenren snorted lightly with a cold expression, waved his sleeves and grabbed the sword in his hand, and the purple blade was entwined with electricity, making a sharp whining sound, which contained the power of destroying the world and destroying the earth.

Seeing that Yujun Zhenren was so powerful, the monks easily killed the six fifth-order thorn blood pigs with only one blow, and immediately cheered, sacrificed their magic weapons one after another, and continued to attack the other two thorn blood pigs.

Mo Wentian's expression was astonished, staring at the sword that could instantly send thunder and lightning, and he secretly measured it, only to feel that even if it was himself, it was difficult to resist the power of the thunder and lightning, and he shouted softly: "What a powerful power? Isn't this thunder sword a top-grade magic weapon? ”

"Not really!" Yujun Zhenren shook his head lightly and said: "This sword is called the Thunder Sword, but it is a half-finished product of a top-grade magic weapon, but its power is infinitely close to a high-grade magic weapon. ”

Mo Wentian nodded silently, but he was envious in his heart, his Tiankun sword box was already complete with eight swords, but it was inferior to the sword of the thunder genus and the genus, as long as the ten swords were complete, the Tiankun sword box could be completed and become a more powerful magic weapon.

It's just that the sword of the thunder genus, because the materials of the refining weapon are too rare, and there are almost no monks who can cultivate the thunder genus exercises, so it is really rare in the cultivation world, Mo Wentian has been searching for this sword for five or six years, but he has not gotten any news, but he did not expect that Yujun Zhenren has the thunder sword of the thunder genus, and when the crisis in front of him passes, he must find a way to ask her to change this sword.

If it is someone else who is still easy to say, he will tear his face and ask for it, but Yujun Zhenren is different, if it is her indispensable magic weapon, Mo Wentian can't ask for it, but as long as her spiritual root is not a thunder spirit root, Mo Wentian thinks that he can find a more valuable treasure, and when the time comes, he will also ask for the Thunder Sword.

Thinking of using insight to check the spiritual root of Yujun Zhenren, Mo Wentian suddenly thought that he had known Yujun Zhenren for more than ten years, but he only knew her title, but his real name was not known at all, and he suddenly wanted to know her name.

Speaking of this, Mo Wentian looked sideways and checked the information of Yujun's real person.

Name: Yuer Zheng

Sect: Wuji Gate

Position: Deputy Leader

Title: Yujun Zhenren

Linggen: Yes

Spirit Root Type: Thunder Spirit Root

Cultivation: Build the foundation of the Great Perfection

Shouyuan: 850 years

Mana: 1,300 mana

Divine Sense: Twenty-four miles

Zheng Yu'er? Thunderingen? Mo Wentian's expression couldn't help but be slightly stunned, after knowing the name of the real person of Dao Yujun, a faint gratification passed through his heart, but after checking her spiritual root genus, he was a little surprised.

In the rumors, only mortals who have both water and fire spirit roots, and they do not die because of the spirit root genus, the spirit root genus will mutate and become the thunder spirit root of the alien spirit root, but I didn't expect Yu Jun Zhenren to be the thunder spirit root, so the thunder sword is suitable in her hand, it can greatly exert the power of the sword, and display an attack that is not weaker than that of a high-grade magic weapon.

But at this moment, the two thorny blood pigs had been killed by the monks, but at this moment, there was a whistling sound in the black mist, and immediately sixteen fifth-order red flame tigers broke through the fog, as if they were behind the scenes, and stood in eight directions, trapping the monks in it, and their mouths spit out a flame of fire, and the scorching temperature seemed to ignite the air. …,

Mo Wentian sighed secretly in his heart, the number of demon beasts was already increasing, even he was deeply stressed, even if he sacrificed the Tiankun sword box, the eight swords each took one direction and turned into a fierce attack.

However, after the sixteen Red Flame Tigers dissipated and became invisible, there were thirty-two fifth-order ironclad lions, as if they were destroying everything in front of them, but in an instant, there was a more powerful existence that re-emerged, and it never ended.

After killing the thirty-two ironclad lions, including Ye Wuying, no one in the middle stage of foundation building could survive on the spot, but their corpses only existed on the ground for a moment, and then they immediately turned into mist and disappeared without a trace, which was weird and terrifying.

And the monk who continued to live was nervous and anxious, almost going crazy, and Mo Wentian's heart was also a little dazed, not knowing when Lu Dao would be able to get out of the illusion in front of him.

Sixty-four fifth-order wind wolves are almost a death battle related to the survival of several monks, and they are already in danger of surviving to the extreme, but fortunately, there are Mo Wentian and Yujun real people with strong mana, and the two of them almost compete with more than half of the demon beasts, and the six inner disciples of the Ascending Immortal Sect put out a two-yi four-elephant sword array, trapping more than ten fifth-order wind wolves in it, otherwise the result is really unpredictable.

Even so, Momiji Zhenren and Baihua Zhenren were killed on the spot, and the corpses immediately dissipated into mist and disappeared, but there were only twelve monks who could survive at this time.

But if it is according to the principle of multiplication of numbers, and there are hundreds of more fifth-order demon beasts besieging it, I am afraid that it will be difficult to resist, but fortunately, after the sixty-four wind wolves were defeated, it seems that the illusion has been broken, and those illusionized demon beasts will no longer continue to appear.

The monks suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, those demon beasts that kept emerging, as if they were never-ending nightmares, as long as they were defeated, they would condense into a more powerful existence, they didn't dare to stay here for a long time, they just hurriedly repaired their injuries, and they didn't even have time to recover their mana, so they continued to move forward in the direction guided by the road.

The road in front of you is already a choice, you can only continue to move forward, life and death depend on the destiny of heaven. (To be continued......)