"Boom la la ......"

Above the light shield formed by the giant boat formation, a large hole appeared, and yellow mist rolled and poured into the inside of the giant boat.

The two wisps of mist, which were originally inside the giant boat, turned into two and flew towards the terrified disciples.

Standing at the bow of the giant boat, Liu Qingtian, who was constantly injecting spiritual power, stopped this useless action with a miserable expression, and the black light on the surface of his body evaporated, and a powerful coercion of the Yudan realm emanated.

Looking at its momentum, it looks like it is undamaged.

"I don't want to die," a scream came out of the mouth of a genius disciple, and then it stopped abruptly, and the person instantly turned into a pile of mutilated white bones.

The fat man standing next to him, his bloated body, shot backwards into the distance at a speed beyond common sense.

However, these fog seemed to like flesh and blood very much, so they stared at the fat man, and the three wisps of fog actually turned in their own directions, and surrounded the fat man in the middle.

"Ladies and gentlemen, although I look fat, in fact there is very little flesh and blood, so you can let me go, poor fat man," the fat man's lips trembled and he made a sound.

Naturally, the mist ignored the fat man's nonsense, and shot towards this person at a rapid speed.

"Mother, I want to go home!"

The fat man roared as if he had killed a pig, and closed his eyes and waited to die.

Suddenly, there was a breeze in front of the fat man, and He Xiaoshi appeared in front of him, throwing the black stick with his right hand.

The black stick was like a spirit, emitting a brilliant black and red light, enveloping the two of them.

The yellow mist suddenly stopped in front of the black stick, and shot towards the other disciples a moment later.

The fat man, covered in sweat, opened his tiny eyes a small slit, and was deeply relieved to find that the terrible mist had disappeared.

Then, the fat man shuddered suddenly, and his whole body shook slightly, and the ground was suddenly wet with his sweat.

"Thank you, ugly brother, if it weren't for you, I would have to explain here," the fat man said as he looked at He Xiaoshi gratefully.

"Ah...... Oh my god, it's here again!"

When the fat man found that another wisp of mist was shooting towards him, he roared in surprise, and hugged He Xiaoshi without any scruples, and at the same time, two little short legs hung in the air and stuck on He Xiaoshi's body.

He Xiaoshi's knees were weak, and he was almost crushed to the ground by the other party, you can imagine the weight of this fat man, and then, he felt that he was wrapped in some kind of greasy around him, and he felt that he was having difficulty breathing.

He Xiaoshi rolled his eyes: "Come down."

"No, I'm afraid," the fat man half-hung on He Xiaoshi's body, shivering.

He Xiaoshi felt a chill in his heart, and said categorically: "If you dead fat man don't come down again, I will remove the black stick." ”

The fat man's body trembled, and he obediently got off He Xiaoshi's body, looking like a quail.

He Xiaoshi no longer paid attention to the fat man who was as timid as a mouse, and looked at the top of his head worriedly, and when he found that the entire light mask was on the verge of collapse, and the endless mist was frantically pouring in, a trace of imperceptible horror flashed in his eyes.

There was a "click", and He Xiaoshi's feet shook.

The black giant ship is also facing a collapse.

"If you are surrounded by this thing, even if you have a black stick in your hand, I am afraid that you will die without a place to bury, how should this be?"

He Xiaoshi's eyes flashed slightly, and he kept thinking in his heart.

Liu Qingtian, who was not far away, didn't know what means he used, the formation light shield of the giant boat was completely close to his body, his face was ugly and he looked at the yellow mist surrounded by evil ghosts, his eyes flickered, and he kept thinking about something.

In just a few breaths, three genius disciples and five deacon disciples who had participated in the big sum had already lost their lives.

"Here, there's this damn thing on all sides, what are we going to do?"

"Do you really want to die in this place?

Looking at the yellow mist that fell overhead like a dark cloud, the disciples felt like watching the sky shatter, and they almost lost any will to resist.

Just when the entire disciples of the Barbarian Ghost Sect who participated in the Great Competition were facing the danger of total annihilation, a bright electric light suddenly flashed in the yellow mist above their heads.

Then, countless electric lights like gossamers shuttled through the mist.

A deep but ethereal coercion emerged.

Within the yellow mist, there was a screaming sound that made the scalp tingle.

Liu Qingtian, who was originally going to apply oil to the soles of his feet, saw this, his eyes lit up slightly, and he muttered to himself: "Could it be the Tianmen Mirror?"

As soon as his words fell, the countless electric wires that wandered in the large mist, all of them swam away in the direction of the center of the mist, and in just an instant, they turned into a huge lightning bolt the thickness of a water tank, like a real dragon circling.

The lightning was as bright as a mirror, without the slightest impurity, and seemed to be extremely calm, but it also seemed to contain a destructive power that made people's hearts palpitate.

Around the lightning bolt is a tree-like wire that stretches to the end of the mist!

The tumbling yellow haze suddenly stopped as if it had frozen.

There was a "bang", and there was a thunderclap on the ground, followed by a huge continuous and huge burning sound.

Then there was a "boom", and the lightning like a real dragon exploded.

Endless yellow mist, exploded lightning, split in two.

In the middle of the mist, a huge gap was torn, and the clear sky light shot down from it.

The liquid of the demonic face spilled down from the middle of the cracked yellow mist, and countless hideous screams like demons sounded with it.

A white-clad figure who seemed to attract all the light descended from the cracked gap, holding a light mirror that kept moving with electric wire.

The light mirror shook at everyone on the giant boat, and suddenly endless light enveloped the entire giant boat.

The next moment, everyone just disappeared in place!

The figure glanced up at the yellow mist that was about to close, snorted coldly, and with a pause at his feet, a huge leaf shining with clear light appeared at its feet.

The sound of "walking" began to come out of this figure, and it turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared, leaving only a pinch of black ashes, which drifted away.

The yellow mist gradually bridged, and then completely enveloped the black ship.

Silently, the black ship vanished.

Inside the yellow mist, there was a sigh that seemed to be nothing, and then drifted gently into the distance.

After it floated a distance of five zhang, it gradually transformed into an incomparably white cloud, and its edge was coated with a layer of golden light floating under the blue sky.

Floating, floating, I don't know where this terrible thing is going......

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He Xiaoshi had to close his eyes, because there was nothing in front of him except absolute light.

The next moment, his eyes suddenly lit up, and when he looked closely, he found himself standing on a huge flying boat that was almost transparent.

The blue sky overhead, the white clouds under the feet, the occasional unknown demon bird flew by, and the crisp chirping sound echoed around for a long time.

All this made He Xiaoshi feel that the mist just now was just a dream of Nan Ke.

However, it must not be a dream, because beside him, there were the six surviving genius disciples, and the two deacon disciples, who were looking around with blank faces.

Only Liu Qingtian had a thoughtful look on his face.

An ethereal but substantial coercion suddenly appeared, and the disciples of the Barbarian Ghost Sect couldn't help but retreat one after another, making way for them.

The old man in white stood in front of Liu Qingtian, his eyes were indifferent, and his breath was like a fairy.

The corners of Liu Qingtian's mouth twitched slightly, and after hesitating for a moment, he saluted the other party like a junior.

He Xiaoshi, who was standing behind everyone, couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart after seeing Liu Qingtian like this, judging from the aura exuded by this old man, the realm was only one line higher than Liu Qingtian, but Liu Qingtian would face the other party with such a posture.

Could it be that the other party has any special identity?

Or maybe this old man in white has some kind of great supernatural power, otherwise, he would not have rescued them from the strange and terrifying yellow mist.

Xia Han and the blond-haired young man standing in front of everyone obviously had a guess about the identity of the old man in white, because their eyes were extremely hot when they looked at each other.

Just when He Xiaoshi was puzzled, the cold voice of the old man in white sounded without emotion: "Liu Daoyou, the deity sees that your breath is solid, your eyes are clear, your breathing is steady, and you are clearly not injured in the slightest, when you face that devil fog, I am afraid that you have another thought in your heart, right?" As an elder of the sect, is it inappropriate to act like this?"

The old man in white did not mean to give Liu Qingtian the slightest face, and the voice of this language could be said to be extremely loud.

When the disciples of the Barbarian Ghost Sect heard this, they looked at Liu Qingtian's gaze, and suddenly felt a little more disdainful and disgusted.

Two blushes appeared on Liu Qingtian's face, and a trace of annoyance flashed in his eyes, but he lowered his head without any excuse.

The old man in white didn't seem to see Liu Qingtian's reaction, and continued to say lightly: "My Heavenly Gate is only responsible for maintaining peace in the world, and the deity happened to encounter you and others when passing by here, so I made a move, but the affairs of your sect have nothing to do with the deity, but if you act like this, all your bloodlines will not enter the Heavenly Gate from now on."

Liu Qingtian's body trembled, and he looked at the old man in white with a hideous face, and after seeing the other party's eyes, he said in a slightly trembling voice: "Yes, Lord Messenger." ”

The old man in white nodded indifferently, took a step forward, and stretched out his hand to put his hand on Liu Qingtian's shoulder.

The next moment, the old man in white was shining brightly.

A coercion that belonged to the category of the knot pill but completely overwhelmed the knot pill suddenly emanated.

Liu Qingtian's breath was sluggish for a while.

The aura of the old man in white was a few points stronger.

After sensing the undisguised coercion exuded by the old man in white, He Xiaoshi truly understood the reason why Liu Qingtian was so humble.

The golden pill made by the old man in white is still faintly above the heavenly product!

With such a cultivation, it is no wonder that Liu Qingtian will succumb.

After three or four breaths, the old man in white put down his right hand on Liu Qingtian's shoulder, and his breathing became slightly heavy, as if he was enjoying it incomparably.

On the other hand, Liu Qingtian, who originally had the aura of the middle realm of the Jiedan, turned straight down, and if he sensed it carefully, he would find that his cultivation had fallen directly to the early stage of the Jiedan!

Liu Qingtian's lips trembled and he looked at the old man in white, and a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes.

Decades of cultivation were once deprived, and the hatred in Liu Qingtian's heart could no longer be suppressed.