"It's coming. Jian Que clenched the long sword in his hand, got up and walked to Mo Chen's side and reminded softly.

Just as the two of them were concentrating on vigilance, the surrounding fog began to converge violently towards the place where the two of them were, and the fog, which was originally just as thin as cooking smoke, became terrifyingly thick in the blink of an eye.

In an instant, the two of them seemed to have fallen into the zenith clouds, and their eyes could only see a kilometer in front of them.

In the thick fog, Mo Chen and Jian were not on guard, and the surrounding fog surrounded the two of them very abnormally, and the illusory figures of the Dao Dao fluctuated in it, which was terrifying.

"So it's a mystery!" Mo Chen snorted coldly, and then the ink sword was raised, and the powerful inner yuan in his body was raised, and a sword swept out with sword qi, instantly cutting a hole in the thick mist.

Looking down the opening, a vermilion iron gate quietly appeared, standing ten meters in front of the two of them.

"Boy, you've got this seat excited. The sound inside the door suddenly stirred violently, and in the blink of an eye, a giant condensed by the fog appeared in front of him, and then the giant roared silently and smashed down with a punch.

The fist fell, stirring up bursts of white mist, and faintly, the sound of the sword sounded, the sword was holding a long sword, and the sword blade was extremely fast, and it actually cut the fog giant into dozens of pieces in the blink of an eye.

"What a fast sword" Mo Chen stood aside, watching the sword dance in Jian Que's hand, and couldn't help but admire. It seems that he fought with him that day, and it didn't seem that he gave his full strength.

"Haha, it's just a small skill, I'll stop him here, you can go straight to the 'Eight Yin Sky Protection', and the entrance to the monster's lair is in it. Jian Que let out a long laugh, and then stepped out of his sword and went straight to the vermilion iron gate.

"Leave it to me, you can rest assured. Mo Chen nodded in response, and then his figure flashed around the strange iron gate and ran straight towards the eight-pole flag.

At this moment, an angry voice sounded inside the iron gate: "It's up to the two of you to step down from this seat!"

As soon as the words fell, I heard a loud noise, the vermilion iron door slowly opened, and a terrifying and evil force swept out, and immediately blocked the sword in place, and then a pale figure walked out of the door, it was the white-clothed strange man that Mochen saw that day.

The power of the yin and evil swept out, in addition to forcing the sword to retreat, it also attacked the ink dust directly. Mo Chen didn't look back, just stretched out his hand a little, and a mighty qi shot out from his fingertips, directly canceling out the incoming ghost qi.

"Huh?" the white-clothed stranger snorted, but he couldn't stop Mochen anymore, so he could only watch him run into the lake and drown his body.

"Hahaha, Yin Eighteen, I didn't expect you to miss one day. Jian Que stood aside with his sword in his hand and said with a laugh.

"It's just that he didn't notice it for a while, and he just took advantage of the loophole, and when he entered the Eight Yin Heavenly Protection, he still couldn't escape death. The white-clothed strange man named Yin Eighteen snorted coldly, and then turned to face Jian Que.

"Over the years, you've been tirelessly challenging me, and I don't know if to say you're obsessed or stupid. ”

Jian Que waved the long sword in his hand and said coldly: "Whether it is stupid or persistent, it is just some inconsequential things, and my purpose has never changed." ”

"A wasted person, but he is full of big words, but it's a pity that you can't even win my clone, but you still want to draw a sword against this seat?" Yin Eighteen said with a cruel smile, and then he took out a pitch-black chain from his sleeve and waved it in the air a few times, bringing gusts of yin wind.

"Hundred ghosts walk at night!" Yin Eighteen shouted, and the chains quickly slammed the ground in front of him, indicating that the killing move was sacrificed.

As soon as the words fell, I saw that a hundred ghosts suddenly appeared in the place where the chains had been whipped, and the yin qi was pressing, and when the hundreds of ghosts appeared, they immediately howled and slaughtered the sword.

"This trick of a hundred ghosts walking at night is a barrier that you have been insurmountable for decades. Yin Eighteen sneered, he looked at the hundred ghosts fiercely, and soon drowned the sword.

"Really?" A rhetorical question, with a scream, I saw that the sword was missing and did not move, and the long sword in his hand fell down again and again, and where the sword blade slashed, the hundred ghosts were suddenly shattered.

As the hundred ghosts disappeared, the yin energy on the top of the mountain shot out, and the entire mountain top was able to see the light of day.

Yin Eighteen watched the hundred ghosts disappear, and was immediately stunned on the spot, "How is it possible, you have never supported this move before, how can it be?" he roared loudly.

With a flick of the long sword in Jian Que's hand, the blade of the sword pierced through the void, bringing a burning sensation.

"What kind of sword is this? How can it have the power of heavenly fire?" Yin Eighteen's eyes condensed, looking at the long sword in Jian Que's hand, the sword was the sword of mortal iron, and it was no different from the countless long swords that had been broken by his own hands before, but today, the sword was missing this one in his hand, and there was actually a trace of the power of heavenly fire in one move.

"I don't know why, maybe God has eyes and wants me to take you. Jian Que looked at Yin Eighteen with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

As early as before climbing the mountain, Jian Que asked Mo Chen on the way to smear two drops of heavenly marrow on his sword. The marrow of the dripping sky is taken from the mysterious cloud scorching sky, and the cloud scorching sky dome is filled with endless heavenly fires that burn day and night.

Therefore, the Heavenly Essence Drop that was bred in the Cloud Scorching Sky Dome was naturally indispensable to the Heavenly Fire Breath, which was why no one objected when Mo Chen lied that the Heavenly Essence could break the Soul Puppet's Void Rune before.

After all, the world knows that Tianhuo is the nemesis of all evil demons in the world, and no one will doubt that there will be anything strange in this.

"No, there seems to be something smeared on the blade of this sword. "Yin Eighteen's eyes are very good, and he can already see the clues just by looking at it a little.

But before he could react, Jian Que had already killed him in front of him.

"The sword turns to the heavenly river!" shouted violently, and the sword lack sword momentum was stimulated, which actually caused the fog that had been scattered around to move again, and the fog condensed again in an instant, only this time it was condensed on the long sword to form a cloud qi Tianhe, and then the sword was lacking in the sword to control the qi, and the rumbling slaughtered to the yin eighteen.

"Delusional!" Yin Eighteen waved the chain in his hand, carrying a strong Yin evil entanglement towards the attacking sword, only to hear a ding, the pitch-black chain went straight through the Broken Cloud River, and the sword blade in it slammed into each other.

Where the blade and the chain collided, a powerful force erupted in an instant, and then exploded. The scene suddenly flew with rocks and clouds. The extreme confrontation between the two was that the entire mountaintop fog was completely cleared.

"Poof!" the sword spat blood, and its figure flew upside down, crashing straight into a boulder. Yin Eighteen is body is not moving, standing firmly in place, but the originally obvious body has begun to become a little transparent at this time.

"Hahaha. Jian Que lay on the ground and laughed miserably. He had already seen that the Yin Eighteen Ghost was unstable, and his sword had already inflicted a heavy blow on him.

"It's good, it's good to be able to hurt me so far. Yin Eighteen looked at the sword that was lying on the ground, and said coldly, "It's a pity that your sword has lost that power." ”