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The white mist is thick,

Blocking almost all sight and thoughts,

The skull was hiding less than three feet in the white mist, observing Song Xiaojian,

But

He didn't expect that,

Song Xiaojian's innate primordial spirit is not a vegetarian, although he can't see through the entire white mist, but he can penetrate two or three zhang.

So

In the white mist, the things within two or three zhang are nothing to hide in his divine thoughts.

The skull only entered the position of three feet of the white mist, and stopped where to observe Song Xiaojian, how could it not be swept away by Song Xiaojian's divine thoughts?

Pretending not to find the peep of the skull,

Song Xiaojian yawned lazily a few times,

Leaned against the tree and fell asleep,

The snoring sounded,

snot bubbles up,

Saliva from the corners of the mouth flowed down the stream,

The skull hides in the white mist,

Looking at this scene,

Silky blue light came out of its head,

The ghost fire in his eyes jumped up and down,

It seems that the mood fluctuates violently,

Do it?

Or hands-off?

That's a real problem!

The skull is thinking with its pitiful little brain at this time,

Just now it was the hand that took advantage of the nasty creature in front of him while he was sleeping,

But

This hateful guy actually faked sleeping, so that his sneak attack fell into the air,

And now,

This hateful guy actually wants to use this trick to lure him into being fooled,

So will he still be fooled?

It turns out that

Chances are!

Seeing that guy slept soundly,

The skull could barely control it and rushed out again,

But

And it worries,

Worried that this is another trap,

This worry made him hesitate again,

So

Time flew by in its hesitation......

I don't know how long it has been,

Song Xiaojian yawned, stretched his waist, and woke up,

"I slept so comfortably this night......"

Hearing this,

Skull and eyes are wild,

Hemp eggs,

Is this damn guy really sleeping?

I knew it earlier...... I knew it earlier, and I just ......

The skull head had countless expressions of regret, his eyes shrank, and he stared at Song Xiaojian motionlessly,

Song Xiaojian didn't seem to know this,

"When you wake up, it's time for breakfast......"

Saying,

I don't know if he did it on purpose, or if it was a coincidence,

Take a few steps,

Just walked right in front of the skull hiding,

Put your hand on the white mist,

"Eat marshmallows......"

A bloody mouth drilled out of his palm, and he sucked at those thick white mist,

The moment the big mouth appeared,

In Song Xiaojian's divine thoughts, he saw the skull and flew quickly,

As if he had encountered something terrible, in the blink of an eye, he withdrew from the range of his divine thoughts and disappeared.

Well?

His brow furrowed,

This is...... What's going on?

Don't......

At this moment,

A faint realization rose in his heart,

Or, after he came in,

was not swallowed by the white fog immediately, it is likely to have something to do with Xiao'er,

Thinking back to those corpses I encountered before,

The body is intact, but the primordial spirit is gone,

Could it be ......

…………

The words are divided into two ends,

In a desolate town,

Thunderstorms,

The ordinary hunters who were transferred by Song Xiaojian were all awakened by the thunderstorm,

"Thank you to the immortals for your protection......"

"Thank God for......"

"Thank God for blessing ......"

"Thank you to the eighteenth generation of ancestors......"

These people came out of their houses,

And they found that the house in which they lived was not in its place, but had been moved to the mountain by the immortals.

And their original town,

At this time,

is being overwhelmed by the thunder in the sky,

Although they don't know what's going on,

But

They know that

Whatever happens, it's not something they can participate in.

The immortals were merciful and moved them all, which is tantamount to saving them all.

Those women, when they saw the thunderstorm in the sky, were so frightened that their faces were bloodless, and they knelt on the ground, and kept kowtowing, and thanked the gods and Buddhas in their mouths.

The children were also pulled to their knees,

Ding Ye sat on the edge of the Wanluo Spirit Devouring Mirror,

His eyes swept over the hunters, and he nodded secretly in his heart,

This kid is still a bit of a brain, and he knows that if he doesn't hurt the innocent, he will remove the ordinary people first.

From one small clue one can see what is coming

From these little things, he can see that Song Xiaojian's personality is not like some arrogant 'geniuses', who disregard the lives of ordinary people......

Thinking of this,

Ding Ye sighed secretly,

I don't know if this guy can still get out of the mirror,

To that man's words,

Ding Ye is not unbelieving,

But

The man once said, if you go inside, the gods can't save you, that kid......

Alas......

Ding Ye sighed again,

Time passes,

The black clouds in the sky are thinning, and the punishment of heaven is weakening,

That great array of the soul clan,

It has long been split into ashes, and there is nothing left,

Even the land within a radius of ten miles around the Great Array disappeared,

There is only a pit thousands of miles deep,

side by side with the big pit dug by Song Xiaojian before,

The thunderstorm gradually stopped,

The sky is getting brighter,

Groundwater gushes out, slowly filling two large pits,

Ding Ye saw the Wanluo Spirit Devouring Mirror that was still shrouded in white mist, and sighed again imperceptibly,

Big hand wave,

space slightly distorted,

The next moment,

The location of Ding Ye, along with the mirror, disappeared from sight,

…………

mirror space,

Moyun Cave,

The little one is still eating marshmallows,

Song Xiaojian yawned boredly,

At his side,

In the thick white mist,

The skull reappeared not far from him,

The ghost fire in his eyes kept exploding,

It can be seen that

It hated Song Xiaojian's behavior of devouring the white mist very much,

But he seemed to be a little afraid of Song Xiaojian and didn't dare to approach.

But

I don't know what the reason is, so that while gritting its teeth at Song Xiaojian, it kept looking into the depths of the mist, and a trace of fear flashed in its eyes,

All of this was seen by Song Xiaojian,

A question mark rose from his head,

Could it be ...... In this mirrored space, there are secrets?

Just when he was stunned,

But the skull moved,

Call......

The skull carries a strong wind,

His teeth shone coldly

Straight to Song Xiaojian,

……

Belch......

All right

The picture is very weird,

At that moment, it was as if it had become some kind of canine,

Actually, the skull doesn't want to either.

Don't look at it to be able to enter and exit the white fog freely,

In fact

My family knows my own affairs,

In the mirrored space,

It's not the original owner.

Something like that spews ghost fire,

is one of its few means of attack,

In addition to mobilizing the white mist, there are only ghostfire and physical attacks left.

In fact

The ghostly fire that spews out,

It is a secret method of the soul clan, which ignites when the living person touches it, and also specializes in burning the soul of the primordial spirit.

Cauterization is only a means, and absorbing the special energy formed after the cauterization of the soul spirit is the goal.

That's how the hell fire grows itself,

But

This kind of attack seems to have no effect at all in Song Xiaojian's place.

before

It struck once,

The ghost fire also touched Song Xiaojian's hand,

But

The moment the ghost fire is touched, it is extinguished,

There is not a single spark left,

Let the skull lose a lot,

Every time it spews out a breath of ghost fire, if it can't take it back, its strength will decrease.

I bite!

I'll bite again!

I still bite!

The skull surrounded Song Xiaojian, constantly trying to bite,

"Hehe, where did this little wild dog come from?"

Song Xiaojian's joking voice came,

Make the skull even more ghostly,

Click, click, click......

The chin opened and closed quickly, as if entering a state of madness,

"Haha, the little wild dog is crazy......"

Song Xiaojian just dodged,

There was no attack at this time,

But

But he has been secretly preparing,

Because

As soon as he appeared from the skull, he was secretly observing,

Over here

Very close to the fog area,

The skull can hide back at any time,

And his attack, once it enters the dense fog area, will be greatly reduced, and even the deeper it goes, the weaker the effect, and even no effect at all in the end.

Song Xiaojian did not forget,

It was the white mist that came out of the mirror that pulled him in,

By this time,

The skull hadn't controlled the fog to attack him,

When things go wrong, there must be demons,

The soul clan is weird, how can he not be guarded?

Dodging the bite of the skull,

Song Xiaojian seemed to be forced to move backwards,

Step by step, lure the skull away from the area where the white mist is thick,

Click, click, click......

The skull kept attacking with its teeth, not noticing that it was getting farther and farther away from the fog area,

suddenly

Song Xiaojian's eyes flashed,

Now is the time!

Wow~~

Hand up and down,

A brilliant brilliance flashed and passed,

The skull stopped in mid-air,

The ghost fire in his eyes is like a short-circuited wire, sparks are everywhere,

Click...... Bar...... Click......

Inertia made the chin open and close a few times,

And then......

And then there is,

The skull split in half and fell to the ground,

The ghost fire dissipated,

The cracked skull gradually turned into two pieces that were as black as charcoals,

And then ......

Belch......

Nothing happened,

Dense fog or dense fog,

He's still in the same place,

The expected collapse and ground cracking, the shattering of the mirror space did not happen,

It can be said that

Just now he cut off the skull,

It's like killing an ant, and it has no effect on the whole world,

"How so?"

Song Xiaojian was a little dumbfounded,

In his conjecture,

The death of the skull shouldn't be so easy.

Even if he used his hole cards and cut off the skull,

It won't be so easy to hang up, right?

Belch......

Having said that,

If the skull is hung, hang it,

But what about after hanging?

It's completely different from what he expected.

What's going on?

Song Xiaojian's two eyebrows were knotted, and he couldn't figure it out at all.

…………

Just when Song Xiaojian couldn't figure it out,

outside

Ding Ye can't figure it out,

Just after he cut off the skull,

The white mist around the Wanluo Spirit Devouring Mirror dissipated,

And then......

Belch......

There is no then,

The mirror lies there quietly,

There is no movement at all,

The kid didn't come out either,

Ahh

Ding Ye was soon dumbfounded,

Didn't the man say,

Is the white mist because the spirit of this mirror senses danger?

Why is it that now that the white fog is gone, but there is no shadow of that kid?

"Hey, the one who doesn't talk is a word, you come out and give an explanation......"

In the void,

The man frowned slightly, his fingers pinched, and countless images seemed to flash in his eyes.

It's been a long time,

The man sighed,

"That kid is fine, he's just a pseudo-weapon spirit who destroyed the Soul Clan's control of the Wanluo Spirit Devouring Mirror."

Pseudo-machine spirits?

Are there any counterfeit or shoddy machine spirits?

Ding Ye can't figure it out,

As a machine spirit, of course he knows one tool and one spirit, but he has never seen a fake and shoddy machine spirit.

But

forthwith

He put away the Wanluo Spirit Devouring Mirror, carved out the space, and left the desolate town.

He knows

Since that kid can destroy a pseudo-artifact spirit in the mirror, it means that the kid is not so easy to die,

The man said that Song boy has hole cards on him,

In fact, Ding Ye is not unaware,

Since Song Xiaozi built the foundation,

He felt this way,

I always feel that the things that Song boy built the foundation are not ordinary things,

In the beginning,

He thought it was prepared by that person for Song Boy,

But now it seems that

Not really,

It seems that the man can't see through Song Boy's foundation,

Thinking about this,

Ding Ye didn't bother thinking about brain cells anymore,

Cut out the space and came to Qinghu Mountain,

Drove into a secret cave,

"Old fox, how are you preparing?"

"Ready to ......"

Qingyangtian's expression was solemn,

"Blood is limited, we only have one chance, and besides, the other party is likely to perceive our search ......"

Use secret methods to search for the location of the owner of that drop of blood,

If the other party is just an ordinary person, it's okay to say,

But the other party is obviously not an ordinary person,

Qingyangtian has no bottom in his heart,

"It's okay, give it a try, if it doesn't work, I'll go to that person again to find a way, where should he still have ......"

Ding Ye's tone was much more relaxed,

"Hey, where's the little sword? Dingye, you didn't bring him? ”

Master Wunian didn't see Song Xiaojian, and asked,

"He's coming!"

Ding Ye took out the Wanluo Spirit Devouring Mirror, which had shrunk to the size of a palm,

"He's in this Wanluo Spirit Devouring Mirror......"

Hiss......

Whether it is Qingyangtian or Master Wunian, it is not that they have never heard of this mirror,

It is said that this mirror is a chaotic treasure, born in an unknown place in chaos,

On the battlefield of the Alien,

There have been several big wars,

have the figure of this mirror,

It can be said that

It has devoured many Terrans on foreign battlefields,

But

It seems that the soul clan will have to pay a huge price if they want to launch this chaos treasure with all their might,

It can be said that

He wounded a thousand enemies, and wounded eight hundred.

And

The fog of this Wanluo Spirit Devouring Mirror is so vivid and easy to recognize,

Later, after they were all familiar with the characteristics of this mirror, they were not fooled again.

"How...... Little Sword ...... He ......"

Master Wu Nian's voice was full of disbelief, and his eyes were staring at Ding Ye, expecting him to say 'no'......

"Don't worry, that kid is fine, he's alive inside......"

Ding Ye was also speechless, who let that person drop the chain at a critical moment?

"Ah, how is that possible? This Ten Thousand Soul Devourers ......"

"It was the man who said that if he dared to lie to me, I would make him look good......"

Ding Ye gritted his teeth and looked up at a certain direction in the void,

Belch......

All right

When I heard that it was the man who said,

Qingyang Tian and Master Wunian didn't ask any more,

Concentrate on checking the secret magic array,

The array disk is round and very large,

The diameter is about ten zhang, and countless runes flicker on it, not that there are colorful lights swimming in the array,

Central,

There's a crystal vial,

in a bottle,

It's that little jelly-like thing and those blue liquids,

Directly above the array,

It is the phantom of a giant continent, and there are countless small bubbles representing the secret realm floating around.

"Double-check and don't miss anything......"

"Yes!"

Qingyangtian's fox grandchildren, once again carefully inspected the match,

Ding Ye handed over the Wanluo Spirit Devouring Mirror to the old fox,

"Find a safe place to put it away, and let people stare at this mirror, maybe the kid will come out of it sometime......"

When he said this,

Ding Ye himself has little confidence,

Although the man said that Song Xiaozi killed a pseudo-artifact spirit in the mirror,

But where there is falsehood, there is truth,

When confronted with the True Spirit,

Can Song Boy still be so easy?

………………

Uh, well,

Ding Ye was right,

Song Xiaojian is indeed not so easy,

After destroying the skull,

After he found that there was no change in what he had imagined,

began to build roads in areas of dense fog,

Not bad

It's to build roads,

With a little bit of foodie attributes,

Open a road in an area of dense fog,

There are no years in the mirror,

He doesn't know how long it has been.

As the saying goes, walking at night for a long time is hitting ghosts,

I often walk by the river, how can I not get my shoes wet?

Song Xiaojian met a ghost......

belch

All right

It's not that I've met a ghost,

But I met something very disgusting,

"That boy, hurry up and spit out the uncle's fart......"

Vomit......

side

Song Xiaojian kept vomiting, almost spitting out bitter bile,

All right

Do not do not die,

Xiao Bu has always been interested in this snow-white marshmallow,

I don't know how much I ate, and I didn't get tired of eating at all.

Let Song Xiaojian, who is bored in every way, also want to taste it,

That is, this mouthful,

Let him regret that in his heart,

The bowels are all repentant,

Even if the thick white mist does not move,

He couldn't bite either,

Although it looks soft to the touch,

But after the real bite,

But he could feel that the tenacity of the white mist was very strong, and he kept biting no matter how he bited.

Coincidentally,

Just at this time,

In the thick white mist,

A 'different' mist appeared,

This fog is a little more crystal clear than the others, and it looks like some kind of jelly.

Demons make gods like gods,

Song Xiaojian inhaled at this mist,

And then......

And he regretted it......

I've been throwing up until now,

Even when the guy who looked like an urn appeared in front of him and shouted arrogantly, he didn't have time to pay attention,

Oh wow......

Wow......

I don't know how long I vomited,

Song Xiaojian felt that the disgusting taste in his mouth had dissipated a lot,

Looking at the urn that kept yelling at him, but didn't dare to do it,

Said to be like an urn,

Uh, don't say it, it's like,

That guy is boxy, and there are countless patterns around him, like a finely carved decoration.

But

There is also a difference,

On its eight angular points, a tentacle of about three inches stretches out, and the tip of the tentacle is long, and each has an eye.

While looking at this urn,

Song Xiaojian had a look of surprise on his face,

"Damn, what are you?"