In the mist, Xiao Yi frowned and thought.

Even though the group of black-clothed warriors were dead, the fog demons had been collected, and the bones had been shattered, the surrounding environment was still terrifying.

Xiao Yi glanced at his arm.

The black mark on the arm is still there, but it has stopped corroding.

The breath of death has been blocked by the purple flame that seeped into his arm, and it is rampant.

In order to completely erase the black mark, it is necessary to first burn all the dead silence.

And if you burn the breath of death, the black mark will automatically absorb the Yuan Power in your body and recover.

It seems like an endless loop.

The only way is to make this black mark have no 'Yuan Power' to absorb and cannot be recovered.

But if you don't have 'Yuan Force', you can't condense the flames.

Therefore, when the Yuan Force is about to be exhausted, it can only be one step ahead of the Black Mark.

As long as the last trace of Yuan Force is used as a condensing flame by himself, then, after the flames burn the breath of death, the black mark will no longer be able to recover.

This is the solution that Xiao Yat can think of now.

But here are millions of mountains, 100,000 dangerous places, rashly exhausting the Yuan power, it is absolutely unwise, and even an act of death.

Therefore, we have to get out of this million mountains first, wait until we reach the middle region, find a safe place, and then deal with this black mark completely.

Now, just lock it down for the time being and let it run rampant.

"Shhh Xiao Yi took a slight breath.

A pain in his arm was worse than before.

The silence has been sealed, but it is still raging.

At the same time, the high-temperature breath of Ziyan is also lingering.

The clash of the two breaths naturally made the pain in his arm worse than before.

But the pain is pain, Xiao Yi doesn't care, it doesn't matter if the injury on his arm is stable.

Xiao Yi took out a few high-grade pills, crushed them, and applied them to the wound.

The corrosion has stopped, but the severe wound on the arm still needs to be treated.

The breath of dead silence has been blocked and suppressed, and the effect of the elixir has been fully exerted.

It won't take long for the wound on the arm to heal.

"Whew. Xiao Yi breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his arm.

"Beiyin Palace. Xiao Yi muttered to himself, frowning.

What the hell is going on with this group of black-clothed warriors, he still doesn't know.

He had never heard of this so-called Beiyin Palace, and he didn't know which force it was.

But obviously, the methods of these warriors are extremely extraordinary, and the force behind them is by no means an ordinary force.

When Xiao Yat first entered this misty and dangerous place before, although he had a battle, but under careful thought, he still looked at the traces around him.

According to his guess, the time that this group of black-clothed warriors came to this dangerous place should not be more than a few months.

A fourfold powerhouse of the Heavenly Extreme Realm, plus more than a dozen Heavenly Extreme Realms, such a group of powerhouses, entrenched in this misty and dangerous land, what do they want to do?

And the fog demon, Xiao Yi never believed that the upright warrior had the ability to subdue it.

So, what's going on with the fog demon at his disposal?

There seems to be too much unusualness and confusion here.

After a while, Xiao Yi shook his head, too lazy to think about it.

He has always been optimistic, he doesn't think much about it if he can't think of it, and some things are solved when he encounters them, but if he doesn't encounter them, it is useless to worry about them.

With a flash of light in his hand, he took out the Wind Sacred Pot.

Oh...

As soon as the Wind Saint Pot was taken out, a terrible roar came out of it.

The entire Wind Holy Pot trembled violently, and a trace of mist struggled out of the mouth of the pot.

"Evil animals. Xiao Yi let out a low sigh and released the fog demon.

"Roar. The fog demon roared and pounced.

Boom... A surging purple flame surged out.

The crazy figure of the fog demon stopped in an instant, looking at the purple flame in front of him in horror.

It's just not smart, but it's not stupid.

Its instinct told it that the flames in front of it were enough to burn it into nothingness and extinguish its mind.

"Surrender, or die. Xiao Yi's tone was cold.

Oh...

The fog demon roared, and the fog surged.

Boom... The surging purple flame instantly blocked the surroundings, and the terrifying high temperature made the air distort for a while.

"Evil animal, I read that you derived spiritual wisdom tens of thousands of years ago, it is not easy to come by, don't force me. ”

Oh...

The voice of the fog demon's roar lowered, and in his empty eyes, a humanized plea was revealed.

"People... class..."

"Lord... people..."

The fog demon spat out staccato words from his mouth.

Xiao Yi nodded with satisfaction and said, "Return to the Wind Holy Pot and release your spiritual wisdom." ”

The fog demon hesitated for a moment, then swished and obediently returned to the Wind Sacred Pot.

A touch of wisdom slowly appeared, and floated in the Wind Sacred Pot.

"Sealed. Xiao Yi let out a low sigh.

Inside the Wind Sacred Pot, the radiant wind shatter instantly sealed the spiritual wisdom.

Subsequently, under Xiao Yi's control, a trace of spiritual wisdom was sealed in the Wind Holy Pot.

In the future, if the fog demon has any abnormal movements, Xiao Yi can disperse its spiritual wisdom through the Wind Holy Pot with a single thought.

Of course, Xiao Yi's own strength can easily deal with this fog demon.

"Suck. Xiao Yi let out a low sigh again.

In the Wind Sacred Pot, a huge suction force appeared.

The dense fog in the entire foggy and dangerous place was quickly absorbed.

These dense fogs are not ordinary fogs in themselves.

Otherwise, the simple mist would never have made Xiao Yi's perception greatly reduced, or even blocked his vision.

A martial artist who has cultivated to a high level has amazing six senses, and the ordinary mist, no matter how rich it is, will never affect the eyesight of the martial artist.

And now in these dense fogs, there is obviously an extremely alarming and pungent smell of blood.

If you didn't guess wrong, it should be the blood and qi left over the countless years that the fog demon has killed people, demon beasts, etc.

Normally, these blood gases will flow and overflow for a long time.

But this fog is dangerous, because of the existence of fog demons.

Therefore, these blood qi are trapped in the fog, and over time, they even merge into the dense fog.

This makes these dense fogs extremely abnormal.

About half an hour later, all the dense fog in the huge fog was absorbed by the Wind Holy Pot.

Dense fog is also a wind attribute, so the Wind Sacred Pot can be absorbed and stored.

At the same time, the aura of the fog demon inside had obviously risen to a level, reaching the seventh level of the Heavenly Extreme.

"Thanks... Lord, master. "Inside the Wind Sacred Pot, there was an intermittent sound of the fog demon.

Xiao Yi nodded and was silent.

The fog demon, the spiritual intelligence is too low, and it can only automatically improve its strength after accumulating for a long time, and it is almost impossible to cultivate normally.

Do everything, Xiao Yi looked around.

The fog dissipated, and the surroundings returned to clarity.

It's a vast and dangerous place, endless, but empty.

There was not half a demon beast, not half a tree, not half a living thing, only the charred black earth on the ground.

Xiao Yi shook his head, walked to the place where the tall martial artist blew himself up before, and picked up the blood-colored scythe.

The self-detonation of the upright martial artist left nothing, but this blood-colored scythe actually carried the self-detonation of the Heavenly Extreme Quadruple Martial Artist at close range, and it was not damaged.

"The ultimate spiritual weapon. Xiao Yi glanced at it, and then put it in the bag.

Sou... In the next second, Yukong flew up and continued to hurry.

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The second more.

(End of chapter)