Then, he and a group of Wei people passed through another teleportation array that had been set up a long time ago, and left the city safe and sound.

Miao Feng first figured out this whole set of methods, and then stretched out his feet to smooth the lines on the ground, even if Yun Jie hit the spirit stone, it would not be able to start.

Now, the national teacher of Wei is still more than two miles away from the main hall. Without the small moving mountain formation, he wanted to rush back surrounded by heavy troops, which was almost an impossible task.

Mo Tizhun also saw his situation, and his heart was comfortable, and he finally laughed out loud: "Yungu, I see where you can escape this time!"

Yun Jie didn't show frustration, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Then you just stare at it with wide eyes!"

Before he could finish speaking, out of nowhere, two black balls appeared, each the size of a plum, and smashed them at Mo Tizhun and another cultivator.

What came from his hand, of course, the two didn't dare to connect it hard, and dodged it in a flash. This thing doesn't need to touch the ground at all, and it explodes in the air, releasing large puffs of dark green smoke from inside!

It only took two breaths for smoke to fill the space within a radius of ten feet. The soldiers on the periphery were encircled in it, and they all let out a miserable cry, their clothes corroded, their skin festered, and their flesh and blood melted, and there was a good relationship, and they stretched out their weapons to hook them out, but ordinary knives and guns touched the fog, just like ash met fire, sneering twice, and all of them were eroded!

Of course, cultivators who are in the middle of the dense fog are even more uncomfortable, although they have Gang Qi to protect their bodies, but this thing can even corrode Gang Qi, and it doesn't take long for people to cry out in pain.

The worst thing is that the fog is so dark that you can't see your fingers when you stay inside, and you can't even expand your divine thoughts. Therefore, the cultivators of the Kuo Kingdom had no choice but to retreat one after another, retreating from the area shrouded in the thick fog before they were seriously injured.

The moment the fog spread, Yun Jie rushed towards Miao Fengxian. The only drawback of this man-made fog is that it does not last long, only a short period of more than 20 breaths. He was still thinking about the purpose of his trip and wanted to leave when he was done.

Miao Fengxian's pressure increased greatly.

Now neither the enemy nor the enemy can see, and the battle is all audible in the dark. Even though Miao Fengxian has outstanding five senses, this experience is too new for him, and it is really difficult to adapt. In such a short period of three or four breaths, the two fought no less than a hundred times, and it was much more intense than Fang Cai, Miao Fengxian had seven more wounds on his body, and there was one less piece of meat on his left shoulder - if he hadn't dodged quickly, it would not have been the muscles on his shoulders that were pulled out by Yun Kui, but the pounding heart!

Miao Feng gritted his teeth and took two breaths, and finally couldn't help but say, "Master Mo!"

The fog isolates vision and thought, but it does not block the transmission of sound.

Mo Tizhun's voice suddenly came from far and near: "It's coming!"

As soon as the words fell, Miao Fengxian suddenly felt that the pressure on his body was much less, and it was Mo Ti who listened to the sound and accurately determined his location, so as to estimate the location of Yun Kui. Miao Feng seized the opportunity first and quietly staggered out a few steps.

Now, even Yun Jie can't find him.

Yun Kui made two false moves, and he also retreated out silently.

He couldn't do anything, and he didn't have a reason to stay here. Now his most important task has been changed to lead the cultivators of the Wei State to escape from the capital, otherwise the Wei State's attack and killing plan will really be called stealing chickens and not being a counter-erosion.

At this time, even Yun Jie felt a little bad: he had a lot of wounds on his body, especially in the back of his waist, which was also hit by Miao Fengxian's knife, which was as deep as an inch.

Powerful weapons like theirs have special attributes attached to them. Miao Feng was hit by Yun Kui's sword first, and the tissues around the wound were frozen for a while, and then it was like a fire, the pain was unbearable, and he died rapidly. When Mo Tizhun came to help, he first raised his knife to cut off the muscles near the wound, and then continued to participate in the battle; in the case of Yun Kui, he stabbed him in the same way, the Miao Fengxian spiritual power attached to the knife edge drilled into the back of Yun Lai and wreaked havoc, and its effect was to bleed profusely and not stop, even if it was applied with a panacea.

This position is not convenient for self-diagnosis, not to mention that Yun Jie is facing so many enemies at the same time, and he can't spare his hands to protect himself. Now he has new troubles to deal with:

Outside the thick fog, there was a human wall composed of thousands of soldiers and soldiers waiting for him, which was difficult for him to overcome.

This is the real reliance of Miao and Mo.

The best way at the moment is to change your face, take advantage of the chaos to escape from this encirclement, and then take the opportunity to meet other Wei cultivators. At this moment, there seemed to be a breeze blowing around him, and Yun Kui knew that someone was approaching.

He was unharmed in the thick fog, but it was also one of the treasures left behind by the ancient immortals, and even he could not see it. In such an environment where you can't see your fingers, if someone approaches, of course, they will take the first shot and put it down.

However, Yun Jie Fang raised his breath, and a weak voice nearby said, "It's me! ”

seems to be very sure, Yun Jie must be able to recognize it.

In fact, Yun Jie did recognize this voice at the first time, and then he was a little stunned:

Feng Miaojun.

She didn't want to be her queen of ease in the new summer, how did she come here?

The strangest thing is that in the dense fog, no one's divine thoughts, how did she accurately locate him?

Yun Kai still had doubts in his heart, and the strength in his hands was not leaked. After all, there are many different people among the cultivators, and it is not strange for any of them to learn from Feng Miaojun's words, and it is very easy to lead him into this environment.

But then he heard, "The whiteboard recognizes your weapon." ”

She seemed to know his question, and answered the point as soon as she opened her mouth.

Although the tabula rasa was seriously injured and couldn't transform into a real illusion array, his talent was still there. The dark green mist blocked the mind, but it couldn't stop its natural induction to rare metals. What kind of material the man's sword is, of course, it couldn't be clearer. In such a green world, the Excalibur in Yun Kui's hand was like a cursor on the radar, which could clearly guide the whiteboard to find it.

If you find the sword, you will naturally find the owner of the sword.

Feng Miaojun stretched out his hand, and Yun Jie grasped it without hesitation. Her hands were soft and warm, but there was something hard in them.

It was metallic and cold, thin and long, with one end sharp, like a ...... Hairpin?

"Listen to me. ”

Feng Miaojun's voice was as thin as a gnat, but there was undoubted confidence, "Put it on!"

Yun Jie gently squeezed her hand, understanding.

By this time, the fog had lasted for ten breaths and was about to dissipate. Mo Tizhun had already rushed out of the range of fog vapor at this time, and knew that it could not last long, so he raised his breath and shouted: "Array, can't let him escape!"

The soldiers on the periphery were crowded for a while, and the protection was tighter.

This time the opponent is unprecedentedly strong, it is the national teacher of the Wei State, who is not worried in his heart, and who is not in a cold sweat in his palms?