This kind of smoke is refined by evil cultivators with some highly toxic drugs combined with magma and earth fire, the most dry and dehumidifying, hurting people's eyes, nasal cavity, throat, and lungs, all because the lungs are gold in the five elements, restrained by fire, the lung meridians pass through the throat, open to the nose, and Chinese medicine also clearly says: the lungs, the division of breathing, towards the hundred pulses, the main subsidence, like dampness and dryness.

Because of the spell, it can cooperate with the gray mist, and it contains highly poisonous, which is extremely vicious!

Those who were poisoned by the smoke had dry eyes and could not see, could not speak, their throats were swollen, their lungs were burning like fire, and they had difficulty breathing, and even fell to their knees and suffocated to death in extreme pain, as was the case with stone lung patients.

The position where the barbarian and the three gray-clothed men were fighting was not far from the evil cultivator, and the poisonous smoke had spread to his side, but he had obviously noticed that something was wrong, not only did he hold his breath, but also moved to the side as he fought.

That evil cultivator used all the shady tricks that couldn't be put on the table, and it was really unpleasant.

"Do you know how to spell?" Li Feng said in disgust.

He silently recited the incantation in his mouth, holding the sword trick in his left hand, there was a faint flash of thunder on his fingertips, and the sword finger immediately pointed to the sky, and an arc of electricity the thickness of a little finger emitted from his fingertips, "Bang! A thud broke through the gray mist and soared into the sky.

"The wind is coming!" Li Feng snorted.

As soon as he finished speaking, a whirlwind arose where the arc passed, and the wind became stronger and stronger, sweeping away all the gray mist and black smoke they were in this area, and the range of influence was several times larger than that of the previous evil cultivators, and even the blood-colored mist that the evil cultivators used to protect their bodies was blown away, and the bright sunlight sprinkled again, and the surroundings were clear.

"Shenxiao Sect Leifa?!" The evil cultivator looked at the sky and said in shock, looking at Li Feng with fear.

The Shenxiao sect is a Taoist sect that emerged in the late Northern Song Dynasty in China, majoring in Lei Fa and is famous for Lei Fa.

The thunder method is very powerful, the effect is magical, calling the wind and rain, summoning thunder, praying for clear rain, subduing demons and subduing demons and punishing evil spirits...... Elected as the head of all laws!

"Fan Daoyou, tell me honestly, Li Daoyou is a disciple of the Shenxiao Sect?" Daoist Yi was surprised by the cleverness of Li Feng's methods, and thought that Master Fan seemed to have a friendship with him for a long time, so he asked in a low voice.

Don't look at Daoist Yi's master's master's mastery of the evil palm thunder with a thunder word, but he can't emit the slightest real thunder power, and he can see the thunder arc that Li Feng sent out just now.

That's real thunder!

Rao is a monk with an excellent spiritual cultivation, and he couldn't help but prick up his ears to pay attention to Master Fan's answer.

Master Fan spread his hands and said helplessly: "Don't ask me, I don't know, I just heard him say that there are not many people in his sect, majoring in martial arts." ”

"Hit the people first, and then break them on the dantian." Li Feng reminded the barbarian and Zhou Jiaxin how to deal with the corpses of the gray-clothed men controlled by those powerful ghosts.

In fact, this method is very simple, first seal the powerful ghosts in the Mud Pill Palace, prevent them from moving their positions, and then hit the upper dantian to kill them, a bit like the method of the thirteen needles of the ghost gate to destroy the yin and evil.

Knowing the feasible method, the barbarian instantly launched a killing move, and pinched the two fingers of the food with his thumb to peck at the middle acupoint of the three gray-clothed people, and the powerful ghosts in the three "people" were sealed, making extremely fast and sharp strange screams, and the speed in his hands slowed down.

The experienced barbarian did not hesitate at all, and then his fist protruded from the middle joint of his index finger, and smashed their eyebrows in one fell swoop with his phoenix eye fist.

The barbarian's movements were fast and powerful, and in less than four breaths, he severely injured the powerful ghost attached to the gray-clothed man, and had to leave the three corpses and float back weakly to the small stone tablet in the evil cultivator's pocket.

The bodies of the three gray-clothed men immediately collapsed to the ground, silent.

Zhou Jiaxin's stick technique is flexible, the head is excellent, and the body shape is wandering, and the long stick expands and contracts like a spiritual snake out of a hole, and it quickly pokes at the gray-clothed people's acupoints and eyebrow points that besiege her in turn.

Although it is slower than the barbarian in terms of speed, it is still better than the corpse of the gray man controlled by the three powerful ghosts.

"This battle can't be fought!" The evil cultivator's eyes flickered, and he was slowly retreating, secretly informing the ghost baby, preparing to take advantage of the opportunity when most of the people were watching Zhou Jiaxin's battle, waiting for the opportunity to flee to the depths of the Misty Dog Abyss.

The barbarian had already prevented him from escaping, and when he saw that his eyes were wrong, he immediately flashed behind him, looked at him contemptuously and smiled, cutting off his retreat.

There were only two enemies left, the evil cultivator and the ghost baby, and Daoist Yi and others also surrounded him, and the two little monks, Wu Yi and Wu Idiot, followed closely by Xiao Yun and Shi Fatzi, just in case.

"You and the ghost baby can have this body cultivation, I don't know how many babies have been killed, you can cut yourself, so as not to die an ugly death." Li Feng calmly cultivated against the evil spirits.

The evil cultivator squinted at Li Feng angrily, and continued to stare at the barbarian with resentment, hating him for blocking his retreat.

"I'm going to fight you alone, to the death, don't you dare?" The evil cultivator pointed at the barbarian and said hatefully.

Among the people present, the person he hated the most was Li Feng, followed by the barbarian, but he was not a fool, he still knew that the persimmon was looking for a soft pinch, and he said that he was not Li Feng's opponent, so he could only choose the barbarian.

Among the others, the one who is good at martial arts is a woman, and the rest of the people basically will not agree to fight with him alone to compete in force.

"Why don't you dare, let the horse come!" The brute chuckled.

The evil cultivator laughed, tore his shirt and tossed it aside, then whistled, and the ghost baby quickly climbed up his left shoulder at the sound of the whistle.

In the surprised eyes of everyone, the skin and flesh on the ghost baby's little body became more and more relaxed, like mud, strangely slowly blending into the body of the evil cultivator.

The skin of the evil cultivator became more and more dark red, as if it was covered with a layer of blood scabs, and there was a thin layer of red mucus attached to the surface.

It was only four or five breaths before and after, and the ghost baby only had a fat face under the collarbone of the evil cultivator's left chest, leaning on the armpit position, looking like the evil cultivator had a grimace sarcoma.

"Barbarian, with a stick, his skin is poisonous, which may seriously corrode the flesh and blood of ordinary people, that ghost baby is not dead, and he can also send out sonic attacks according to his will." Li Feng frowned and looked at the transformation of the evil cultivator, smelled the faint fishy stench wafting in the air, remembered the records of some left-handed evil arts that he had seen in the classics before, and motioned for Zhou Jiaxin to throw the long stick to him.

The barbarian took the long stick and played a beautiful stick flower, holding the stick in the center of the waist and pointing obliquely at the ground, the whole person looked chic and confident, majestic.

He didn't doubt Li Feng's words, these evil and crooked guys have a lot of strange tricks, and they can't be guessed by common sense, and the ability to fit in front of him can be seen, and it is still necessary to be cautious.

The evil cultivator suddenly opened his arms and raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, a red light appeared in his eyes, and the red light on the tips of his ten fingernails suddenly grew to about ten centimeters, like small daggers.

When he stood up again, his waist was stiff, his back was bulging, and his arms were drooping, like an orangutan standing human.