After leaving the cave, Lin Meng held a chopping knife in his hand, and the white mist rolled and swam in his vision like a sea of clouds.

This is not a means that ordinary martial artists can create, and there may be a fierce battle for him on the side of the Phantom Mist Stone.

But sometimes if you want to move forward, you have to struggle.

Lin Meng pursues stability, but when needed, he can also hold a weapon in his hand and squander his blood.

Looking at the center of this fog, where the Phantom Mist Stone was located, Lin Meng took a deep breath.

Bai Hong said that if he couldn't fight, he would delay time, and after he won, he would kill all those second-rate martial artists, but Lin Meng couldn't put his own safety on others.

"Let's go."

In the middle of the fog.

A large amount of dense fog was entrenched here, and some of the black-clothed evil warriors had some doubts in their eyes.

"The Misty Stone Descendants have gathered."

The Misty Stone Descendant can sense the location of the subject when combined, and the subject can naturally sense the position of the descendant.

However, in the impression of the black-clothed evil warrior, these five people gathered together, shouldn't they?

Except for the first few times after several people joined forces to kill the enemy, the next few times those people found that they could almost unilaterally torture and kill the enemy in the fog, and they would hardly join forces to attack, otherwise there would be problems with the division of the loot in the back.

Could it be that you have encountered some strong enemy? Unavoidable union?

Well? These five guys are back now, have they killed all the enemies of Tianhao Company?

The black-clothed evil warrior thought in his heart, but found that the location of the five phantom mist stones stopped thirty meters directly in front of him, so he stopped moving.

What are those five guys doing where they stop?

The black-clothed evil warrior was puzzled, looking up at the front, the dense fog couldn't block his vision, thirty meters away was empty, there was no figure at all, where were the five fantasy stone bodies?

The black-clothed evil martial artist only felt that something was wrong, but his expression was still calm, as a qualified guardian of the main body of the Phantom Mist Stone, his strength was not a joke! In the past, he was extremely strong in the Dead Wood Wilderness, but now after accepting the blood sacrifice, he is even more unstoppable!

If there's any accident there, just cut it off!

Thirty meters away!

With an indifferent face, the black-clothed evil warrior lifted his long sword and stepped out.

Bang!

A flash of fire in the thick fog.

The black Polar Shadow flashed away, passed through the center of the black-clothed warrior's eyebrows, and then flew out from the back of the head, bringing out bright red blood, white flower brains, and then the Polar Shadow disappeared into the distance.

Poof!

The black-clothed warrior fell to the ground, a big hole was opened in his brain, and the corpse habitually twitched a few times, and then stopped moving.

Lin Meng, who was not far away, skillfully turned the pistol in his hand, and blew lightly into the muzzle with his last breath,

"If you hesitate, you will lose."

That's right, the black weapon that Lin Meng got from Li Kun's hand was a pistol.

Although it is said to be a New World craft, there is no indication of what model it is, but the effective range is more than 30 meters, and it seems that it is not much worse than those self-defense pistols.

After walking to the center of the Phantom Mist Stone, Lin Meng deliberately glanced at the black-clothed warrior, a hole was opened in his head, and his brains flowed out, obviously he couldn't die anymore.

After glancing at the black-clothed martial artist, Lin Meng lost interest in him, and his gaze moved behind him little by little, and in a thick white mist, a crystal light flickered from it.

In the center of the thick white fog, a milky white crystal about the size of a fist spewed a large amount of milky white air in all directions, drifting to all corners of the dead wood wilderness.

Phantom Stone!

Lin Meng's ultimate goal of this trip!

"I've finally found it."

Lin Meng walked in front of the Phantom Mist Stone, just standing in front of this stone, he could feel an extremely bloody energy fluctuation rushing towards him, I am afraid that it is not only those martial artists who have absorbed the power of the blood sacrifice during this period of time.

Extremely evil instrument, Lin Meng stretched out his hand for a long time, did not dare to touch the stone, after hesitating for a moment, he directly took out a pistol and pointed it at the Phantom Mist Stone...

Bang!

Tongues of fire flickered from the muzzle of the gun, and bullets shot out.

Bite!

The Phantom Mist Stone placed on the ground made a crisp iron sound of interlaced iron on the spot, and the fist-sized Phantom Mist Stone trembled, and rolled back directly more than a dozen times, and the flickering fluorescence around the crystal disappeared instantly, like a frosted eggplant, losing its mysterious luster.

The gushing fog finally stopped functioning.

Lin Meng stood up straight, looked at the above, and couldn't stop exhaling from the dissipating mist a little bit.

The crisis has finally been lifted.

The moment the whole fog dissipated, in the cave, Zhao Qin, who was dying, Li Kun, who was exhausted of strength, and the members of Tianhao Security Company who were hiding in the corner in terror raised their heads one after another to look up at the sky, and the thick white fog disappeared in an instant under the sunlight, and they all stared wide-eyed and relaxed in one breath.

Li Kun and Zhao Qin glanced at each other, full of surprise, the fog will not disappear for no reason, and now it has disappeared for a reason, that is...

"Lin Meng!!"

In an instant, the two spoke in unison!

The dense fog that had given shelter to the Evil Warrior disappeared in an instant, and the situation between the entire Dead Wood Wilderness Warrior and the Evil Warrior changed drastically.

Meanwhile, in the middle of the Deadwood Wilderness.

A large open area, located in the middle of the dense fog, which has not been invaded by a single trace of it.

The thick stench permeated every inch of the space, and a large number of dead corpses were placed on the ground as sacrifices, forming a twisted shape with the dried bloodstains, which was extremely terrifying. On the side of many corpses, there are five figures, pulling out a lot of afterimages here, one of them is holding a three-foot Qingfeng, surging internal force, dressed in white without wind and automatic, whirring, like a chivalrous man, it is Bai Master Bai Hong!

The other four people were holding different sharp weapons, but all of them had a strange body breath, and their bodies contained a strong smell of blood, and their hands were obviously not less contaminated with life, facing Bai Hong, and they joined forces to suppress it!

The clanging iron collided, the sound of the zither continued to resound, Bai Hong and the four of them continued to fight, and the figure in the wilderness moved quickly, too fast speed, pulling out a heavy afterimage on the yellow earth, rolling up a large amount of dirt and dust, which was difficult to capture with the naked eye.

The more the few people fought, the more fierce the attack of the four evil warriors became, and Qi Zixie, who was standing in a corner, faced Bai Hong, smiled charmingly, but the attack in his hand became more and more ruthless,

"Bai Hong! Why, did you think you'd end up like this when you came here? Hehehe!! ”

The bewitching laughter floated among the corpses, Bai Hong ignored the other party, but his eyebrows were slightly twisted.

Before coming, Kailong's information said that there were four near-first-class martial artists here, and he came with a killing heart, but after the confrontation, he could clearly feel that the strength of the four people in front of him had already reached the first-class level of martial artists!

But even so....!

"You will die!"

Bai Hong opened his mouth coldly, his heart full of murderous intent.

"Mortal!? Hahaha! It's amazing, Bai Hong, on weekdays, you are the top management of Tianhao Company, a generation of first-class martial artists, what a scenery, usually we evil martial artists can only hide in the corner and look up in the face of you. The exaggerated voice continued to resound, and another muscular evil martial artist suddenly sneered, staring at Bai Hong in front of him, his face full of raised eyebrows,

"But I can't imagine it, today the four of us have become first-class martial artists, and you will definitely die today!"

"A bunch of wastes who rely on blood sacrifices to forcibly improve their cultivation! Even if it's first-class, even if there are four, I'll kill it!! ”

In an instant, Bai Hong held a three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, and the violent internal force gushed out in his hand, blending into the sword body, pulling the void, turning into a white mark, slashing four times with one sword, the four evil warriors all suffered heavy blows, and took a few steps back in a row, each of them was stunned in their eyes, obviously the strength of the blood sacrifice had increased greatly for a while, but the four of them joined forces but were forced to retreat by the other party's blow, how strong is that guy Bai Hong!?

"Humph! What's the use of being stronger, the white fog has already unfolded, as long as you persist for a period of time and solve the little minions of Tianhao Company, the six of them will come over, and the ten of us will join forces, I don't think Bai Hong is dead! ”

"That's right! Hold off Bai Hong! That guy's flesh and blood is definitely the best sacrifice, and it can be exchanged for stronger power from that person's hands! ”

"Good !!"

The four of them said word by word, their eyes were full of confidence, and the offensive in their hands was a lot more powerful in an instant.

Bai Hongdu, who was standing not far away, frowned, he knew very well how terrible it would be to assassinate in this thick fog.

What if it's really ten people joining forces?

Inadvertently, Bai Hong's eyebrows twisted deeper, and the four people in the distance laughed evilly, constantly interfering and laughing at Bai Hong, their voices high and sharp.

Correct...

Suddenly!

The fog over the dead wood field shook violently, thinning out, and vanishing as the sun shone on it.

The bodies of the four striking-fighting evil warriors froze in place, looking around in astonishment.

The white fog has dissipated!?

How can it be!

The four of them hurriedly looked towards the location of the Phantom Mist Stone, and just happened to see a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy holding the Phantom Mist Stone in his hand.

"Bastard! Give me the east-west direction in your hands!! ”

In an instant, it was hard to believe that the anxiety was filled in the eyes of the four evil warriors, like the treasure being snatched, Qi Zixie jumped directly and broke away from the battlefield of Bai Hong's hand.

"The three of you stop Bai Hong, and I will all retreat directly after snatching back the Phantom Mist Stone!"

"Good!"

The three evil warriors shouted, without a trace of hesitation, no one knew better than them what that misty stone was, they could have something, but this stone must not be lost!

"Stop!"

Bai Hong on the side looked at Qi Zixie who was rushing towards Lin Meng, and wanted to chase him away on the spot, but the three evil martial artists stopped him directly and forcibly dragged him down, he gritted his teeth, and a mouthful of internal force melted into his throat,

"Kid ahead, run !!"

Like a lion's roar, echoing throughout the dead wood wilderness, Lin Meng, who had just grabbed the Phantom Mist Stone in his hand, had not looked closely at what it was, a violent sound sounded in his ears, he turned his head, and saw a bewitching woman in scantily clad looking at him as if he was looking at the enemy who killed his father.

This.. What's the situation?

"Front, immediately, immediately, put down what you have in your hand, boy, that's not something you can touch, put it down for me!!"

After Qi Zixie saw Lin Meng's face clearly, the killing intent in his eyes became thicker and thicker, sixteen or seventeen-year-old students? A mere hairy boy dares to touch the Phantom Mist Stone? What about the guy who guards the Phantom Fog Stone? Where did the death go!?

The overly fierce expression filled Qi Zixie's face, and the high school student opposite was stunned for a moment, blinked, and then took a few steps backwards in a row as if he had suffered a heavy blow, his eyes full of horror.

"Don't... Don't be so fierce, I... I just happened to see that there was no one, so I came over to see ......"

"Put down the things in your hands immediately, and I'll spare you a dog's life!"

Qi Zixie ran faster and faster, and his expression became more and more ruthless.

"Well... Okay, I'll put it down right away. ”

Lin Meng flinched, his little hands trembling and lowered the Phantom Mist Stone to the ground, and then took a few steps backwards.

Seeing all this, Qi Ziye snorted coldly in his heart, waste!

However, the other party knew each other so well, she was a little less anxious, and her running speed was not as rapid as before, a little slower.

Seeing that kid knows him so well, wait a moment to give him a good time.

Qi Zixie thought like this in his heart, his eyes glanced at the Phantom Mist Stone underground, which was intact, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, then raised his head again, looked at the position of the kid, and inadvertently looked at her eyes with a black hole.

“？？？”

"Goodbye."

Bang!