It was so cold, everything seemed to freeze in the cold. It's air, and it's like it's about to freeze.

In this boundless black fog, the longer you stay, the more cold air on your body seems to become.

This is a feeling of being gradually oppressed by the evil spirit, and as long as you are a human being, you will not be able to survive in this environment for a long time.

And at this moment, He Yiming was standing somewhere in the thick fog.

He took a long breath, letting the icy cold air spread into every corner of his body, and then it was slowly absorbed by the dantian.

Slowly raising his hand, he carefully looked at the magical and weird special weapon in his hand.

Forked sword, a special weapon that can only be allowed to be used in the Huangquan Gate if it has reached the first-line heaven level.

This is the authoritative symbol of Huangquan Gate, since the Huangquan ancestor became famous all over the world and single-handedly established Huangquan Gate, no other force dared to use similar weapons.

This weapon with a special symbol has become a divine weapon that no one dares to imitate in the entire Orient.

But for He Yiming, who is from the northwest, he didn't know what a lofty position Huangquanmen had in Dashen, so when he wanted to hide his identity, he did not hesitate to make this best choice.

Suddenly, the tracker on his chest moved slightly, and only He Yiming, who had been hanging against the flesh, could distinguish this slight tremor to the extreme.

The muscles in his chest squirmed magically. Pushing the tracker out of his chest and into his ear, he listened quietly to the slight sound coming from the thing.

His body finally moved, like a cheetah in the jungle, and quickly disappeared into the night.

His body was covered with a thick layer of black, like an elf under the night sky, quietly moving forward.

He Yiming's spirit had been gathered to the extreme, and he faintly felt that he seemed to have merged with this black fog.

And when he had this thought, his body naturally began to completely merge into the black mist.

The masters who came to the Devil's Crying Ridge, although they relied on the abundant unimaginable qi of heaven and earth in the black mist to impact the Dingzu or Venerable realm, but they were far away from this entire black mist.

If they had a choice, they would rather look for an opponent similar to them like the Qilian Twin Demons and fight hard, rather than enter this dangerous place.

But He Yiming was different, when his dantian began to accept the black mist here, the energy here was assimilated by his dantian.

It's like the ice type small jade bottle of the past, it's like the paralysis ability of the stone king in the past, it's like Hao Xue's distortion and blood coagulation technique. Once this kind of magical power enters He Yiming's body, it can be dissolved by his dantian and turned into his own use.

That's why at this moment, he was able to merge himself into the black mist.

At this moment, he suddenly had a feeling that he was the black fog, and the black fog was him.

Suddenly, a piercing roar came, which made He Yiming, who had entered a delicate state, suddenly sober up.

He shook his head. sighed regretfully, it was not easy to enter the state similar to an epiphany just now, even if it was him, it was impossible for him to enter it as he wanted.

However, fortunately, he still remembered his goal at the moment, and after hearing this violent voice, He Yiming immediately knew that he was close to his destination.

The movements of his hands and feet suddenly slowed down a lot, and the black fog around him even slowly surged towards him, making his side look like a black hole.

Slowly, with him as the center, the black fog near him became more and more dense, and gradually spread.

This pace is slow at first, but as a certain scale is formed, the change begins to become noticeable and quick.

In the black fog ahead, there was the roar of a crazy man desperately, and in such a huge howl, the voices of Hao Xue and others faintly sounded.

"Brother Hao, the fog here seems to be thicker. Fang Sheng's voice sounded hurriedly, and there was a slight hint of impatience.

It's been about twenty days since he entered this place, even if it's him. I can also feel a kind of pressure that is almost suffocating anytime and anywhere.

Zhu Guanhao's voice was not much better, he snorted coldly, and said, "Half an hour is almost there, it should be condensed blood beads." ”

Hao Xue's voice sounded faintly, perhaps because of the cultivation of special exercises, among the three of them, he was the only one who could guarantee complete calmness.

"No, you remember how we failed last time, it was because the time of the grappling was too short, and he didn't get most of his potential out, so he didn't be able to produce blood beads. So this time we must be steady, and we must not be careless again. ”

Fang and Zhu stopped talking, and a violent sonic boom sounded in the space, and it was not easy to keep knocking him down and injuring him without being able to kill the crazy man, and at the same time to trap him in a fixed place.

But the three of them can't help it, if they don't trap this person at a fixed point, then these crazy people will not hesitate to abandon them as soon as another howl happens. They have already suffered twice and will never pay for it again.

However, in this way, the pressure on everyone will suddenly increase, and if each of them does not have such a strong strength, then it will definitely not be able to sustain it for a long time.

After another cup of tea or so, Hao Xue finally said, "Brother Fang, you can do it." ”

Fang Sheng let out a long reply, and there was a relief in his voice. Then, his figure shook slightly, and suddenly became ethereal. This kind of body is strange and unpredictable. Not to mention facing a crazy person, even if it is facing He Yiming, it will definitely make him dizzy.

In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of the man, and he blew lightly into the flute.

A sharp needle-shaped true qi rushed out from the other end of the flute, and immediately pierced the man's eyebrows.

The man's body shook a few times, and he suddenly fell softly.

Fang Sheng's heart was completely relieved, however, at this moment, a gloomy aura suddenly permeated, and all the hairs on his back stood upside down.

A strong sense of crisis suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart, making his whole body rise with a chilling feeling.

Although he was born in a big family in the mainland, he has experienced a hundred battles in his life, and his quick reaction is even better.

Without thinking, he waved the jade flute in his hand, and a strange crisp sound came, as if it had hit something. However, the deadly crisis has not disappeared, but has become more and more intense.

Fang Sheng's body rushed to the side between the lightning and flint, he had already exerted his best strange body technique to the limit, and at the same time exclaimed: "Someone ......" At this moment, he can only take care of his own life, as for the crazy person who has died, he can no longer care about it.

There seemed to be a flash of black light in the black mist. A slender and strange sword stabbed past where Fang Sheng was standing.

The shock in He Yiming's heart was not under Fang Sheng at all.

He first condensed the fog and covered up his hiding as much as possible.

Fortunately, the attention of the three of them was focused on the crazy man, otherwise even He Yiming would not be able to bully this place easily.

Fang Sheng killed that person in one fell swoop, it was the time when his whole body was at its most relaxed, and He Yiming chose this moment to make a move.

He opened the way with an ingenious blood needle that infused ice and paralyzing power, followed by a forked sword.

This series of two attacks is already the limit of what he can do when he disguises his identity.

It's just that Fang Sheng's reaction speed was far beyond his expectations, and he waved his hand seemingly randomly. The jade flute blocked the blood needle like a ghost, and his identity was also smart and weird, after letting go of He Yiming's sneak attack sword, it even made him feel that it was difficult to pursue.

At this point, He Yiming's deliberate first assassination was completely defeated.

However, his reaction was not slow at all, and when he missed, he immediately fell down, and with a flick of his wrist, he had already sucked the corpse on the ground into the palm of his hand.

Almost at the same time, He Yiming's feet were slightly forced, and he had already retreated towards the rear with a faster body than when he came.

The roars of Hao Xue and Zhu Guanhao rang out at the same time, and the three of them could never have imagined that behind them, there would be a super master hidden that they couldn't detect.

The two huge true qi instantly broke through the air and pursued in the direction where He Yiming retreated.

Followed by Fang Sheng, who had already relieved his breath.

There was a hint of hideousness on the faces of the three of them, and at this moment, they were definitely working together to kill the unknown master on the spot.

After all, what they did this time must not be leaked, otherwise the fate that awaits the three of them will be extremely miserable.

He Yiming's figure stopped suddenly, and he disappeared into the black fog, as if it had turned into a thick fog, and he was no longer visible.

Hao Xue's eyes froze, and he exclaimed, "Trick ...... blinding"

He Yiming's heart moved slightly, and in the other party's voice, there was not only a feeling of surprise and fear, but a trace of gratifying joy.

This kind of cry from the heart can never be hidden, a thought flashed in He Yiming's mind in an instant, he kept in his hand, and the forked sword that had been withdrawn suddenly stabbed out.

"Ding......

A crisp sound suddenly rang out from the void.

"Forked Sword Assassin?" waved his hand and waved the sword away, and Zhu Guanhao also snorted softly, and there was an indescribable relaxed tone in his voice.

Hao Xue's relieved voice finally sounded: "Your Excellency, please stop, everyone is your own person." ”