Endless white miasma churned and roared like an angry sea, and in the mist, countless butterflies flocked to the floating clouds.

The butterflies puffed up the mist, and the white mist where the floating clouds were located rose, and a huge mountain seemed to rise in the sea of fog, crushing the floating clouds, Chen Jing, and the little beasts under the peaks.

On all sides of the floating clouds are raging white butterflies, butterflies come from everywhere, and the butterflies that arrive quickly are even stronger, and some of them are even high-level demon insects.

If it was one-on-one, of course the little beasts were not afraid of high-level butterflies, but now the situation is different.

The intelligence of these high-level butterflies is not low, although they are furious, but they know that their most powerful weapon is the poisonous miasma, and the high-level butterflies will not rush up without a head, but will drum up a highly poisonous mist to impact the white light and rui light outside the floating clouds.

Although the low-level butterflies were killed countless times by the small beasts, their deaths were not worthless, and the butterflies consumed the mana of Chen Jing and the small beasts, indirectly helping the giant butterfly miasma.

The butterflies fall one after another, but they always leave behind some white scales, which melt into the mist outside the clouds, and the miasma becomes whiter and even glows.

A huge amount of mana poured into the fog gourd and poison avoidance beads, and Chen Jing was also feeling a little struggling now.

There was no way to go on like this, and as soon as his mind moved, a silver dragon with flying scales and claws rose from behind him.

The giant dragon carried a power that suppressed the nine heavens, and as soon as it appeared, countless butterflies fell around the floating clouds.

But there were still countless butterflies rushing up frantically, and the silver dragon was furious, and opened its mouth to let out a high-pitched dragon groan.

There was no real sound, but the spirits of the little beasts and butterflies were "heard", and the dragon's moans were like raging hurricanes, and the spirits of the butterflies were like faint candles, extinguished in pieces.

The big white butterflies fell like a torrential rain, and the clouds became empty around them.

From the sky, the mountain peaks rising in the sea of fog suddenly collapsed a large section.

"Chirp!"

"Meow!"

"Chirp!"

The little beasts cheered loudly, facing the overwhelming butterfly like a demon, this pressure was not small, and now they could take a breather.

Most of the high-level butterflies didn't die, they were just stunned, this was fine, Chen Jing didn't think about killing them, as long as the butterflies couldn't come to make trouble.

After practicing the true dragon holy spirit, the magic power of the dragon chant is really powerful, this is a secret technique of divine consciousness, which will not consume mana, and it is just right to use it at this time.

The Miasma Giant Butterfly seems to have been affected as well, but it's not big, its divine thoughts are actually very strong.

Because he was worried that it would ruin the mist gourd's chance, Chen Jing didn't want to attack the miasma demon now.

The huge butterfly formed by the condensation of the mist was still struggling to flutter, Chen Jing couldn't quite understand it, since the giant butterfly was born from a poisonous miasma, its essence was actually a miasma, which could be ever-changing, and it could completely abandon the form of the giant butterfly, so its situation might be better.

Butterflies are indispensable for the formation of miasma, and after the miasma is psychic, it must also be deeply affected by butterflies, perhaps the demon spirit thinks that it is a butterfly, and has never thought of giving up this form.

If the miasma gave up the form of the giant butterfly, the result would not be easy to say, after all, the fog gourd was born to manipulate the fog, so it might be in the gourd's arms, and it would be easier to deal with than now.

While the giant butterfly was struggling, wisps of white mist fell off its body and were sucked into the fog gourd, and the giant butterfly was getting smaller, but it was really big, and it was condensed by fog, so it couldn't be seen for a while.

In addition to the white mist on the giant butterfly, the mist around it was also sucked away by the fog gourd, which could have been integrated into the giant butterfly, but now the replenishment was cut off by the gourd.

The giant butterfly "heard" the dragon's groan, as if it had been reminded, and although it could not move in the mist, it still shook its wings vigorously, and a cloud of mist fell off the giant butterfly's wings like scales, and merged into a torrent, sweeping towards the floating clouds.

This should be the miasma demon's magical power, it is estimated to be very powerful, Chen Jing and the little beasts on the floating clouds are ready to attack.

However, the clouds of mist began to shrink after breaking away from the giant butterfly, and the torrent of mist disappeared halfway through, and was sucked away by the fog gourd.

Maybe it's a very powerful supernatural power, but it's useless if the fog gourd is there, and the gourd is the nemesis of the miasma demon spirit.

More butterflies surged with miasma, and the silver dragon soared, and from time to time let out a dragon groan, shaking the butterflies in the sky.

In fact, the Divine Sense Secret Technique does not need to transform the dragon into a dragon, Chen Jing felt that this was more shocking, it could enhance the power of the Secret Technique to a certain extent, and of course, it was also more majestic.

Countless butterflies continue to come, but the pressure is not as great as before.

Because most of the high-level butterflies have already arrived, they were stunned just now, and now there are not many high-level butterflies left, and the threat is much smaller.

The giant butterfly couldn't help but shake off a cloud of mist from its wings, attacking the floating clouds, but was sucked away by the fog gourd.

Losing the essence of these miasma, coupled with the absorption of the fog gourd, the giant butterfly became significantly smaller.

"Chirp!"

"Meow!"

The little beasts all saw it, and the fog gourd gradually gained the upper hand.

The butterfly shrinks faster and faster.

The peaks in the sea of mist not only did not continue to rise, but slowly collapsed.

More than half an hour later, the giant butterfly, which had spread its wings to cover the sky, disappeared, and a small butterfly the size of a fingernail was pulled towards the floating clouds.

Although this butterfly is small, it exudes a bright jade-colored brilliance, beautiful and agile, like a fairy like Xiao Luo.

Even now, the fog demon still maintains the appearance of a butterfly, maybe the butterfly is also one of its qualities, and if it doesn't have this trait, maybe it won't be psychic at all.

The Floating Cloud Gourd absorbed the Purple Cloud through friendly negotiation, and there was no battle at all, while the Fog Gourd was forcibly devoured, and it was difficult to succeed without Chen Jing's support.

The big white butterflies outside the clouds are even more crazy, but they are weak and have reached the end of the road.

Chen Jing didn't use Long Yin's magic power anymore, the victory and defeat had been divided, and there was no need to do more killing.

As soon as he shook his hand, the fog gourd flew out of his sleeve and floated to the edge of the floating clouds, and a suction force was born on the gourd's mouth, sucking the glowing butterfly into it.

The little butterflies disappear, the butterflies in the fog lose their dominance, and they gradually wake up from their madness and become dazed and overwhelmed.

The little beasts also withdrew their hands and breathed a sigh of relief.

Chen Jing beckoned, and the fog gourd flew back into his hand, and he sensed it, knowing that it had absorbed enough miasma, and most of the mist in the giant mountain of the sea of fog had been absorbed by the gourd.

It's time to go, he thought, as the clouds rose upward.

The mountain peaks in the sea of fog suddenly bulged, and a floating cloud pierced through and rose into the sky.

The floating clouds rose high in the sky and flew away, the mountain peaks behind them were torn apart and completely collapsed, and countless large white butterflies flew in panic in the fog.

"Chirp!"

"Meow!"

"Chirp!"

Out of the white mist, the little beasts were very excited, and the butterflies were fierce, but they and the gourd won the final victory.