Luo Yang raised his eyebrows, originally in this small world, the spiritual power of a martial artist was suppressed by about ten times, but now it is reduced by this strange dense fog, and his spiritual power can be stretched out to less than thirty zhang at most, that is, about a hundred meters.

"These things have always kept a distance of thirty or forty zhang from me, and it seems that they have touched the martial artists below the Hundred Veins Realm, and it is impossible to have such a large detection range. ”

At this moment, Luoyang is like a blind man touching an elephant, his vision was greatly hindered in the thick fog, and now his spiritual power is suppressed, which is equivalent to his own being in the light and the enemy in the dark, and the situation is very unfavorable to him.

"I'd like to see what makes the creatures of the fog unique. ”

Luoyang took a deep breath, and the Heart-Intercepting True Qi in his body kept running at a high speed to ensure that he could send out the strongest attack at any time.

After a while, all the shadows in the dense fog area were slowly fading, and it seemed that the entire body was merged into the dense fog, and one by one, the wisps flew in one direction.

"Gone. ”

Luo Yang tightened the long sword in his hand, and found that this group of mist creatures had not only disappeared from his senses, but even after approaching, the spiritual power detection did not find anything.

Laugh at!

In the thick fog, a translucent claw suddenly stretched out, grabbing the back of Luoyang's neck.

"So fast!"

This attack was indeed a bit unexpected by Luoyang, but he was not flustered in his heart, and slapped his left hand backpalm.

"Turn around and slash!"

He hadn't used this human-level mid-level martial art for a long time, because the attack power of the "Return Slash" was really not high. It's a bit of a chicken rib.

But this martial art also has an advantage, that is, there is no need to gather momentum at all. A breath of true qi is contained in the dantian, in an instant. You can make it out.

Touch!

The sword-shaped true qi collided with the mist ghost claw, making a muffled sound, and then both disappeared into nothingness, and the escaping qi hit Luoyang's body, but it did not cause any damage, after all, the defense of the "Nine Turns Ming Jade Gong" is not low, and this level of attack can't help him.

"That's right, it's indeed an attack that contains the artistic conception of fog. And the heat is not low, about half of it. ”

With such a close-range attack, Luo Yang clearly felt the artistic conception of the fog contained in the ghost claws, and this level of artistic conception attack was no longer the superficial artistic conception used a few days ago, which was enough to compare to his comprehension of the artistic conception of fire.

"I just don't know how many mist creatures there are near the road, if there are more than three, it will be difficult for me to resist. ”

A creature with the artistic conception of half of the fire and mist, and the body is a fourth-level peak existence. Its own strength is already extremely strong, and the core disciple-level masters of the four major sects may not be able to cope with it, although Luoyang's current strength has skyrocketed several times, but it has encountered more than three mist creatures. I'm afraid it won't be any better.

"But now that I want to do so much, I just need to peel the illusion out of their attacks, and that's enough. ”

Illusory artistic conception. Luoyang itself has the sword momentum, but the combination of the illusion and the sword momentum is too close. It's flawless, so I want to peel it off. It's an extremely difficult thing to do.

But the artistic conception of fog is not, this artistic conception itself is very complex, not pure, and the artistic conception itself also contains some unstable factors, so it is easier to peel off the artistic conception you need from it.

The mist creature missed a single blow, and its body was not revealed at all, its aura was restrained, and it completely merged with the dense fog, and it was impossible to lock the direction at all.

Luoyang frowned slightly, the ability of the misty creatures to hide is very high, even their spiritual power cannot detect their figures, although their attack power may not be particularly top-notch, but the elusive ability is even more threatening.

"Forbidden!"

At this moment, a muffled voice suddenly came from the thick fog.

With Luoyang as the center, black shadows suddenly rose to the sky like a canopy in all directions, quickly isolating all the vague light outside, forming a black cage.

"One, two, three, four, a total of four creatures of fog. ”

The moment they attacked, these mist creatures finally showed a hint of clues, and Luoyang extended his spiritual power to the ground, and it was easy to find out their number.

"Four, it's over my limit. ”

However, for a while, Luoyang was not in a hurry, but looked at the dark curtain in the sky with burning eyes, and constantly analyzed the artistic conception of the fog contained in it.

"The joint attack of the four fog creatures, the artistic conception of the fog in this black curtain is only afraid that it is worth a fire, and now the opportunity is in front of you, even if you hold on for a quarter of an hour longer, it is also an opportunity. ”

In "Phantom Sound Dense Land", there is never any real limit, and all martial artists can do is to break their own bottlenecks one after another and completely force their potential out.

Airplanes!

The black curtain shrank suddenly, overwhelmingly pressing towards Luoyang, and the area below was full of illusory atmosphere, this black curtain was between the virtual and the real, and ordinary attacks hit it, and the effect was absolutely nothing.

Luoyang picked up the long sword in his hand, and a scarlet sword light slashed into the black curtain.

Burst!

The sword light directly annihilated and invisible, eroded by a faint layer of mist on the black screen, this incredible purification ability, even Luoyang, was a little surprised.

"Ordinary True Qi attacks have little effect, but as long as I am given a day, I can definitely strip out the illusionary artistic conception, and what I need to do now is to delay as much time as possible. ”

Luoyang's eyes flashed, and suddenly, the momentum was infinitely high, and the fierce sword momentum even pierced the black curtain above his head into a huge depression.

"Flowing clouds!"

The artistic conception of fire and the sword momentum fused, the power of the "Flowing Clouds and Shadows" had climbed to a new high, the sword qi vortex hovered in front of Luoyang's body, several zhang in size, countless sword qi spun rapidly in the vortex, rubbing out a blazing electric spark, and then the vortex shrank sharply, and a sword ray several zhang long shot out.

The rich fire vitality is attached to the sword, and the sword momentum of seventy percent of the fire has increased the penetration of the sword to the greatest extent, once the huge sword light appears, the fog around Luoyang is empty in a row, and the ground can not withstand the pressure of the sword, and it continues to sink, cracking countless deep gaps.

"Slash!"

The sword rose into the sky, piercing the sky.

At this moment, in the black curtain above, a huge mist-like ghost claw suddenly condensed, seven or eight feet long, and the ghost claw stretched out, covering the sky and the earth, and directly grabbed the sword under the lug.

Whoops!

The sword was grasped by the ghost claw in the palm of his hand, rubbing and squeezing each other, not giving in to each other, and the strong energy spread in all directions like ripples, so that the entire black curtain could not be reduced for a while.

"Good chance!"

What Luoyang has to do at this time is not to forcibly break through the shady curtain, but to seize any opportunity to constantly analyze the artistic conception contained in the shady, whether it is the artistic conception of fog or the artistic conception of illusion, it is a rare artistic conception for him.

The divine light in his eyes was like lightning, and Luoyang looked at the black curtain above his head with burning eyes.

Bang!

After holding on for a while, the sword was suddenly pinched and exploded by the ghost claw, but the violent explosion still blew the ghost claw into pieces, and in less than a moment, it was re-contained in the black curtain.

"As long as this shady curtain can't fall, then this place is an excellent place to cultivate, which can allow my cultivation in the artistic conception to improve by leaps and bounds, so I must not let the shady curtain fall. ”

The figure rose from the ground, and Luoyang continued to attack to ensure that this black curtain could not fall normally

Soon, five days had passed.

In the main hall of the Fire Pattern Clan, a group of elders and young geniuses still did not quit, because at this time, anyone was very concerned about the situation in the "Phantom Sound Dense Land", Tuoba Liuyun naturally did not need to say much, as a rare genius boy of the Fire Pattern Clan, he was the future of the Fire Pattern Clan, and what kind of height the Fire Pattern Clan could reach in the future depended on what kind of achievements this genius could achieve.

As for the other person, everyone was actually almost certain that he was dead inside, and the forty-day insistence, in the history of the Fire Pattern Clan, was an amazing and glamorous existence, but it could never be an alien martial artist in the early stage of the Transformation Yuan Realm.

"Patriarch, forty days have passed since the secret land was opened, and now only Liuyun and that kendo genius are still inside. However, I am worried that this kendo genius is likely to have fallen, and forty days has already exceeded his limit. If nothing happens, it should have come out a few days earlier. ”

The Great Elder sighed with emotion, a genius who comprehended the sword momentum, no matter which sect he placed in the Ximing Kingdom, was definitely a brilliant existence, but it was a pity that this sword genius did not seem to be very lucky, and in the face of a great opportunity, he failed to save his life.

"No one can draw any conclusions until the end of the day, Great Elder, true geniuses are always the best at breaking the limit, don't underestimate them. ”

Tuoba Hongshi said a few words rarely, and then kept silent, looking at the wall of conquest indifferently.

The Great Elder shook his head slightly, and he didn't quite agree with Tuoba Hongshi's words in his heart, although geniuses are indeed the best at breaking all kinds of rules and limits, but there is a degree of problem in this, for example, a top genius in the early stage of the Transformation Yuan Realm, can he still cross a big realm and countless small steps and defeat a martial artist of the Hundred Veins Realm?

"Brother Luoyang, nothing really happened to you, right?"

At this time, even Shi Yuanfeng, who was very confident in Luoyang, began to be worried.

Thirty days later, the vitality creatures in the "Phantom Sound Dense Land" have been promoted to the fourth-level peak existence that has comprehended the artistic conception of half of the fire, this kind of strength, even if it is one-on-one, is not inferior to the ordinary core disciples of the sect, once they meet several, then there is absolutely nothing else except for defeat

Within Midi.

In the thick fog area, a tattered and pale figure was squeezed into a small black space, with many wounds on his body, but his eyes were as bright as stars.

"The artistic conception of illusion, become!" (to be continued......)