There was already a mist at the summit.

However, there is no special power in the fog, and the monk can see through the environment in the fog by casually casting a small method.

Moreover, as the demon cultivators gathered in the courtyard of the peak and held a golden pond feast, the dense fog had already been expelled.

At this time, there were ink clouds again, and the group cultivators immediately used their magical powers, but they were stunned to find that the ink clouds could not only isolate the detection of divine thoughts, but also had the power of automatic aggregation, driving the wind technique to blow away the clouds.

This means that the peak has become a labyrinth, and the vast majority of the demon cultivators present have become 'blind', and their situation is extremely passive, they are afraid of being ambushed, so they have to leave the courtyard until they break out of the area blocked by the ink clouds, wandering around the periphery, and temporarily waiting for the change.

Counting the number of demon cultivators who fled, there were about one hundred and ten.

They are forced out of the peak, it is inevitable to make a big fuss, and reach a tacit understanding in the fastest time, this situation must be unanimous and united, otherwise today will definitely be a chicken and eggs, and no benefits will be obtained.

"Who the hell is unleashing the ink mist?"

"Whoever stays on the top of the mountain and can't come out has something to do with the ink mist! Anyway, there must be an old demon who forgets the sun, and that old thing loves to make it the most, maybe it is the mastermind!"

"It doesn't matter if he is the mastermind or a helper, if he dares to eat alone, he should be eaten alive, fellow Daoists, there are less than ten people left on the top of the mountain at present, no matter how strong their magical powers are, as long as we join forces to besiege them, they must die!"

"The key ink mist area stretches for miles, if they insist on escaping, it won't be easy for us to intercept it!"

The demon cultivators were talking a lot, how to besiege those bastards who ate alone on the peak, they didn't have a good plan.

At this time, Di Ling and the Ice Moth Fairy of the Trap Castle made a grand appearance and said to Qunjian: "The Ink Mist area is indeed relatively vast, but we are so numerous that we can completely divide the way! My wife and I have a trap umbrella in our hands, this treasure is specially used to fix the whirlpool waves of the Shengteng River, and it can also restrain the Five Elements Escape Technique, and my wife is willing to guard the east side of the Ink Mist area!"

As soon as they mobilized in this way, they immediately attracted a group of responses: "Okay! The old man is from the Owl Whale Castle, and he has a whale roar gong, as long as it hangs in the west direction, it is guaranteed that they cannot cross the thunder pond by half a step!"

At present, the troops were divided into four routes, and a layer of iron walls and iron walls were built on the periphery of the entire mountain peak.

When the ink mist cleared, it was time for them to join forces to snipe.

But will the Monk of the Mist give them their wish?

'Goo!'

'Goo!'

In the ink mist at this moment, the sound of this toad is endless, echoing repeatedly on the peak.

The ink mist can isolate divine thoughts, but it can't obscure Ding Xing's demon eye searchlight.

I saw Ding Xing open the third glance in front of his forehead, and followed the sound source to probe over, his gaze penetrated the heavy ink mist, and soon fell on a baby-like monster.

At this glance, Ding Xing was really surprised, the appearance outline of the monster was seven or eight points similar to the little book demon.

The two little demons are the same height, with hands and feet, and they are both humanoid demon bodies, like human babies.

But the little book demon's complexion is pure white, but the little demon is born black and does not slip away, just like the ink solidifies and forms, the same color as Ding Xing's mud soldiers, even the eyes are pitch black, except for the white teeth that are revealed when he opens his mouth, there is no other color.

The little book demon had two tentacles on his forehead, and after rushing up to the third-order demon, a crescent mark appeared at the center of his eyebrows, but the little ink demon's head was bare and nothing.

However, there are two black belts fluttering on the back of the little ink demon, Ding Xing looked at it intently, and found that the black belt grew out of the back of the little ink demon, and it looked very similar to the tentacles of the squid demon fish.

Ding Xing couldn't identify the origin of the little ink demon, but a premonition welled up in his heart, that is, the little ink demon and the little book demon had the same demon blood.

Perhaps the two of them were from the same ethnic group.

Ding Xing wanted to get closer and find out the difference between the two little demons thoroughly.

There was a thud in my ears.

He looked sideways and saw that it was a finger-long flying knife, the blade flashed blood, and it was thrown in the air, but there was a falling treasure ink ruler hanging above his head, and the ruler force shrouded the Guangyuan lotus platform under his feet, and the flying knife was just close to his side, and the blood disappeared instantly, and with a snap, it fell on the table.

"Luo Baomo, you even have this kind of treasure! It seems that you are the second Mo Qiuzi that the old man has encountered!" The shrill voice of the old demon of Forget Yang resounded all around.

Ding Xing looked around and found four or five similar figures from the ink mist, all of which were from the Old Demon of Forgotten Sun.

Ding Xing is no stranger to this kind of shadow supernatural power, when he was outside the floating Nine Palace Cave Mansion of the iceberg, that demon cultivator Si Rong had used a magic flag, which could divide more than ten fake bodies, and then Si Rong died, and the magic flag was obtained by Ding Xing, and he also drove this flag to fight with Chao Raid, but unfortunately it was destroyed in Chao Raid's hands.

However, after losing the magic flag, Ding Xing refined a magic eye and specialized in breaking this kind of shadow supernatural power.

He only opened and closed the third eye, and he took a picture of the true body of the old demon who forgot the sun.

"Huh, you magic eye ......" The old demon of Forget Yang seemed to be familiar, he must have seen similar magic eyes in the past, but he no longer had a chance to inquire with Ding Xing.

As soon as his true body revealed its original form, there were twelve tall mud soldiers surrounding him, rushing at his body without fear of death, he screamed strangely, quickly pinched out a jade talisman, smashed it under his feet, and quickly fled away.

But the ink mist area is only a few miles of space at the top of the peak, he can't run too far, when the body is exposed again, the mud soldiers have already chased and killed, he can't help but sigh secretly, if this batch of mud soldiers is not solved, he has no way to launch an effective attack on Ding Xing.

Ding Xing didn't want to entangle with him, so he released all the mud soldiers in one go.

This time to participate in the Golden Pond Banquet, Ding Xing was to take away the Golden Pond Terrace in order to find out the clues of the Sect Relic Palace, he saw that the old demon of Lethe Yang was temporarily blocked by the mud soldiers, and immediately fell into the air and landed outside the Golden Pond Terrace.

At this time, the seal text on the wall of the pond is already golden and prosperous, and the heart of the pool is rising and shrinking rapidly, and it has begun to manifest itself, and Ding Xing sends the power of the micro hexagram to the pool, forcibly interrupting the work of the diviner.

Seeing that Ding Xing came to make trouble again, Mo Qiuzi secretly scolded the old devil of Forget Yang for not working hard, knowing that this old devil could not be counted on, and he wanted to take the golden pond away tonight, so he had to deal with Ding Xing in person.

"Mo'er, come back!"

He first recalled the little ink demon, made a gesture, stretched out his five fingers, and clenched them into fists, which means 'entangled'.

The little ink demon cooed, with a clear anthropomorphic demeanor, and the two black belts on its back shone brightly in an instant, and quickly extended, rising to a length of several zhang, like two twisted long snakes, swimming and flying around it.

It aimed at Ding Xing viciously, and was about to throw the black belt out, but saw a white object suddenly pop out in front of Ding Xing, shouting 'yaa' in his mouth, his eyes suddenly looked at it, and the two demons couldn't help but be stunned in place, all of them looked confused.

The little book demon looked at it for a moment, then turned his head to indicate to Ding Xing, the little black baby seemed to be a relative.

Ding Xing shook his head: "It's the enemy! If you don't fight it, it will come to fight you!"

The little book demon held his mouth, hugged his arm, and just didn't move, this was the first time it was disobedient since it followed Ding Xing.

At first, the little ink demon was also a manifestation of picking, but it was a demon slave, Mo Qiuzi recited a forbidden spell a little, and it opened its teeth and claws to attack.

The little book demon didn't want to fight, but when he saw the little ink demon kill him, he suddenly lost his temper, and the crescent moon in front of his forehead shot out, who knew that the little ink demon was carrying the manifestation demon technique, and the demon body collapsed instantly, turning into a cloud of ink mist, and when the crescent moon pierced out of the fog, the demon body was condensed again, and this trick to dodge can be described as superb.

The little ink demon dodged a blow and immediately released the black belt, but before it could entangle the little book demon, he saw two light needles suddenly shoot out from the little book demon's forehead, piercing through the black belt, and slashing hard, only to hear a snap!

The two demons fought back and forth a few times, but it was a win-or-loser, which can be described as an opponent in chess.

That Mo Qiuzi looked at the two demons fighting together, and his heart had already set off a monstrous wave: "Is this a moon paper beast? Who is this person, who actually hatched the palace guarding moon beast?"

(There are only these two changes today.) ）