Following the black mist, Sun Qian, who was on the edge, used her mana to ignite the mire talisman in her hand and threw it towards the black mist.

A large meadow shrouded in black fog, the soil turned into a swamp, and it became a swamp that everyone hated.

If it was usual, this would be a little trouble for immortal cultivators. After performing the wind resistance, the body is as light as a swallow, and it takes a little effort to get out.

However, being blinded by the black fog and being haunted by the ghosts, this little trouble turned into a big trouble.

Stuck in the quagmire, not to mention that it is difficult to move an inch, but it is also a restriction on flexible movement, and it is difficult to get rid of the entanglement and get out of the gloomy black fog.

"Ah, damn it, what bastard is this, I'm going to kill him!"

"Damn, the black rat that everyone shouts and beats, you dare to be so arrogant, don't let me see you!"

In the face of the ghostly attack that came and went without a trace, many of the monks present coped with it while complaining loudly about the threat.

In fact, they could all feel it, there were a lot of ghosts, but none of them were particularly powerful, and each monk who was shrouded in the black fog shared some of them, which was not enough to threaten their lives.

However, they can't ignore the potential threat of ghosts, and they are haunted all the time.

No one knows what will happen next.

The unknown is the scariest thing.

At this time, Qi Yun was ushering in his carnival.

Ding, touch the corpse successfully, get "Changchun Gong Experience", use it to get 8,000 experience points.

Ding, touch the corpse successfully, get the "Hammer Weapon Experience", use it to get 5,000 experience points.

Bite......

Bite......

In the midst of the scuffle, the dead monks lay on the ground, and the killers did not have a chance to touch the corpses.

Qi Yun touched the corpse, but took the sheep and got six storage bags, stuffing them in his arms to the brim.

Killing, touching corpses, summoning spirits, destroying corpses and destroying traces, one-stop service.

He didn't kill people, and he didn't need to destroy them. Touching the corpse is for the harvest, and the conjuring is also rewarding.

Holding the Soul Banner in his hand, he didn't need to cast a spiritualist spell, this top-level magic weapon came with this spell, and the black flag swept over the corpse, and the monk's soul was summoned.

It only takes a bit of cultivation to make the Imperial Soul Banner strengthen by a few points.

Of course, Qi Yun, who was very busy, would not forget the token of the Moon Worship Gate.

That's the goal of his trip.

Whoever holds it will be targeted by other monks. This thing became a hot potato, left in the center of the battlefield, and no one took it.

Qi Yun brought a black mist of yin qi that obscured his vision, and he wouldn't immediately face a siege when he got something, maybe he could fish in troubled waters and take it out.

It's not that there are no clever ones, on the contrary, there are many smart people!

At that time, a few people who were scuffling around the token found an opportunity to snatch it as soon as they found it.

Then, they fought right under Qi Yun's nose.

The scar-faced man also practiced some outer door exercises, and with a silver spear weapon in his hand, the gun was like a dragon and a move to kill him.

The horse-faced man used a pair of hammer magic weapons, and the imperial art controlled the two hammers, like a god descending to earth.

There is also a red-clothed female cultivator, who wields two thin sword magic weapons, and the angle of her attack is tricky, and the speed is extremely fast, and one can hit people hard without paying attention.

Each of the three wanted to keep the token for himself, but if anyone got closer to the token, he would be suppressed by the combined efforts of the other two.

For a time, a delicate balance was reached, and there was a stalemate.

"Hey, scar-faced man, from the beginning of the fight to the present, you have consumed a lot of mana, and your physical strength is almost unable to keep up!"

"I don't need you to worry about it, uncle's dual cultivation of martial arts is always better than you. If you die, I won't die. ”

Phew, if you die, Lao Tzu won't die...... The horse-faced man complained in his heart, but he didn't show it.

He also wanted to win over the other party: "I don't mean anything else, you and I have consumed a lot." This stinky woman has just arrived, and her mana is in full swing.

It's better for you and me to join forces, clean her up first, and then settle this account. ”

As soon as the words fell, the red-clothed nun leaned back vigilantly, and the two thin sword magic weapons restrained the fierce offensive and turned to defense.

When the scarface man saw this scene, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he seemed to be very interested in this proposal.

I can't continue to consume it, and if it continues to consume, I don't know what accidents will happen.

At the same time, the two of them turned the target of the attack to the red-clothed nun at the same time, not seeking to kill the enemy, but only to force him back.

The red-clothed nun did not retreat as they thought, on the contrary, there was a light of excitement in her eyes, and the two thin sword magic weapons were like a storm, killing the two of them.

"Who gave her the guts, I don't know if I live or die!" The scar-faced man admitted that the red-clothed nun and the two of them were roughly equal in strength.

It's okay to say that the red-clothed nun doesn't take the two of them together, and she will have to pay the price of her life over there.

The silver spear in his hand suddenly had a bloodthirsty excitement.

The gun is like a dragon, the heart is like iron, kill and kill!!

He was full of bloodthirsty emotions and didn't notice it. Twelve embroidery needles quietly came behind him.

There are two types of monks' attacks, one is to stand on the stake output and remotely control the magic weapon against the enemy. The strength exerted depends on the strength of the magic weapon and the amount of mana instilled.

The other type is similar to ordinary martial arts people, relying on their own hard as iron flesh. Holding the magic weapon in his own hands, he instilled mana at full power and exerted greater power.

The former sacrifices lethality and relatively ensures its own safety.

The latter sacrifices its own safety for the sake of lethality.

Scarface is the latter, he is very confident in his own strength, and he has no idea of putting a spell cover on himself.

I feel that maintaining the spell cover like that will not only consume more mana, but also sacrifice my flexibility, and the gains outweigh the losses.

However, not all of them will be above board.

Twelve embroidery needles, from the top of the head, neck, limbs, chest and abdomen, etc., are in full bloom.

A little bleak blood splashed out, and his body was paralyzed by pain for a moment, and the scar-faced man knew that he was on the road.

If you want to regret it, it's too late.

Staggered and fell to the ground.

"Damn, there's still someone!"

The horse-faced man sensed the fall of his temporary partner, and immediately used his mana to ignite the last life-saving talisman on his body.

An earthy yellow spell shield added to a pale gold defensive shield.

He knew that there were not just the three of them who were smart, there must be other people.

I never imagined that the scar-faced man, who was a little stronger, was actually attacked by someone.

He hadn't seen clearly what kind of magic weapon the enemy in the shadows was using to sneak attack.

The red-clothed nun didn't care about it, and pressed him with two fine sword magic weapons.

Hey, someone is secretly attacking, and they have to fight to the death, is it too long?

The horse-faced man scolded anxiously: "Crazy, all crazy, I quit and quit." ”

He had the idea of retreating, only defending and not attacking, and retreated to the perimeter while fighting. said that he would not fight, and just wanted to let himself go.

Come when you want, leave when you want, how can there be such a good thing?

The red-clothed nun gritted her silver teeth, and she didn't talk to him, pressing forward step by step, and she was bound to kill him.

The horse-faced man really has bitterness and can't say it, he just feels that he is really unlucky. actually ran into such a fool, can you commit it?

He also divided his mind to guard against a surprise attack that might come from the shadows.

Suddenly, there was a sound of ghostly screaming in the black mist behind him.

When I turned my head, I saw that there were more than ten powerful ghosts, surrounding them. The claws turned into yin qi were comparable to some claw-like magic weapons, leaving deep claw marks on his spell defense cover.

It only took two breaths for the outermost shield to shatter.

Demon monks, ghosts, these are all synonymous with not being easy to mess with. I used to hear about it, but now I've seen it.

The horse-faced man was shocked, and hurriedly took out a defensive weapon from the storage bag, an earthy yellow shield that could cover his chest and abdomen.

There are also a few sigils at the bottom of the box.

Bang, as he propped up his shield and threw out the talisman, the last spell defense shield on his body also shattered.

An ice pick passes through the ghost's body, bringing a little frost with it. The fireballs exploded on the ghosts, and they disappeared into the world as well.

Under the attack of the fierce ghost and the red-clothed nun, the horse-faced man struggled a little, but only allowed himself to survive a few more breaths in the world.

Before he fell unwillingly, he had only one thought: if he knew that he wouldn't save money, he would have bought all the fireball charms, and he wouldn't have died here.

Fire-type spells are the nemesis of the ghosts.

But who would have thought that he would encounter a demonic monk who manipulated powerful ghosts.

The red-clothed nun saw the last opponent fall, with a hint of a smile on her face: "Hey, Yan Shouyi, it's time to come out! You won't treat me as an enemy, will you?"

The red-clothed nun was Su Xiaoman who was separated in Guangnan Valley two weeks ago.

She really didn't expect to meet friends here, and once again fight side by side to destroy two enemies.

Qi Yun heard Su Xiaoman calling him, and finally checked the Moon Worship Gate token in his hand-

A high-grade ritual vessel that looks like the full moon of August 15, and there is a faint fluorescence on the magic weapon.

This is very in line with the style of the moon worship gate, what does the moon worship door worship if it doesn't worship the moon?

There is a prohibition on the ritual and cannot be stored in a storage bag. Qi Yun had no choice but to take it and go to meet his old friend.

"If you don't see each other for a day, how many autumns have we been apart?"

He laughed and teased, and then went to touch the corpse non-stop. Because he summoned half of the ghosts to deal with the horse-faced man.

The rest of the monks in the black mist gradually got rid of the entanglement, and they were constantly using the fireball technique to cause trouble for Qi Yun.

His time is running out, and he doesn't have time to catch up here.

Ding, touch the corpse successfully, get the "Flame Skill Experience", and use it to get 10,000 experience points.

Ding, touch the corpse successfully, get the "Gun Magic Weapon Experience", use it to get 9,000 experience points.

Bite......

Easily put away the storage bag and the ritual utensils scattered on the ground.

The mouth is romantic, but the body is very honest, Su Xiaoman silently complained in his heart when he saw this scene.

Qi Yun didn't know about her complaints, and used the soul banner in his hand to take away the souls of the two.

The powerful ghosts and ghosts hovering around it, like swallows returning to their nests, have thrown themselves into the soul flags.

After thinking about it, he said a few words to Su Xiaoman, and threw her a captured storage bag, which was counted as a reward for cooperation.

Then he stepped into the eerie black mist.

Su Xiaoman thought thoughtfully, swept the contents of the storage bag with his divine sense, and put them away with a happy face.

After another moment, most of the gloomy black mist dissipated, and the divine consciousness could sweep through it without hindrance.

The nearby monks did not forget the token of the Moon Worship Gate and approached here one after another.

"That Demon Monk ran away?"

"Where's the token?"

Some people asked questions, but some people were more clever, took out the letter search and looked at it, only to see a dim point of light, and ran to the east.

"Something has been snatched away, chase it!"

Some guys chased after them unwillingly, it was a token of the moon worship gate, the three major factions.

Regardless of whether the strength is enough or not, let's catch up first.

The awl-faced nun did not hang up in the melee and survived. Seeing the scar-faced man lying on the ground, he was stunned.

She couldn't believe that her man was dead, and she didn't want to believe it, but the facts were in front of her.

When the dwarf arrived, he found that the boss of his team was dead, and he shouted, "Boss, who killed you?"

After sweeping around, no one agreed, and it was impossible for anyone to agree, he stared at Su Xiaoman:

"Hey, that little lady in red, did you kill our boss?"

Su Xiaoman didn't bother to pay attention to him, turned around and left.

The dwarf stepped forward to chase after him, but someone next to him grabbed him: "Don't be stupid, the boss's body is full of ghost scratches, and his face is black, it must have been done by that demon monk." ”

"Damn, I must kill him and avenge the boss. The dwarf swore an oath, but did not move a minute.

Even their boss was killed, and he rushed to go, isn't that a death!

Recklessness is recklessness, and he's not stupid.

"Everyone, the thing must have been taken away by that Demon Dao monk, and he must not be allowed to cultivate the Immortal Sect. We should go to Weidao to eliminate demons as soon as possible, and also cultivate a bright and clear world in the immortal world. ”

A casual cultivator in blue clothes is probably stupid for reading, and he spoke impassionedly.

There was no one present, no one birded him.

"That demon monk has obtained the token, and he alone cannot defeat us all. We chase him and destroy him, and then decide where things belong. ”

The speaker ignored the reactions of the others, and with that, he led the two of them towards the east.

This statement was reasonable, and several people immediately chased after them and expressed their views with actions.

There were also some monks, frightened by the corpses all over the ground. In total, it has only been a long time for so many people to fall.

What if they catch up?

I didn't think about the cruelty of fighting for the token before, and I didn't have time to think about it when I got into the melee.

Calm down at the moment, they all feel scared.

After calming down a little, they scattered.

The monks gathered as quickly as they could, and left as quickly as possible, leaving only a mess behind.

The Three True Dao Masters turned to Ah Er and asked, "Are you sure that the Demon Dao monk who released the powerful ghosts is Yan Shouyi?"

"Of course, I can't be mistaken. He was with Sun Qian, lying on his stomach there, wanting to be a fisherman!" Ah Er pointed to a piece of grass and said indignantly.

There was a chance here that the two brothers had told them that the dog man and woman had come to help them, and had actually hid there trying to be fishermen.

It's really hateful.

"Demon Dao Cultivator? He definitely hasn't cultivated demonic skills. Something should have been taken by him, though. Master Fangzheng analyzed it meaningfully, lowered his head and recited the Buddha's name.