After several attacks, the thick and heavy curse mist seemed to fade, fluttering around the small Pingchuan, and the thousands of huge peaks were hidden in the thick fog. Brown peaks www.biquge.info the pen and the fun pavilion appeared above the thick fog.

The crimson sun shines through the fainter and lighter fog, illuminating the drifting, flowing mist.

Wen Xuan twitched the corners of his mouth and looked back at the ten great sages behind him, "That holy friend made the first move"?

Ou Feng raised his eyes and looked at the sky without saying a word.

Wen Xuan knew that he would not make a move, and he did not look at Ou Feng squarely, sweeping away other incarnation-level saints, and now, the powerhouse of the holy domain had to make a move, and if he continued to fight like this, it would not be long before the seeds of the saint clan would be broken.

"I'll do some tricks." The bamboo hairpin bundled saint priest fled in front of the saints, and a fragrance different from the orchid wood wafted in. Several Sages couldn't help but dodge.

"Poison Saint" Xing Tian's eyelids jumped for a while, and he secretly shouted in his heart: "It's over, it's over"!

Xing Tian is one of the three major medicine venerables of the Holy Sword Mountain Medicine Peak, and he smells the Holy Domain with poison, but few sages know his name, so he refines medicine all year round and does not go out of the peak. But among the Great Sages, it is extremely famous. This time, at the invitation of Shengyun City, he came to Qingcheng to study the poison of the curse insect, and he rarely showed up, and he was rarely known.

This saint has the nickname of "Baili Ku", although the realm is only the second order of incarnation, the great sage sees that he is polite and gives three points, and no one wants to be poisoned by him in an unknown way, and even the great sage hears his voice and hides a hundred miles away.

Xing Tian shook the "Xingyun Suit", and fled to the saints with a big belly. Several Sages couldn't help but take a few steps back and hide in the Holy Group.

Xing Tian smiled, glanced at the moving holy group, patted the holy bag, and took out a green bead. With a flick, a green light flew into the foggy mountains.

Ten green lines shot out from the green light cluster, instantly penetrating the hundred-mile fog domain. The sky dome where the evening clouds gradually close, and the blue glass fades. Crystal beads inhaled a dark mist. The green line of light disappeared without a trace. Far and near, the solemn mountain peaks reflected a green light, with distinct layers, thick and faint, deep and light green, dyed all over the dark fog area.

The fog was silent, silent, deathly, and only the slight gasps of the sage behind him could be heard.

After a few hours,

Xing Tian half-squinted his eyes, stretched out his hand and grabbed the fog domain, the phantom big hand flew into the fog, the claw shape was closed, and ten green rays flashed again, the net shrank in the fog domain, the red light flashed, and a red line flew out of the fog domain and landed in Xing Tian's hand.

After staring at the red bead in his hand for a few breaths, Xing Tian's face changed slightly, and he chuckled in his heart, but he didn't even collect a drop of foreign poison.

The solidified mist lost its adhesion and gradually flowed in the valley of the mountain shadow, as if a boat was sailing in a foggy river, and the sound of the waves in the stone crevices could not stop singing.

"That turtle son is using poison again"? A shrill scolding sound came out of the fog, like a crack in the fog.

The Great Sage, who had been staring at the changing fog and shadow, suddenly felt a dizziness in his divine sense, and hurriedly suppressed his frantic divine consciousness, and his face became white and miserable. In a panic, he stared at the stone peak where the fog was no longer visible.

Ten miles away, six blood-colored bone spurs were supported on the stone rock like a banner, squirming forward little by little, and the blood on the thorn blade flashed with red light dripping blood, like countless blood beads hanging on the leafless bald branches.

Xing Tian's holy body trembled slightly, and retreated step by step, not that Xing Tian wanted to retreat, a terrifying aura, like an invisible fog, rushed to his face. Xing Tian's face trembled with fine lines, and the pain of the tear had to make him retreat step by step.

In the three thousand years since entering the incarnation realm, Xing Tian felt fear for the first time, that chilling aura, he couldn't breathe when he was depressed, condensed his divine consciousness to resist the coercion, and the more his divine consciousness resisted, the more sleepy he felt.

"The little saint is late again, and the war is over. Mother's blood didn't even leave a little blood food for the spirit." Supporting the flagpole bone spur shadow swayed forward, hidden behind the stone, unable to see the insect shadow clearly.

Wen Xuan and other saints listened to the wood, and the whole holy body was pumping. The Lingqi in his hand trembled, not wanting to tremble, hearing the sound of insects that knew the holy language, Wen Xuan was so shocked that he was numb, and he didn't know what to do.

Ou Feng didn't know when he was covered with a big bell shadow, stretching his neck to stare at the six blood thorns ten miles away, his eyes were piercing red. Trembling repeated: "Séance".

"Drop your mother's head and send me a blood food, or this worm will gnaw your braincase first." A spiritual pressure collided with the bell shadow above Ou Feng's head, and with a bang, Ou Feng flew away like an arrow from the string.

"Damn, the spirit blood sense is so domineering? my day, he dares to escape"! The insects behind the stone kept cursing, and the thorns flashed, and they escaped into the light mist of the distant region. Ignore the escaped European style.

"One...... Four...... Ten! Hey, hey, there's still ten wisps of blood to taste." The bone spur was picked and shook on Wen Xuan's head, but it didn't fall.

A stream of stinky sweat trickled down Wen Xuan's face, instantly soaking through the battle armor, and dripping ice water fell on the armor, ticking his feet and face.

Wen Xuan wanted to hide, there was a chance to hide, the blood-red bone spurs fell with the sound, the tip of the thorn had already fallen on the tip of the nose, and if it fell a little more, he would have to break his head through his chest.

"Damn, it's the poison you put it." Suddenly, the bone spur moved and hit the tip of Xing Tian's nose, and drops of blood flowed down his nostrils.

Xing Tian originally retreated step by step, but he didn't dare to escape like Ou Feng, he wanted to escape! I just don't know if he would be so lucky, there is no other! The curse insect in front of him that does not appear is not a worm in the same realm, and it is not below the fifth order of blood coagulation just by breath.

Two strands of plasma fell on the front of Xing Tiansheng's clothes, and there was a slight coolness, and the "Xingyun Suit" and "Soft Silk Armor" on his chest were cut by the fierce stabbing wind, leaving a long blood line on Bai Huahua's belly.

"Damn, don't be stunned, hand over all the poison." The bone spur fell, picked up the holy bag on Xing Tian's waist, and dangled it in front of Xing Tian's face.

Xing Tian stared at his blood-red eyes as if he was suffocated, his face was as swollen as a pig's liver, and he couldn't understand why this insect liked poison. No wonder the "blood stealing poison" that was thrown into the mist was useless, and the curse poison was not sucked from the blood food of the curse worms.

With a flash of divine consciousness, the holy bag exploded like an explosion, and tens of thousands of poisons fell into the airspace.

The curse insect behind the blood-colored stone rock screamed, and the bloody bone spurs disappeared. A blood shadow flew out a hundred miles away.

Xing Tian shuddered, but didn't dare to escape. Staring straight at the blood-colored insect shadow hundreds of miles away, six blood thorns danced out six blood rays in the airspace, and the sky was cut into six blood cracks that ran through the black curtain.

The forbidden slave pulled the blood-red skull chain crystal hammer and escaped out of the airspace, and escaped in front of Xing Tian with a breath, staring at Xing Tian with bloody eyes. "Old immortal, don't stare at me, be careful that I knock on your skull".

Xing Tian's pig liver face changed, and Mu Na stood still. Although the Blood Shadow Curse Worm escaped a hundred miles away, at such a close distance, the Blood Shadow Curse Worm wanted to kill itself, only in a thought, but it was just ...... , Xing Tian couldn't figure out what was going on.

The forbidden slave pulled the blood skull chain crystal hammer and escaped into the poison room in the airspace, and with a grasp of the crystal hand, several poisons fell into the big hands. Hehe, hehe, hey, and flipped in the poison heap again.

I saw that the hand of the forbidden slave holding the poison turned black for a while, and was washed away by ice white for a while, and the poison in his hand became more and more, but there was no discomfort at all. Instead, he whistled excitedly.

The forbidden knowledge slave flipped through for a while, and it seemed that there was no more poison available, and he fled to Xing Tian's side in a flash, staring at the bean eyes, and facing Xing Tian's brain. "Old fellow, hand over any poison."

"No ......!" Xing Tian shuddered a word, and the rest of the words were silent. Xing Tian was a little confused, why did a spiritual object appear again, it seems that he had heard of it somewhere.

"Not as big as you......". The forbidden knowledge slave picked up the chain crystal hammer to smash Xing Tian, and glanced back at the distant domain. He retracted the hammer shadow again, and said, "Next time I see this spirit, pay some protection money."

"Ah......h What is this?

"Refreshing, I like to deal with sages like you." The forbidden slave smiled happily, and his little eyes narrowed into a slit.

The ice shadow flashed and fled to Wenxuan.

The Blood Shadow Curse Worm slowly escaped, and the huge blood shadow covered half of the sky. Under the miserable moon shadow, the blood shadow thorn can reflect the shadow of the saint.

"Snow slave, don't fucking take advantage, your master ordered you to go back." The Blood Shadow Curse Worm roared angrily.

The Forbidden Slave pulled the Blood Skull Chain Crystal Hammer and disappeared into the airspace.

Three bloody eyes traced the ten Great Sages, and their chelices grunted.

"Hey, I've met you in my life, and I can't suck a mouthful of blood." There was a scolding sound in the fog, and it sank into the fog as it drifted away.

The mist and ice that filled the mountains condensed into a cold wind, hissing and blowing on the robes of the saints. The sky gradually cleared up with the morning breeze.

In the airspace, countless "Nine Ring Defense" light clusters stopped in the air, reflecting dazzling white light under the scorching sun.

The sages in the near region stared at the Brown Blood Mountain Domain one by one with obsessed eyes, blurry, and lost.

The long stone mountain, the red light reflects the sky, and the eye is endless. There is no shadow of a curse worm at all.

The near region is confused, and the sages in the far region are hesitant, not knowing what to do, and they can't wait for the horn of attack. I can only tense my nerves and wait, I don't know what happened in the past, why is it so quiet, what are you waiting for?

Suddenly, an old voice echoed in the airspace. "Withdraw"!

Wen Xuan finally came to his senses at this time, and his legs were not working well in a cold sweat, as if he had collapsed.

The boundless Saint clan clan disappeared into the airspace in a flash, leaving only the hollow sound of the wind and a wisp of insect breath in the dark mountain field.

In the Qingcheng Xuanling Palace, hundreds of great sages had cold faces, their eyes were full of doubts, and they stared at the medicine magpie with a grim expression, "Is this true?"

The sages asked more than once, but the medicine magpie was silent, and when he replied again, his tongue would be ground off.

Yi Xiao pulled his face, his fingers tapped on the crystal case, and stared at the "Sacrifice Altar" in the distance