The white-robed golden immortal relaxed because of this.

He thought it was just a kind of mist, and he thought it was just a sudden change in the weather caused by his and Zhang Xiaofang's mana being too strong.

After all, in the contest between the strong, there is often such a situation, even much more serious than the current situation, but now it just causes a fog, often the strong fight, can always lead to wind, rain, thunder and lightning, more than a long time......

So, he didn't care about the fog.

In order to see Zhang Xiaofang's death more clearly, he passed through the fog and landed downward, wanting to see Zhang Xiaofang more clearly, after all, this was the first time he had fought with demons.

The white-robed golden immortal had already identified Zhang Xiaofang as a demon from the Demon Domain of the Eight Desolate Mountains.

For the legends of the Three Realms, he heard far more than Zhang Xiaofang, and according to the legends he learned about the demon race, he was sure that Zhang Xiaofang was a demon nine times out of ten.

This is also why he already thinks that Zhang Xiaofang is dead, and he still wants to see Zhang Xiaofan's appearance clearly.

The demon race, the legendary race, has ignited irrepressible curiosity even in the always indifferent world.

Through the fog, he gradually saw Zhang Xiaofang again, it was almost not like a person anymore, the human skeleton was soft, and there was a posture that could not be done, and now Zhang Xiaomad's posture was a kind of living person that would never be able to do, which showed that the bones of his whole body were almost broken, so that he could fold his feet into his head and fold his right arm backwards behind his back...... It's definitely like a clay figure that has been thrown to the ground and collapsed into a lump.

The white-robed golden immortal shook his head slightly, revealing a smug smile, he was more confident in his mana, he even felt that he was a little ruthless, although this arrogant appearance looked terrifying, but after all, he only had the cultivation of the realm of the Seven Yao Gang Soul Fusion Realm, and the gap with himself was too big, not to mention that he had already been hit by his mana before.

But no matter what, he killed Zhang Xiaomad after all, this person who has been destroying them recently, is actually a demon, presumably even if it is a demon, his body can also help the Holy Venerable provide some energy, so he is ready to bring Zhang Xiaomad back, and a more important reason is that he can show off and kill a demon by himself.

After all, the demons used to be a race that competed with the gods.

Thinking of this, the white-robed golden immortal fell into the dead and wounded, and gently used his mana, wanting to collect Zhang Xiaoyan's body and take it away.

However, he suddenly felt that his mana was a little disobedient, and for some reason, the operation of the meridians in the body of the true yuan seemed to be hindered by something, and he couldn't gather it in his palm for a while.

The white-robed golden immortal was stunned, and finally realized that something was wrong.

He looked at Zhang Xiaofang with a pair of sparkling eyes, condensed his eyebrows, and said angrily: "You are not dead yet?"

Of course, Zhang Xiaofang is not dead, this fog has always been drawn with internal breath, and it is precisely because of his supreme mana "Fog Illusion Shattering Void".

The essence of the mana of the mist is not the previous acquisition of the mana, but the mist generated after the manga and the magic force are touched.

Although Zhang Xiaofang didn't know why, his cultivation had increased, but the pre-move of casting the Mist Illusion Shattering Void Spell had become weaker, even weaker than any of his previous spells, which made him fall to the ground and become a puddle of mud.

But he didn't die, he just almost died.

Now, Zhang Xiaofang finally moved, his limbs that were randomly superimposed in an incredible posture were actually fine, and in a gurgling rhythm, he began to stretch and recover.

The white-robed golden immortal watched Zhang Xiaofang's slow and strange movements at the moment, but he couldn't do anything, because at this moment, he felt that not only was the true qi in his body unable to run arbitrarily, but even his body seemed to be out of his control.

"You...... You're not dead?" Fortunately, the white-robed golden immortal could still speak, so he finally stopped being so cold, and finally let out a surprised voice.

Zhang Xiaofang slowly returned to his human form, slowly stood up, and began to bloom with that terrifying purple and black aura around his body, his eyes were still blood-red, and he said to the white-robed golden immortal with no reduction in anger: "Tell me, where is that bastard of the Yuan-devouring evil saint!"

He didn't care what the white-robed golden immortal said, he just wanted to know what he wanted to know.

The white-robed Jin Immortal and Zhang Xiaofang also have the same temperament, even if he can't move now, he still doesn't have the slightest fear, the surprise just now has long been fleeting, because his surprise just now is not because Zhang Xiaomad is terrible, just because Zhang Xiaomad is still alive makes him feel surprised.

Seeing Zhang Xiaofang standing up, they all arrived in front of him, and he also showed an arrogant attitude, and the white-robed golden immortal had already understood that these fogs were not weather changes caused by the comparison of strong people, but Zhang Xiaofang's strange spells.

"I should have discovered that this was not a pure fog, because there is rarely a purple and black mist in the world, and it was my own negligence!" said the white-robed golden immortal, and suddenly his body shook, and a dazzling white light suddenly burst out from the inside out, quickly forming a protective barrier for himself.

"Do you think that if I neglect for a while, you will be able to take advantage of it?" he said coldly: "No matter how strange and unpredictable your demon spells are, the crushing of the cultivation realm is an immutable law within the universe, so you still put away your arrogance and wait for death obediently!"

Zhang Xiaofang still didn't care what he said, as if he didn't care that the white-robed golden immortal had broken free from the fog, and continued to ask in a rough and violent voice: "Tell me, where is that bastard thing of the Yuan Devouring Evil Saint!"

The white-robed golden immortal sneered and said, "After you die, I will naturally take you to see the Holy Venerable!"

As soon as the words fell, the white-robed golden immortal suddenly spun into a cloud of white light under the protection of the white light, and this light was about to go to Peng, as if he was about to break through the endless fog and envelop Zhang Xiaofang.

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaofang also roared angrily: "It's impossible to kill me, since you don't say it, let me kill you first!"

He did not flinch in the face of the rapidly growing white light, but stretched out his arms, as if he wanted to embrace this vast white light.

But he's not embracing the white light, he's manipulating the fog and triggering the final attack of the Mist Shattering Sky spell.

The endless mist began to shrink, and in the blink of an eye, the sky returned to clarity, and all the mist gathered towards the white-robed golden immortal......

(End of chapter)