As he spoke, Nie Ya circled around the golden-faced demon, as if intentionally or unintentionally, driving and luring him in the direction of the Heavenly Master's Mansion.

"Good!" the golden-faced demon was furious, "since you want to die, then I will fulfill you today." As he spoke, he began to cast the spirit secret technique, and in an instant, he turned into tens of millions, and attacked Nie Ya.

......

Outside the Heavenly Master's Mansion, there was a hazy mist, and there seemed to be no end in sight.

In a flash, two figures galloped by, like an illusion.

Suddenly.

"Hahahaha......"

Horrible laughter came from the mist.

"This Nie Tooth, with this little means, wants to block us, it's really a fool's dream!"

It was Xuechen's voice.

He was dressed in a blood-red robe, and his cold and arrogant perseverance was in the white mist. Looking at it coldly, it looks like a bloody man and a devil.

"The method of mist-obstructing the eyes is also trying to block the powerhouse of the God Realm, which is simply beyond our strength. Serum Yang's eyes shot out two red fierce lights, staring at the white mist in front of him, and said to his father beside him.

"Yes, do you know what I'm most worried about?" said Xuechen as he watched his son's serum.

"What?" asked Serum Jan.

"I'm afraid that Nie Ya's kid is lying, your sister Qingyun's soul, he didn't save it at all, he just fooled us, wanted us to help him out of the siege, and then find a chance to slip away. Xuechen's suspicions were not unreasonable, for their father and son, this small fog array in front of them was really nothing.

Because this formation looks too ordinary, the strength of the person who puts down such an ordinary small formation will inevitably not be too strong. Moreover, Nie Ya also said that as long as he is in this formation, he is invincible, which makes Xuechen and his son think that he is bragging.

"It's possible, but no matter what, since we're here, we have to go first and take a look, and when we check if it's true, it's not too late to go back and settle accounts with him. Serum Yang strode towards the mist.

"Well, look at the moment, that's all. Hmph!" Xuechen clenched his fists, "This Nie Tooth is too simple, he thinks that he can get rid of us if he escapes from the Aodong people, it's just a fool's dream." He didn't think about it, since we could take him out of the hands of the Aodong people, we would definitely be able to capture him. ”

Serum Yang also said: "Yes, he can't deal with the person he can't deal with, we can settle it with a move, how can he play us? But the golden-faced demon is indeed good, if we really fall for his tricks and fight with the golden-faced demon, then he may really have a chance." ”

"Reasonable......

The eyes of the father and son both had blood light shooting out, and in these piercing eyes, the mist was indeed not worth mentioning.

But this pointless fog caused them to fly more than 80,000 miles, and they still didn't reach the Heavenly Master's Mansion.

Flying around, spinning around, still in place.

Xuechen was the first to notice that something was wrong, and said to his son, "It's not right! ”

"How is this possible? Our eyesight, even tens of thousands of feet deep underground, can see clearly, this mist, can Ann obscure our vision?"

"But our speed, we should have flown tens of thousands of miles, how could we still be outside the big array?" Xuechen tried to take a step back, and suddenly the clouds were light and the fog dissipated.

"Ahh

Xuechen hurriedly took another step forward, and the boundless mist was once again overwhelming.

However, Serum Jan is still nowhere to be seen.

Xuechen's eyes widened, and two red thunderbolts were released, patrolling and looking around.

The heavy white mist, under these eyes, became like clear water, unobscured.

Front and back, left and right, up and down, there is no half-human shadow.

Xuechen suddenly felt anxious, "Qingyang, Qingyang...... Serum Jan, where are you? Serum Jan......"

There was a dead silence around, and there was not a single sound. Occasionally, a mist turned into a human form, like thousands of troops, galloping and roaring, like a huge battlefield, with countless casualties. Occasionally, a mist turns into mountains, rolling and towering.

Xuechen didn't care about appreciating these, and galloped all the way forward, roaring as he went, watching as he went. But there was still no trace of Serum Yang, let alone his voice.

"Ha!" Xue Chen was really angry at this time, "Nie Ya, I'll call you dead!"

He opened his mouth wide, his eyes widened, "Roar!" He took a sharp sip, used all his strength, and sucked in hard.

I saw that the thick mist, like a sea of clouds churning, rivers pouring back, bunches, surging into his mouth.

The power that was close to the eighteen heavens suddenly gasped, and just one breath was enough to suck the air on tens of thousands of gas planets dry.

If it were a star like the sun, it would have to suck in dozens of stars.

With such power, the surrounding fog was instantly wiped clean, and even the surrounding air became extremely thin, almost in a state of vacuum.

However, how magnificent is the whole fairy dust! How big is the size of a few tiny stars?

In an instant, the air is replenished from the high pressure to the low pressure.

Instantly, a billowing mist formed around it.

Yang soul power, qi power, and courage power, cultivated to the limit, can all be created, with the ability of void creation, but without the power of complete destruction.

The billowing mist that he inhaled into his body could not disappear out of thin air, he controlled it for a while, and he couldn't control it for a lifetime.

"Poof!" When the fog cleared, everything he saw didn't change at all, and he could only spit out the fog and air again.

Whew, whirring, whistling winds, and high-pressure air currents not only failed to dissipate the fog, but made the surrounding fog thicker.

The thick fog turns into yin and yang, breeds two instruments, and changes are thousands, such as stars and rains, thunder and lightning, and in an instant, it seems that countless tiny worlds are born.

The space shook violently, then fell silent again.

"Son, Qingyang, Serum Yang, good son, where are you?" Xuechen shouted desperately, and his voice gradually became sad. In his heart, he also hated Nie Ya even more.

"Why? How could a guy who didn't even have a heavy purgatory soul power be so powerful? The black dragon back then was just like that, how could he be so strong? By the way, it's yin soul power, it's yin soul power......

"The power of the yin soul is really powerful, it turns out that the horror of this power is not just power, it's really terrifying, it's really terrifying, it's really terrifying......"

Xuechen became frightened again, and extreme fear then turned into extreme anger.

This is a strong man, and the limit of what can be adjusted has been adjusted.

In the most desperate and fearful time......

For example, if you encounter a ghost fire on the road in the middle of the night, evil spirits, beasts, or evil demons, they scare you, bully you, or even want to eat you, you might as well try to adjust your emotions.

Mobilize all the unfairness and grievances you have encountered in this life, and try to turn yourself from fear to anger, and maybe you can temporarily have the power of God to block and kill God, and ghosts to kill ghosts.

"Fury Fist!" All the anger was transformed into power at this moment, and with the power of its own qi and blood, it burst out.

This is a devastating punch, any skill, any fancy thing, under the bombardment of this punch, it no longer has any meaning.

In the face of absolute power, everything becomes meaningless.

Only with the same force can it be blocked.

Buzz, in the big array, at first, there was only a faint beep.

Then, the earth trembled slightly, and the buzzing gradually became dull, and finally disappeared.

A space in the Great Array. Lan Yu was in retreat to practice the art of purgatory, and when he heard this faint buzzing sound, he opened his eyes violently, "Someone is attacking the big formation." ”

In front of him, a flat stone plate the size of a millstone disc was densely packed with spell writing. From the inside to the outside, it is divided into countless layers, each of which can't help but rotate, whirring, whirring, with a faint air current.

In the center of the stone disk, a mixture of cyan and purple crystals floated.

Originally, it was only the size of a fingernail, but it continued to grow and grow, and just before the concussion, it was the size of a fist.

It was just a shock, and then, it was reduced by a fifth.

"It's so much consumed!" Lan Yu's eyes widened.