Nie Tooth danced wildly, splitting the corner of the poisonous miasma, but this poisonous miasma was boundless, endless, at the beginning of the breath, a split was scattered, and the back gradually became hard, like a solid, sticky and powerful, to the back, it was harder than steel.

Of course, Nie Ya can hold his breath, but the poison of the Qing Cang Miasma does not require breathing to cause poisoning, as long as someone touches him a little, he can be poisoned.

No matter how fast Nie Ya is, he can't escape the poisonous miasma of the fivefold world.

Qing Cang gradually gained the upper hand, he knew that Nie Ya had been poisoned by him, and his life was not long, so he was overjoyed and said: "Haha, come on, stinky boy, isn't it desperate......?"

He laughed, both crazy and hateful, Nie Ya's body gradually disobeyed, although the two were only a few feet apart, but the high-pressure poisonous miasma had wrapped around Nie Ya, making it difficult for him to move an inch.

Under the pressure of the Five Heavens, the poisonous miasma is like the sea, it is bigger than the sea.

Under this pressure, both solid and liquid will slowly lose their meaning and will become part of the turbid miasma......

Nie Ya was fully supported by the Yin Soul Power of nearly a layer of purgatory, but he could only barely deal with the toxins and pressure, so his body also began to fester, and the abominable Qing Cang was still standing intact, as if he was not injured at all.

Nie Ya scolded him endlessly, but after hearing it, he just wanted to laugh, because he knew that only people who had no skills were quick to speak and wanted to hurt people with their mouths.

Qing Cang's laughter suddenly stopped, because he found that Nie Ya's scolding was too ugly, and Nie Ya was indeed very good at scolding, and he was very skillful in scolding. Qing Cang couldn't help but want to go over and slap him......

This power is already Qingcang's, so of course he can walk over easily, and high pressure is ineffective for him.

But as soon as he walked over, a stream of blood sword suddenly erupted, and Nie Ya's arm had already detached from his body under this high pressure, but he still swung it, and the sword flashed, and the blood sword spurted out.

This knife was about to cut off Qing Cang's head, but because he dodged it in time, this knife did not cut Qing Cang's head, but cut off one of his arms.

Under Qing Cang's anger, he increased the poisonous miasma, to the limit of what he could bear, and said loudly: "Little goblin, you dare to cut off Lao Tzu's arm!"

He thought to himself that it didn't matter if he had one arm cut off, he would find someone with a snake spirit body or a phoenix bloodline, he could reconnect or regenerate, all the important thing was that Nie Tooth also lost an arm, and he had to smoke Nie Tooth a few more mouths to humiliate him.

When he reached over with his other hand, he found that Nie Tooth was no longer there, and he had melted away......

The grief-stricken Qing Cang was even more painful than the death of his loved ones, and he reined in the poisonous miasma and jumped like thunder.

Lonely snow, ruined homes, half an hour ago, there was laughter and laughter, and after sending off his last enemy, it was quiet here.

It was as if he was the only soul left on the earth, standing here alone.

He shouted, "Come on, come on, come on......"

No one paid attention to him, and the dead never feared death. How much more has it festered?

He shouted that it could be spread out for more than ten miles, twenty miles, or even hundreds of miles, or even hundreds of miles, but who could hear it? Even if people thousands of miles away heard it, they would not dare to come? They had a pair of mortal feet and a mortal head, and they had never had more than enough heart but not enough strength.

"Dead Nie Tooth, Stinky Nie Tooth ......" He spat a few mouthfuls of phlegm towards the place where Nie Tooth was paralyzed, but he still couldn't relieve his hatred, and the flesh that Nie Ya's corpse hand turned into wind the moment he retracted the pressure, and it went away with the wind, and now no one can know where he went.

Qing Cang covered his wound and sat on the ground, panting, he planned to go another 80,000 miles east to find his master. After bandaging the wound, he was about to pick up his severed arm, but found that the severed arm was gone.

He curiously turned around on the ground, but still couldn't find it, and muttered to himself: "Damn, where did you go?

He knew that even if his arm was lost, it would never be turned into flesh by the miasma, and it would never collapse due to the pressure he had created, because it was also a part of the body, and it had already adapted to all this.

But where did it go? Wouldn't it have been blown away by the wind?

There's not as much wind here as strong as an arm to blow away, right?

Qing Cang picked up a stone, and then lifted a stone, digging three feet into the ground and couldn't find it, just about to give up, suddenly felt a stomachache, wanted to go to the thatched house, to the thatched house looked down, the arm was actually under the thatched house, and there were a lot of pickled things, hesitated for a long time, and finally decided not to.

But he secretly wondered in his heart: "A good arm, no long legs, no wind, how did you run into the toilet in a good manner?"

After thinking about it for a while, he said in his heart: "Maybe it's that damn Nie Yan, at the last moment, with a little strength, he threw it indiscriminately and threw my arm over, alas! Forget it, it's just an arm, don't ...... it."

He turned around and walked for a while, and stumbled under his feet, it was a knife, he was startled, knowing that this was the same knife that cut off his arm, and couldn't help but recall the last hideous face of Nie Ya, and thought, "He can't be a ghost, right?"

He pinched his cheeks again and said with a smile: "What do you think? Under that kind of pressure, even the soul will collapse......

As he walked, he shook the knife in his hand, and after a while, he felt a little strange again, and said to himself, "I didn't hold a knife either!

sighed, "Forget it, it's just a knife, just hold it, maybe you can defend yourself at a critical time......"

Eighty thousand miles, for his level, even if he walks slowly, it won't take long.

More than ten days have passed, the road in the distance is wide, the households on both sides are in good order, the fifteen suns in the sky shine on the earth, the people are working day and night, fortunately, it is not as strict and harsh as the management of Qingcang, and the people here seem to be very full.

Qing Cang sighed secretly in his heart: "It's still the master who has the means." ”

Although the people here are well fed, they only live to about 30 years old on average, and they are not allowed to live long.

But they never complained, because they didn't have time to complain in a short time, and they didn't even know what complaining was, and they didn't understand what fairness was, just like a donkey and a horse, and ended it in a hurry.

Qing Cang knew that if he went further and climbed over a big mountain, he would arrive at the master's house, the Eight Hundred Miles Heavenly Master's Mansion, the first heavenly master, the Hopeless Heavenly Master, and the Hopeless Heavenly Master was his master.

The mountain peak in front of me is not very high, but it is verdant and verdant, and the green is lovable, and the beauty is extremely enchanting.

Many girls are so captivated by this beautiful mountain that they never come back as soon as they climb it.

This mountain is a natural scenery, it has never been added to any modification, and there are no monsters on the mountain road.

Qing Cang knew that all of this was Master's handiwork.

He said in his heart: "Master, he is always scheming, and he never lets people know about his bad deeds, not only is he a good famous student, but also a good girl and good things are not missing." Those who followed him, none of them were not willing, unlike me, so vulgar, tempted by persecution or money, Master has always talked about personality charm, hehe! But I think it's too boring, too troublesome, too troublesome, anyway, there are countless powers, everything just needs to be done with strength, you take this Nie tooth for example......

"Phew...... Phew!"

As soon as he thought of Nie Ya, he didn't fight in any way.

Standing on the top of the mountain, he looked into the distance, and saw that the mountains were surrounded, and there were clouds and mist hovering in it, faintly like a fairy show, the waves were like a river flowing, and the fairy spirit was pleasant, and he couldn't help but praise in his heart: "Good, good place, see how beautiful the master chooses this place, how beautiful ......"

Looking down again, I saw that the 800-mile Heavenly Master's Mansion was repaired by this called magnificence, the high walls overlapped, the defense was tight, there was the nine-color life-killing array in the north, the Big Dipper Seven Star Array in the south, the pear blossom array and begonia in the east, the scale stone in the west was uneven, there was a wall of the big yellow dragon, and the five elements and gossip were hidden in it, who could get it? If you are not the emperor, you are the emperor......

There are many life-killing arrays in it, and ordinary immortals and monsters can't go around it at all.

If you want to sneak attack Ghost Daoran, it's really exhausting. Flowers in and outside the courtyard are set off, there are ancient trees and peaches, and flowers and fruits continue all year round.

The environment is beautiful, not compared to mortals.

Qing Cang came to the gate and knocked on the door, and said in his heart: "Don't look at the fact that I have been cultivating here for many years, and I have studied the formation method, but I don't dare to break into the Master's Heavenly Master Mansion lightly, the formation here is too complicated, and I can't deal with it." ”

Just as he was thinking about it, there was a creak, and a young Taoist priest pushed the door and looked out, asking, "Who knocked on the door?"

The door was empty, and there wasn't even a ghost.