On this side, some people were left on guard, and the rest of the people were trying their best to recover their mana.

The cultivator who had fallen into the black mist was fighting bloodily.

A cultivator who was detained by the Black Mist couldn't break free from the shackles with all his might.

The more he struggled, the tighter he was bound, and it even affected the invocation of mana.

The whole person was like a taut bowstring, and his bloodshot eyes scanned the surroundings viciously.

"Four-legged one-armed monster, come, grandpa is waiting for you here?"

This guy actually used his mana for ventriloquism, which immediately attracted countless Marceau flying machines to watch.

But not half of the Terran cultivators heard his shouts, and no one came to help.

Seeing that the overcrowded Maso flying machine on the inner and outer three floors was about to launch a farewell attack on him, the cultivator let out a ventriloquist sound of 'ho-ho-ho', followed by a loud self-explosion.

The whole body turned into sharp pieces, especially the hard bone fragments were even sharper, and they actually pierced through one flying machine, and the power of the self-explosion of the Daoji compressed to a point was even more terrifying, and even lifted a mushroom cloud, swallowing many flying machines whole, and then suddenly collapsed, and the two scum did not remain.

I have to say that such a way of dying is quite enough.

And one of the many soul lamps in a secret room in a distant Terran city, there was a crisp 'crack' sound, and the light blue flame suddenly jumped, and then it withered, but at the top of the wick, a small figure curled up by a bean appeared, floating with the flame of the lamp.

The white-haired old man guarding the corner of the secret room just opened his closed eyes slightly and stared at this side, and then regained his old appearance, as if nothing had happened.

After all, there are only a few cultivators in the sect who can leave them such a means.

No, not long ago, the girl in black who was still in high spirits, the female cultivator surnamed Wu Mingyan was really on the verge of despair.

The human race is fighting for itself, and besides, this is indeed a female cultivator who doesn't have much appearance.

In the absence of half a suitor, he had to fight alone, originally thinking that he could earn a lot of battle merit points in this battle, and then exchange them for some much-needed cultivation resources.

It's a pity that she rushed forward in a hurry, and her mud feet were indeed trapped in this black fog.

Rushing left and right indiscriminately, the black fog around him became thicker and thicker.

They even turned into inky black ropes trying to capture her, or their huge multi-fingered palms turned black to seal her, and the latter turned into a dense black net to cover her.

"Could it be that I, Wu Yan, can only stop here?"

"No!"

"Unwilling!"

"I'm unwilling!"

"The great revenge has not yet been avenged, and the person who admires it the most has not yet seen the true face!"

This woman faced the many dark ropes that surrounded her, several large cascading nets, and a huge black hand on her head, not desperately resisting, but she didn't know whether to take out a ceramic doll from her bulging arms, or from her waist with several storage bags, or from her sleeves and tightly tugged at it.

The two blurred eyes stared at the handsome face of the ceramic doll with fascination.

Take a closer look, this is not a miniature version of what Ji someone is.

The corners of the mouth were slightly raised, and the look seemed to be smiling, with green silk on top of his head, his hands behind his back, a white shirt covering his body, and his feet were clean and white.

Just when this female cultivator was so desperate that she once again concentrated all her thoughts into a faint phantom and bowed to this porcelain doll, many grasping methods were about to come.

At this time, her mana had bottomed out, and she could no longer use the means she had obtained from an adventure somewhere to tear through the void and escape for dozens of feet.

And Ji Shijiu, who was concentrating on vigilance outside the black fog, suddenly felt in his heart, as if the wanderer was inspired by his mother's call when he returned home.

The invisible and untouchable trace of traction pointed straight to his heart.

An unprecedentedly strong thought suddenly appeared in his mind, that is, someone was calling him hundreds of feet ahead.

The pull was so strong, so urgent, and so unmistakable.

So much so that Ji Nineteen suddenly burst out like spring thunder and suddenly shouted, 'Go'.

The first to turn into light flew out in a straight line, and went straight in that direction.

Although the rest of the people were recovering their mana with all their might, they also had three distractions to pay attention to the movements around them, and they were all shocked at this time, and all of them followed quickly with a gaze.

"Farewell, my boy!"

Many arrest methods are about to be taken, and Wu Yan's female cultivator's pupils have shrunk to the size of a needle's eye, and the entire Dao disk like an empty shell has also artificially collapsed to a singularity, ready to explode at any time.

"It's close. ”

"Hurry up. ”

"Faster. ”

The anxious Ji Nineteen plunged headlong into the black mist and rushed violently.

It is as dazzling as a meteor that keeps breaking into the atmosphere and spontaneously combusting.

With his defense fully open, his mana is as thick as amber, and he is dissipating with the surrounding black fog at any time.

He also wondered in his heart, who was summoning him, could it be the brother and sister surnamed Ji who were bound by fate, or the parents he had never met, except for these two situations, he really couldn't think of anyone else the owner of this body could have such a strong sense of whom.

With a bang, he broke through a huge black net that was about to close, and looked at the ordinary, even ugly female cultivator, in amazement.

He was sure that he didn't know the nun.

I saw that the female cultivator's face was as white as paper at this time, and for some reason she didn't have the slightest means to resist, staring directly at an ordinary porcelain doll held tightly in her hand, curling the corners of her mouth, bringing up a pair of asymmetrical dimples that were not so good-looking, and smiling with satisfaction.

"Don't mess around!"

A very dangerous aura came out of her faint smile, and Ji knew that this person had already prepared to self-detonate the Dao Disk, and shouted in an octave of his voice.

"Well, is it the little woman who moved the heavens? Before she died, she could create an illusion of a male god to comfort me. ”

The female cultivator raised her eyes and saw Ji Nineteen muttering in a low voice.

Soon, a chilling mana enveloped her whole body, and Ji someone made a few fingers like lightning to restrain her whole person, including the dantian Dao Pan that had reached a critical point, of course.

"Huh, silly girl, it turns out that the mana has bottomed out, so I want to blow myself up in despair. ”

"Fortunately, we have learned a lot of methods from the martial arts of that life, otherwise we will suffer. ”

"But what is the explanation for this porcelain statue?"

"Well, it's better to leave quickly. ”

Seeing that the space was getting narrower and narrower, Ji Shijiu suddenly pulled back, covering the original way to get out of trouble.

But the black mist will make it easy for him to get his hands on it, and the fierce breaking of the weakest giant net just now has been quickly filled.

And there is more than one, as if several nets have been urgently called to make up for it.