However, he didn't have time to think about it now, the top priority was to get rid of the pursuit of Fang Yan, even if the flow of mana was not smooth, he had to forcibly reverse the unfavorable situation of the battle, otherwise sooner or later Fang Yan would succeed again. Gritting his teeth, Miao Wuchang took out a red bead and sprayed three mouthfuls of old blood at it, but saw that the bead suddenly stopped in mid-air, suddenly emitting a dazzling red light.

Fang Yan's swift pursuit of footsteps couldn't help but pause, it was easy to lead this person into a trap, and then use the talisman array to instantly hurt him, just when it was time to approach step by step, he would never dare to let him have the slightest chance to breathe. But the red bead in front of him was obviously extraordinary, and it looked very weird, coupled with the fact that this person spurted out essence blood without hesitation, it can be seen that the power of this thing must not be small, and the thing that is urged by the essence blood of the great demon cultivation must not be underestimated.

But at this time, he was ready to fly, and he couldn't allow Fang Yan to think too much, and he couldn't wait to follow this person's footsteps, staring straight at him and rushing forward. And at this moment, a cloud of blood mist erupted from the bead, and in the blink of an eye, the surrounding area was filled with blood and qi within a few zhang, and the dialect suddenly smelled a strong fishy smell, which made people dizzy, and then Miao Impermanence's figure was also hidden.

Like a dazzling red cloud falling from the sky, Fang Yan immediately sensed that this dense blood mist filled the surroundings in an instant, and instantly enveloped him in it. From the time the bead was sacrificed by this person to the formation of this strange blood mist, it only took a moment for the blood-colored red cloud that flashed with strange light to quickly cover the surroundings of the dialect, and it was also at this moment that the person's figure disappeared in front of the dialect.

It is impossible to continue the pursuit, this blood cloud not only stinks badly, but obviously does not only hide the power of the body, when its power is fully revealed, the dialect may not even have a chance to escape. At this moment, Fang Yan had to stop the pursuit, turn around and retreat sharply to the periphery, temporarily avoiding this strange and unpredictable blood mist.

Who knew that this red cloud was not so easy to get rid of, once it appeared, it was like a living thing, like a huge demon beast chasing after Fang Yan, no matter where he went, it was difficult not to be covered by it. Moreover, this blood mist was extremely corrosive, and Fang Yan soon felt a tingling in his exposed skin. He has been refining his body for many years, and he can't even do anything about ordinary poisonous mist, but he is still injured by this red mist, which suddenly shocks him.

"Hey, the stinky boy is weird, even the old man's poisonous fog can resist for a while, it seems that your kid still has some means. Could it be that he has also cultivated alchemy? Hmph, even if that's what? The old man's poisonous mist can even melt magic weapons, and it depends on how long your kid can last, sooner or later it will just turn into a puddle of pus and blood. Suddenly, in the corner of the fog, there was a vicious voice from Miao Wuchang.

This is the poisonous mist that this person has carefully refined, no wonder it is so difficult to deal with, and this person is so confident in this, it is obviously not comparable to ordinary poisons. In a short period of time, Fang Yan's body has been contaminated with these blood mist everywhere, and all the places infected by this poison. There were obvious traces of erosion, not only the skin on the surface of the body, but also the armor on the body was dyed with a layer of light red, and the aura gradually dimmed.

These poisonous mist are not even spared by the divine sense, and Fang Yan wanted to investigate the situation around him, but he felt a tingling pain as soon as he released his divine sense, and this thing was actually as strong as this. That is, in this short period of time. The land around the dialect was filled with a disgusting blood-colored red mist, and the dialect at this time seemed to have fallen into a strange formation, and his heart was full of anxiety.

He couldn't see the outside world at all, but Miao Wuchang knew everything about the situation in the red mist, and he couldn't stop laughing when he saw the way the dialect was infected with poison. Although he lost a few mouthfuls of blood to deal with Fang Yan, it was worth it to kill him here. Whether it was the means that dialects showed in the fighting method, or all kinds of spiritual and demonic weapons, he was very curious, but what interested him the most was the skills of dialect's spiritual and demon practitioners.

At this moment, the scene seems to be in a desperate situation, and it is impossible to get rid of the poisonous fog in the sky. But just when he was in a hurry, the movement of his left hand made him happy. The scene just now came too quickly, and Fang Yan was in a hurry to get out of the poisonous fog, and he actually forgot about the magic vine, he remembered that this thing liked to smoke these poisons the most, and often used them as a great tonic meal.

In just an instant, Fang Yan made a plan in his heart, deliberately pretending to be about to be unable to support, but in fact, his body moved towards the place where Miao Wuchang's voice came from, and at the same time suppressed the demon vine that was about to move. When he had already concluded that this person was not far from him, and the long blade and talisman in his hand were also ready, then Fang Yan suddenly raised his left hand, and a magic vine shaped like a black python was thrown into the air by him.

The huge magic vines flew up, and countless vines were like three thousand troubled threads, floating in the blood mist, and like the long tongues of monsters, greedily sucking the blood mist in the sky. In an instant, the red mist around the dialect was gone, but the vines around the demon vine were still not satisfied, and stretched frantically in all directions.

"What the hell is this! what kind of strange ...... you kid have come up with," but before he could finish speaking, he saw a long blade appear in the blood mist, and came straight to his door. It turned out that this person's figure had been discovered by Fang Yan, and Fang Yan was not far from him, so he waved the long blade in his hand, and the figure jumped over.

Miao Wuchang was defenseless, and subconsciously turned around and ran, wanting to bring back the two magic swords, but because he was entangled in the spirit weapon of the dialect, he couldn't use it for a while. Moreover, the distance between them was too close to quench the thirst of the near water, and he was seriously injured, and he consumed a lot of essence in order to stimulate the red orb, and the operation of mana was also greatly affected.

"Hugh go!" Fang Yan snorted, and hurriedly chased after him, taking advantage of his illness to kill him, and then missing the opportunity at this time, even if there was no possibility of turning the tables, if this person escaped, Fang Yan would not be able to bear such consequences.

Moreover, the direction of this man's escape is exactly where his three war pets are, and it is good to rely on them to block the dialect. How could Fang Yan let him succeed, and immediately shouted at the Shadow, and this clever demon pet immediately reacted, and disappeared out of thin air in front of the three war pets in an instant, Fang Yan only relied on the mark in its body to realize that the Shadow had been ambushed on the way to this person's coming.

At this time, the black demon cast a giant transformation technique, and his body suddenly became several zhang in size, and the black qi around his body was rolling, and then he rose into the air, attacking frantically around the three war pets, dragging them here with a dead end, not allowing the person to have a chance to take them away, and interfering with the dialect and the shadows. What a clever demon pet, Fang Yan sighed secretly, not only did it understand it immediately, but also commanded the black demon to use his natal supernatural powers, this demon pet was too useful to him.

The changes in front of him were immediately noticed, especially the sudden disappearance of the shadows, which made him even more alarmed, but this was his only chance to quickly get rid of the dialect, and he had no better means than to rush towards his three war pets.

A moment later, two screams came at the same time, Miao Wuchang fled halfway and was suddenly hit by an inexplicable fly, screaming, and was caught up by the dialect that came later, and chopped with a knife. The Shadow was also knocked backwards by this person, and it was clear that this person must have something to protect himself, and the Shadow's attack not only failed to succeed, but was injured by it. However, attack is not its strong point, and the most rare thing about this pet is that it has a high level of intelligence, and there are several other secret arts.

Until this time, Miao Wuchang was still dying, he never dreamed that he would be planted in the hands of Fang Yan, defeated by a strange monk who was much lower than his cultivation, but now he was forced into a desperate situation, and a battle ended like this. The sound of "boom" was endless, and the dialect stuck to this person and attacked endlessly, and even the talisman was joined by him to attack, lest this person get a chance to escape.

And the magic vine also flew at this moment, but a large piece of blood mist was instantly sucked up by it, and even the orb was sucked by it, and he didn't know where to go. Fang Yan dared to be distracted, and devoted all his energy to dealing with this person, not knowing that the Blood Mist Orb had been swallowed by it, and when he knew, he could only regret it.

At such a close distance, even Fang Yan himself was implicated by the power of the talisman, but he would rather be injured by his own talisman than kill this person before he gave up. Under such an attack of sacrificing life and death, Miao Wuchang could have his life, and he was hacked to death by Fang Yan in such a daze, at least his eyes widened and he couldn't believe it.

As soon as this person died, his three war pets died violently immediately, and they were torn to pieces by the black demons rushing forward, and their stumps fell all over the ground. Shenke, who was trembling and squatting on the side, also got a chance, and when he saw that the body of the war pet who was guarding him was shriveled and suddenly stiffened again, he was immediately pushed away by him and was about to flee.

The dialect hadn't forgotten him, the shadow had swam behind him, grabbing it as soon as he turned, stabbing him into the back of the neck with precision. Schenk didn't even scream, and fell to the ground, unaware. No matter how weak the shadow attack is, it is also a second-level demonic beast, and it is stealthy to approach this person, if it can't be subdued, the attack is too weak.

Over there, who had just used the soul card to collect the primordial spirit of Miao Impermanence, Fang Yan hurried to the front of Shen Ke and immediately cast the soul searching technique. To be able to kill Miao Impermanence, Fang Yan himself didn't have much preparation, but when he slashed him to death, Fang Yan thought about it, and was about to take this opportunity to change his identity and return to the stronghold with the appearance of Shen Ke's injury, as for the rhetoric, it shouldn't be difficult.

Who knew that Fang Yan had just put his hand on this person's head, and suddenly a pendant under his neck suddenly emitted a magic sound, which directly invaded Fang Yan's soul, making him feel shaky, and let go unconsciously in shock, and took several steps backwards in a row. "Yuan Shen magic weapon? There is even a Yuan Shen magic weapon that automatically protects the master, I really underestimate this person. ”

Unexpectedly, he had just killed a foundation building monk whose cultivation was two levels higher than himself, but he was almost planted on a demon cultivator in the Qi cultivation period, and Fang Yan was once again in his heart about the means of demon cultivation, even if it was a monk in the Qi refining period, as long as it was a demon cultivator, he could not be underestimated. Fang Yan instructed the Shadow to take off the person's pendant, and then sacrifice the soul card to stabilize his mind, and then perform the soul search technique again.

This is not the first time that Fang Yan has performed this technique, he has had two experiences before, but this time it is still not smooth, after the soul search, Fang Yan became sweating profusely, as if he was fighting with someone again, it can be seen that in the process of this soul search, Fang Yan consumed a lot of soul power.

Don't look at this Shen Ke's injury, but this person is not simple, not only has he cultivated the Yuan Shen early, but his divine sense is not weak, if it weren't for the dialect cultivation is much higher than him, this soul search may damage the dialect soul. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )

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