"Hehehe......"

Behind a large tree next to it, there was a heavy panting sound, which sounded like a great trauma to the lungs and a lack of breathing. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

“...... Outsiders, who want to covet the inheritance of their masters, dream!"

A completely humanoid spirit of mist, holding the trunk of the tree with his right hand and his chest with his left hand, came out from behind the big tree and looked at everyone.

On his chest, there was a huge wound, and the golden power drilled in and out, and wisps of mist escaped from the wound.

The white light in the palm of his left hand flickered, resisting the golden power.

"A fully humanoid spirit of mist?"

Jin Sheng's eyes narrowed.

"Array!"

Jin Yang's pupils shrank to the size of a pinpoint, and he commanded loudly.

"Qiang ......"

The sound of the sword unsheathed continued, and the senior brothers changed their positions and lined up, and the sword in their hands trembled slightly.

No matter how fearless everyone is, in the face of the existence of the refining realm elders who can kill the refining realm elders at will, it is false to say that they are not nervous, and at the same time, they are also very excited in their hearts, the sword sect cultivators are belligerent, and the spirit of the humanoid mist makes them fearful and makes them look forward to it.

"I'm going to fight the best of the best!hahaha...... If I can appreciate more powerful power, it is likely that I will use it to break through ......"

The brothers are full of fighting spirit.

Long Ji's heart moved, the pale cyan wind blew, the field opened, and thousands of tiny wind blades whistled.

The spirit of the mist stared at everyone deadly, with a murderous aura without reservation: "You and the outsider just now...... Hmph, let me die!"

Perhaps seeing that everyone's strength was not strong, the spirit of the mist was too lazy to ramble, so he kicked the ground hard, pounced in front of Jin Sheng, and punched him.

"Mortal, outsider!"

"Hoo ......"

The fist roared violently and smashed into Jin Sheng's face.

Jin Sheng was not in a hurry, his ten fingers jumped, pointing at the spirit of mist: "Native, you are seriously injured, how can you defeat me?

The spirit of the mist was only less than two zhang away from Jin Sheng, and Jin Sheng's ten fingers flicked, and it was said that at this moment, the lifeline of the spirit of the mist had been grasped by him, but he had caught it empty.

"You're not living beings? All living beings have a lifeline! Why don't you?"

Jin Sheng finally changed color, and the invincible "lifeline" attack actually missed!

He urged the unique power of the life master, but he couldn't feel the lifeline of the mist spirit at all, in other words, it had no lifeline!

The Spirit of the Mist smiled disdainfully, and the fist wind lifted the long hair in front of Jin Sheng's forehead.

"Buzz ......"

Jin Sheng Dantian rushed out with a white light, it was his sword, facing the spirit of mist.

While the sword attacked, Jin Sheng quickly retreated.

"Drink!"

As if he were a Qi cultivator, he exhaled, and the Spirit of Mist's fist erupted in a blazing white light, slamming into the sword's body.

The sword twisted, trying to dodge.

The Spirit of Mist's fist speed was extremely fast, and the white light limited the sword's ability to move.

Seeing that the sword couldn't dodge, the sword turned around and hit the fist of the mist spirit with its blade.

"Bang!"

The fist and the sword collided, making a muffled sound.

At the site of impact, a ferocious shock wave dispersed, and a large amount of dirt was kicked off on the ground.

The strong wind was blowing, and the senior brothers opened their eyes wide, not wanting to let go of the slightest picture.

Jin Sheng's sword, a high-grade spiritual treasure, had its own mind, and the spirit of mist hit the sword with a heavy fist, it let out a painful humming sound, and flew back to Jin Sheng's side.

The golden power on the wound of the spirit of mist drilled into his body more and more violently, and more and more mist escaped from his body, and he had no choice but to stop the pursuit and resist the golden power.

Jin Sheng's right hand flicked on the sword's body, calming the sword's emotions, and his left hand was beating, still a little unwilling.

"Outsiders, our clan, is a life created by the master, even if there is a lifeline, it is also linked to the master, can you find the lifeline of the Oneiroi-sama?"

The Spirit of the Mist sneered.

Jin Sheng said secretly: "They were created by Oneiroi-sama? Since they are created creatures, Oneiroi-sama has disappeared for countless years, why do they still exist? Could it be that Oneiroi-sama is still in the world?"

And they have their own minds, they know how to use power, and they are no different from living beings...... There is no lifeline, there is only one possibility, they are just puppet-like existences......"

Jin Sheng's mind was thinking quickly, and a hazy halo spread from his body, enveloping the mist spirit, and he wanted to cast the magic realm to destroy the seriously injured mist spirit.

It's not that he didn't think about running, but the land of the gods prohibits spells and dao techniques, and they have definitely run the spirit of mist, and the spirit of mist is seriously injured, so they may not be able to beat him.

"Elder, I'll come!"

When Jin Sheng was concentrating, Jin Yang stood up and looked at the spirit of the mist with great spirit.

"You're going to make a move?"

Jin Yang didn't have the slightest worried look at Jin Yang's move, but nodded in agreement: "You can make the best move, the spirit of mist should be a puppet refined by Lord Oneiroi, with infinite power and indestructible, I will suffer a lot against him." ”

"Humph!"

Hearing Jin Sheng call himself a "puppet", the Spirit of the Mist sneered in his heart: "Puppet, I am not that kind of low-level weapon, I am a slave transformed by the master's divine power, and I am ten million times more noble than you." ”

The spirit of the mist is just a slave transformed by divine power, because of the long years, it has opened up its own spiritual intelligence, and the power of "god" is really indescribable.

"Senior Brother Jin Yang, do you want to make a move?" Yijian asked nervously, "Do you want me and Long Ji to help, the ability of the two of us is somewhat helpful." ”

Jin Sheng is not necessarily an opponent, why did Jin Yang make a move?

Long Ji looked at Jin Yang thoughtfully, he believed that Jin Yang had the confidence to step forward, and he would definitely not be untargeted.

Jin Yang smiled at Yijian and said, "Yijian, the land of the Divine Relic can only use the Divine Power Law Realm, do you think this matter is good?"

Yijian didn't understand why Jin Yang asked this, and said honestly: "I can't use mana, my combat power has dropped greatly, which is naturally not good." ”

"Hahaha...... You're wrong, for us, it's actually the best place, take a good look!"

Jin Yang laughed, then nodded at Long Ji and walked out of the group.

Jin Sheng happened to walk back, the two passed by, Jin Sheng patted Jin Yang on the shoulder, his eyes were full of encouragement.

Taking advantage of this gap, the spirit of mist temporarily suppressed the golden power, stabilized the wound, and sneered: "Very good, if you want to die, just come!"

"Boom!"

The spirit of the mist flickered, and the air was knocked out by him in a circle of white ripples, waving his fist, dragging a continuous afterimage behind him, appearing in front of Jin Yang.

"Let's step back!"

Jin Sheng was not worried about Jin Yang, and commanded everyone to retreat a few feet.

The thick mist obscured their vision, even if they were only a few dozen zhang away, they could no longer see the figures of Jin Yang and the spirit of the mist, and everyone could only understand through their voices and divine senses.

Yijian found that all the senior brothers were not nervous, and they all looked confident in Jin Yang.

"What's the situation? This is a master who has surpassed the Refining Realm, Senior Brother Jin Yang is only in the Refining God Realm, I don't know how much the gap is, why aren't you worried at all?"

Every realm difference between cultivators is the gap between mortals and immortals.

"Is everyone crazy? Or is there something peculiar about Senior Brother Jin Yang? Yes! It must be Senior Brother Jin Yang's Dao ability, he must have extremely powerful Dao energy!"

Yijian couldn't help but look forward to it.

In the depths of Long Ji's pupils, a trace of golden lines emerged, and the mist became transparent in his eyes, and he could clearly see the battle between Jin Yang and the spirit of the mist dozens of zhang away.

At the same time as the golden lines appeared, the golden mana belonging to his body in Long Ji's body was rapidly consumed, and at this consumption rate, it could not last long.

"Senior Brother Jin Yang, I guessed that you have powerful Dao energy, even Jin Sheng, a cultivator of the Refining Realm Realm, is full of confidence in you, let me open my eyes, maybe my breakthrough is on you. ”

Long Ji didn't blink from the corner of his eye, staring at it.

The spirit of the mist attacked, and Jin Yang shouted, and also raised his fist, hammering it fiercely.

At the moment when the fist was raised, a circle of hazy waves rippled.

"Boom!"

Fists collide with each other, making an earth-shattering noise.

Jin Yang did not move, and the spirit of mist was thrown high by a strong force.

"Awesome!"

Long Ji secretly praised in his heart.

With the hand that Jin Yang just had, he narrowed the field into a circle of light, just enveloping the area the size of his fist, without the slightest waste.

Jin Yang was unforgiving, and the whole person flew up, punching and kicking around the spirit of mist.

Every time he made a move, a hazy halo would come out, and the spirit of the mist had no power to fight back, like a rag sack, at the mercy of Jin Yang.

Every one of his attacks is simple and direct, and the speed doesn't seem to be too fast, but the spirit of mist just can't dodge, and every blow is sure to hit.

Jin Yang's every move has a sense of fierceness, full of masculine beauty.

And the attack of the spirit of mist was easily slapped away by Jin Yang, and Jin Yang slapped away his attack so easily, just like the spirit of mist was sent up and beaten.

The mist had a powerful interfering effect on the divine sense, but everyone was not far away, and the divine consciousness of a sword barely saw Jin Yang's movements, and his jaw was so shocked that his jaw almost fell to the ground.

"Senior Brother Jin Yang, why is it so powerful, why doesn't the Spirit of Mist fight back?"

Long Ji watched it with relish, and he could see that Jin Yang's control over the domain was extremely high, and he only opened the domain at the moment when it was needed, without the slightest waste.

The only thing that puzzled Long Ji was, what was Jin Yang's domain, no matter how powerful it was, it wouldn't be so powerful that he wouldn't even have the ability to fight back, right?

No!

It was not that the spirit of the mist did not have the ability to fight back, and just as Long Ji was thinking, the spirit of the mist roared, and the white qi on his body rose, bursting out with powerful power, shaking Jin Yang away.

The consumption of this move seemed to be extremely large, and the aura of the spirit of the mist was obviously much weaker, and the golden energy of the wound suddenly exploded, tearing the wound on his chest even wider.

But the spirit of the mist ignored it and twisted around and rushed towards Jin Yang.

Jin Yang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the explosion of the spirit of mist injured him a little.

"Hey......

Jin Yang's eyes lit up with excitement and pounced again.

"Bang...... Boom...... Bang ......"

The figure flickered in mid-air, and the spirit of the mist was beaten to the right for a while, and to the left for a while, and it was extremely embarrassed. (To be continued.) )