"Ahem..."

Huo Xie, the boatman, felt his throat itchy and coughed.

What on earth is this white fog?

Why does it not dissipate, block sight, and irritate the throat?

He kept waving his hands to drive away the gray fog, and saw a layer of gray-white powder falling on his body, as if a layer of flour had been sprinkled on it... Even the power of the Netherworld could not isolate it.

Huo Xie felt awe-inspiring and cautious.

At the same time, I cursed secretly in my heart: How shameless.

Jian Xiaoyao actually used such despicable means.

He tried to spread the power of the Netherworld and radiate it within a fifty-meter radius around him. In this way, any disturbance would not escape his perception to prevent a sneak attack...

When encountering a conversation like Jian Xiaoyao's, he must be careful.

At the beginning, he even thought about whether he could stab Jian Xiaoyao to death with a piece of wormwood.

But now it seems that even if he awakens the power of the netherworld sealed in his body, he is no match for Jian Xiaoyao when fighting alone.

This made him feel uncontrollably frustrated.

At the same time, he became more determined to kill Jian Xiaoyao.

Suddenly, energy fluctuations came within the radiation range of the Netherworld's divine power.

"who?"

Huo Xie shouted, and the black netherworld spear had already assassinated him.

Clang.

The force of counterattack came.

"it's me."

The man whispered: "Ming Ruo."

It is the voice of the spirit Ming Ruo.

But Huo Xie still didn't dare to be careless, and was extremely vigilant in sensing with the power of the netherworld.

It is indeed the breath of the Mingruo spirit.

correct.

The aura of divine power is the unique symbol of every god, clan god warrior, and magician, and cannot be forged or simulated.

Huo Xie breathed a sigh of relief.

"I discovered a secret of Jian Xiaoyao..."

Ming Ruo whispered, also approaching slowly.

"What secret?"

A trace of curiosity arose in Huo Xie's heart.

But the next moment——

laugh.

My heart felt cold.

An unconventional large silver sword pierced his body.

Huo Xie was startled and said angrily: "You..."

Before he could finish the sentence "What are you doing?", there was a flash of silver light.

The non-mainstream silver sword pierced directly into his mouth.

He stabbed back all the rest of his words.

Huo Xie opened his eyes wide and finally saw the face of the figure in front of him clearly.

What kind of spirit Mingruo is there?

It's clearly Jian Xiaoyao.

I saw the latter holding an unconventional large silver sword in his right hand, his eyes flashing with Leng Sen's teasing glare, and what he was holding in his left hand was...

The head of the god Ming Ruo.

Ming Ruo is dead?

Die so soon?

From the moment Jian Xiaoyao swung the white powder to this moment, it was only thirty breaths of time. This god was killed by Jian Xiaoyao?

waste.

What a waste.

Huo Xie's mind suddenly filled with questions, and he was shocked and angry beyond words.

But Lin Beichen would not give him any chance to speak.

A flick of the wrist.

All the tongue, teeth and throat in Huo Xie's mouth were shattered instantly.

There was also a transparent hole in the neck.

Draw your sword.

Stab again.

Tsk tsk tsk.

A slight sound broke through the air.

The non-mainstream big silver sword turned into countless cold stars. In an instant, countless swords were stabbed into Huo Xie's body, poking holes filled with dark black blood.

At the same time, the power of the God-conscious Fire Realm erupted in the wound.

Red flames emerged from the wound and engulfed Huo Xie's body.

"Hehehe..."

Huo Xie's throat was like a leaky bellows, making a deep drinking sound.

"what happened?"

Pan Duoqing's shouts and questions came from the front.

When he was dying of consciousness, Huo Xie opened his eyes wide and saw the most incredible thing in the world——

Jian Xiaoyao stood there, the energy ripples on his body flickering slightly, the breath of fire began to change incredibly, the red light turned into darkness, and the black light enveloped Jian Xiaoyao's whole body.

In just three breaths, Jian Xiaoyao turned into him.

His Netherworld power was simulated exactly the same by Jian Xiaoyao.

So, is this the reason why Jian Xiaoyao was able to successfully attack just now?

Then, Huo Xie saw a scene that made him tremble even more——

Jian Xiaoyao seemed to be a weasel preparing to steal the chicken, with a wicked smile in his eyes, imitating his voice, and roared.

"It's the despicable Jian Xiaoyao..."

"Be careful of his sneak attack..."

"Oops, I got hit by a sword..."

I saw Jian Xiaoyao roaring, slapping his own chest, and then looking like he lost control of his body, he flew directly towards the direction where Pan Duoqing's voice came from.

mean!

Shameless!

shameless!

Huo Xie's eyes were about to burst.

He understood that this was how he had been plotted just now.

Consciousness begins to sink.

Everything in sight was pitch black.

He knew that he was finished.

Pan Duoqing is also finished.

The assassination that several major gods worked hard to plan and organize was actually solved by the monster Jian Xiaoyao using this method.

…

Pan Duoqing heard Huo Xie's angry and sad shouts.
To be continued...