Such a surprising scene made Ermo and the other two amazed. Peng Ji even raised her courage to put her little white hand carefully into the fog, but when her hand reached in and touched only a piece of nothingness, Peng Ji was unwilling to accept it.

He took a few handfuls and pouted and said, "There is nothing, your highness, are you kidding us?"

Peng Ji's actions also aroused Ermo and Ali's curiosity. The two of them also reached into the riot fog to find out. The heavy fog in their hands is still an untouchable existence, and they can use it.

His hands were disturbing the fog, but he could not touch any texture like Yan Zheng.

The two of them asked with doubts: "Your Highness is this a fog monster?"

Yan Zheng nodded at the three of them with a smile.

"Don't doubt it, this thing is a fog monster, a strange existence that can possess the fog. I can't tell what it is, but... since I can catch it, then this fog monster will definitely not be able to transcend it.

In the category of ghosts, it is not strange that there are thousands of ghosts in the world that occasionally appear one or two incomprehensible ghosts!"

After hearing Yan Zheng's explanation, the curious expression on Ermo and others' faces receded in a blink of an eye. Ali reached out to tease the fog monster in Yan Zheng's hand. After grabbing a blank, Ali tilted his head and looked at Yan Zheng and asked: "

How do you deal with these two little things!"

Yan Zheng grinned.

"Ali, you guessed it wrong. There are not only one of these fog monsters. The reason I have two fog balls in my hand is because the fog monster split into two halves and wanted to rush around my body. If it weren't for this.

, I can't catch it yet!"

Yan Zheng said that he almost wrote the word "despicable" on his face.

Through Yan Zheng's expression and combined with Yan Zheng's statement, it was roughly clear that Yan Zheng could catch the fog monster because it was a blind cat to meet the dead mouse. He immediately reduced his respect for Yan Zheng by half. Ali pursed his mouth and was indifferent.

"How do you plan to deal with this monster? You can't keep carrying it..."

Ermo said on the side: "Yes, Your Highness, Miss Ali's vines seem to have no effect on the fog monster. My black fog arrow causes very little damage to the fog monster. It is a good thing that you can catch it.

How to eliminate it has become a new problem."

The proud look between Yan Zheng's eyebrows was even more obvious, and he said in a slight manner: "What's the difficulty? The little mist monster is easy to capture. It's easier to pinch it to death than to pinch an ant!"

Yan Zheng said this for the second time. Ali looked at Yan Zheng with a little contempt, as if he was disgusted by Yan Zheng's words and said that he would not make a draft!

Yan Zheng's mouth raised slightly, gathering the media power of his body into his palms, and then slowly exerted force with both hands. In an instant, Yan Zheng felt a little pressure coming from the center of his palm. The fog monster was eventually a rank of ghost monsters, and he was struggling to death.

It has some power.

The fog monster in his hand suddenly turned into two strange snakes, just like two snake heads growing in two sections of a sword. Yan Zheng's palm became like a double-edged sword, sharp and tough, and his palm was exerted.

I felt that the sharp edge was blooming in my palm, and the sharp sword edge seemed to penetrate through Yan Zheng's mutated scales and sting the tender flesh inside.

The two ferocious snake heads of the fog monster were also biting Yan Zheng's wrists when they were used. In an instant, Ali and others were shocked. They could not see the specific image of the fog monster before, and the two fogs gave them a very vague feeling, but at this moment

The strange snake turned into by the fog monster was so clear that the black sharp fangs in the snake's mouth were shining with cold light, and he bit Yan Zheng's wrist hard.

From the perspective of Ali and others, Yan Zheng seemed to be holding two ferocious fog snakes in his left and right hands. The snake's head was like an evil dragon, and his fangs were long. He pounded Yan Zheng's wrist from time to time, making a jingle sound of iron objects colliding with stones.

Peng Ji was so scared that she ran behind Ermo. Ali stared at the fog snake with beautiful eyes alertly. The vines as thick as chopsticks in front of him danced like snakes, frowned slightly, helped, and was worried that he would do anything worse.

Ermo was much more decisive than Ali. His black fog mysterious arrow could hurt the fog monster before, so he was naturally a little sure of his hand here.

The black smoke rose on Ermo's body, as if a demon was alive. His five fingers slightly opened their fingertips, five black silks as thin as hair flew towards the fog snake, each entangling the four snake heads on Yan Zheng's hands.

But Ermana could have imagined that the fog monster would be so strong and did not care about his own casualties even though the black silk was embedded in the flesh and still bit Yan Zheng's wrist!

Seeing that the situation was not good, Ermo shouted anxiously: "Your Highness, I didn't expect that this fog monster would fight back so violently. My black fog was about to be torn off by it! Find a way to get out!"

Yan Zheng's face was solemn. He also did not expect that the fog monster's counterattack would be so sharp. He thought that something was almost certain, but he was forced to do so for a moment and put himself in a dilemma.

At first glance, Yan Zheng did not suffer any harm, but in fact Yan Zheng was not relaxed. Because the Lord of Penglai suppressed his medium transformation, the scales behind Yan Zheng's transformation could not be fully grown, and his defense power was greatly reduced.

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The reason why Yan Zheng could resist the fog monster's sharp teeth at this time was that he gathered all the media power on his hands, and to do everything possible to catalyze the scales on his hands to half of the state of victory.

At the same time, he could barely resist the fangs of the fog monster, but Yan Zheng did not have the extra strength to continue attacking, and could only maintain a relatively stalemate with the fog monster.

Fortunately, Ermo's intervention gave Yan Zheng a chance to breathe. Yan Zheng gritted his teeth and roared from his throat like a wounded beast, hoarse and roared: "No matter what you do, even if you try your best,

I also have to pull these four snake heads away from my wrist, just three seconds! I can kill it by giving me three seconds!"

Seeing Yan Zheng's face was in danger, his forehead was clenched with a ferocious face and the blue veins were clenched. Ermo nodded heavily to Yanzheng, and then the black fog on his body suddenly closed, gathering along Ermo's body to his arms like water, and finally gathering at Ermo's fingertips.

Ermo's hands also widened, as if a thick layer of oil was flowing.

The black gas condensed like water began to inject towards the slender black silk on the fingertips. Soon, the black silk on the tips of the second and last ten fingertips rose to the thickness of the headband.

Ermo stretched his legs and put his posture in place. He used all his strength to pull the fog snake away from Yan Zheng's wrist. His red face and trembling face, those who didn't know thought Ermo competed with an elephant again.

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Seeing his strength gradually fade, Ermo gritted his teeth and asked Ali for help, "Miss Ali, please help me with the vines, I can't pull these four strange snakes!"

Hearing Ermo ask for help, Ali didn't say anything, he split two vines as thick as thighs and wrapped them around Ermo's waist. The vine suddenly exerted force, and Ermo's body suddenly flew into the air. Ali originally wanted to move Ermo.
Chapter completed!