As a large-scale explosion skill, Demon Emperor Wutian was extremely skilled in using the Soul-Devouring Black Mist. In the blink of an eye, the thick black fog had already covered ten miles of radius.

It’s not that Wu Tian has no ability to expand the range to a larger one, but the smaller the range, the stronger the suppression of the Soul-Devouring Black Mist will be on the enemy. Similarly, Wu Tian’s control of Black Mist is easier.

Tang Cheng fell into the black fog, and his eyes were no longer visible. Even the spiritual consciousness that could be seen thousands of miles apart was suppressed to the extreme, and the detection distance was only about ten miles away.

This will not hinder Tang Cheng's battle, but the problem is that the soul-devouring black fog has a great impact on Tang Cheng's speed. The worse situation is that Xinyuehu has no ability to resist at this moment, and she is afraid that she will die on the spot without taking a few breaths.

Tang Cheng smiled bitterly. Before coming to the South China Sea, Tang Cheng expected such a situation. His preparation was to use the Five-Colored Sword Rainbow as the trump card to catch his opponent off guard, and then flap his wings and escape. Tang Cheng believed that as long as he could tear a gap, these guys would not be able to catch up with him.

On Lingjiu Mountain, Tang Cheng once had a meeting with Wutian and was deeply afraid of him. However, Tang Cheng's self-defeating, although he could not defeat Wutian, it would not be a problem if he just escaped.

But now, when he faced Wutian, he found that the strength of the two people was really different from heaven and earth. At this time, he remembered that in Zhongnan Mountain, Wang Jiusi once said that he would attack the Nan League while the Demon Emperor Wutian was injured. In other words, when he was on Lingjiu Mountain, the Demon Emperor Wutian was seriously injured, and Tangcheng was still not an enemy, let alone now.

In the black fog of the soul-devouring fog, Wutian danced the retreating sun spear, and the elf was as clever as a poisonous spider weaving a net, entangling Tangcheng in it without any inch. The other demon saints were coming quickly, ready to attack at any time.

If it were any other time, Wu Tian would never allow anyone to interfere in his own battle, but Tang Cheng was different. This opponent who was not slim and uncontrollable had caused them a headache for a long time. As long as he could bury him, any means would be within Wu Tian's tolerance.

The Deserted Yang Ge was elusive, and the five-colored sword rainbow slashed horizontally and vertically, and struggled to resist. With just one long spear, Wutian had already suppressed Tang Cheng so much that he could not breathe. The five-colored sword rainbow collapsed at one touch, and easily blocked the power of the Reincarnation Divine Sword when facing Wutian, he seemed unable to do so.

The Demon Emperor Wutian’s hands were so stable that he was desperate!

Tang Cheng quickly thought about countermeasures. If he had Kunwu's magic sword in his hand and was practicing like an arm and finger, he could not say that he could beat Wutian, at least he could do it by pulling the Yang Ge and flapping his wings and escaping.

Unfortunately, with the size of Middle Earth, Kunwu Divine Sword is only one. As for the lower-grade magical artifact, it will turn into ashes in front of the unparalleled sharp edge of the Dingyang Ge.

The Shura Master watched the battle coldly. As the supreme emperor of the world, it was a great shame to join forces with others. If he went barefoot and surrounded and killed a junior with the Lord of Beiju Luzhou, he would not be able to do it even after being under the skin of the Shura Master. But he would not stay away. If the Demon Emperor was incompetent and Tang Cheng escaped, he would just block ahead and give Tang Cheng the last blow.

Time is getting more and more urgent. If you cannot retreat within three breaths, then Tang Cheng will definitely die. However, facing the retreating Yang Ge, being able to save your life without losing is already Tang Cheng's limit. Forcing the retreating partner is simply a dream.

One thought passed by his mind, and then he denied it was eliminated. Suddenly, a lightning bolt exploded in the sea of ​​consciousness, and he thought of the Tianlei Bamboo Stick thrown in the storage ring.

Send a stick talisman.

The talisman of the talisman is fake and real, even the soul monk is enough to deceive the past. Tang Cheng once tried this. So, now all Tang Cheng needs is a gap to cast the talisman method.

In front of Wutian, there were not many people in the world who dared to be distracted, let alone use the talisman technique. Tang Cheng gritted his teeth and the five-colored sword rainbow suddenly exploded in the air. It was like a flash of cereus blooming in the soul-devouring black fog, unparalleled beauty. The sword rainbow slashed wildly in all directions with Tang Cheng as the center, and the demon saints were uncontrollably on their pace of advancing.

"Fighting the trapped beasts!"

Wu Tian sneered on his face and made an accurate footnote to Tang Cheng's behavior. The breeze spear swept in the air, and the five-colored sword rainbows broke one after another. Then, the long spear stabbed Tang Cheng like a phantom.

Although it was only a short moment, it was enough to ask Tang Cheng to take out the Tianlei bamboo stick and outline the talisman. The Yang Ge of the Deserts into Tang Cheng's chest with the momentum of piercing the universe. Wutian's hand shook, and Tang Cheng's figure suddenly split.

The bamboo branches shattered into pieces the size of fingernails, and all turned into ashes under the sharp edge of the Bing Yangge. Wutian's face was extremely ugly. In front of him, Tang Cheng actually escaped again.

When the talisman was used, Tang Cheng himself disappeared without a trace. Wu Tian was still unaware of anything, but Shura Master, who was watching the battle on the side, suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Um."

His body suddenly tensed, his eyes swept around, but nothing was noticed. Wutian frowned, and at this moment, the Tianlei bamboo stick collapsed silently. In an instant, Tang Cheng suddenly revealed his body, leaving only a hundred feet away from the range of the Soul-Devouring Black Misty.

If the soul-devouring black fog had not reduced Tangcheng's speed by nearly half, the moment of effort would have been enough for Tangcheng to rush a hundred miles away, but now it has failed.

A circle of cold sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead. The Shura Master's body shook, and he appeared in Tangcheng like an illusion, and punched out with a punch. Unlike Tangcheng, the Shura Master's speed in this soul-devouring black fog was greatly increased. If it weren't for this, the Shura Master's turtle speed would not be able to catch up with Tangcheng, which had a sharp drop in speed.

Tang Cheng sighed in his heart, knowing that he could not escape when the attack was about to happen. If the Shura Master attacked head-on, Tang Cheng would definitely restrain his wings and wrap him up, and hardly defeated the Shura Master's attack this time.

However, how could the Shura Master make such a mistake? His roaring fist strength looks open and upright, but it is a sticky force. If Tang Cheng ignored it, he would inevitably be trapped by the Shura Master.

Lei Ran turned around, and a colorful sword rainbow slashed upside down, rising from the legs of the Shura Master. Even if he had enough confidence in his armor, the Shura Master couldn't help but feel scared. Tang Cheng's move was too sinister.

The Shura Master had a wrong figure and smashed the sword rainbow with one punch. Tang Cheng got rid of it again, but with such a flash of delay, Wutian had already come.

The teasing of Wutian just now made him look dull and Wuya hatred. Wutian could no longer wait for the people behind him to come, and retreated to Yangge and stabbed out.

The long spear is like a dragon, and its sharpness has not yet reached its peak, and its momentum has already locked in Tang Cheng's eyebrows, causing him to have a splitting headache. What made Tang Cheng even more desperate was that the sky was coming, and the soul-devouring black fog came with it like a shadow, making Tang Cheng once again the center of the black fog.

Tang Cheng could still hold on, but Xinyue Fox's facial features were distorted, so I was afraid that he could not hold on anymore. Tang Cheng made his mind arbitrary thoughts, and the five-colored swords flashed out, stacking them in front of him countless times like a horse to wipe out the sharpness of the Yang Ge. Then, Tang Cheng narrowed his wings, like a big bird protecting his young boy, protecting Xinyue Fox in it.

It was like boiling soup and pouring snow, and the sharp edge of the sunlight was everywhere. The five-colored sword rainbow shattered like a rotten wood, vulnerable. In the blink of an eye, the long spear had already pierced on the wind and thunder wings.

As a medium-grade magical artifact, Feng Lei Wings cannot withstand the sharpness of the Yang Ge at all; but its material is Lei Peng's bones. As one of the strongest divine beasts in the world, its bones are definitely not something that Wuya can destroy, even if the bones have been weathered for billions of years!

However, Tang Cheng was not Lei Peng. Wutian's thrust attack was transmitted to him through the wind and thunder wings. In this attack, Tang Cheng's bones collapsed, and cracks were densely packed like spider webs all over his body. What's even more terrifying is that this attack had already injured Tang Cheng's soul. The soul in the sea of ​​consciousness was severely damaged and was depressed. Tang Cheng felt his head dizzy and almost fell into the sky.
Chapter completed!