At this moment, Duanmuqing on the side groaned, fell to his knees on the ground, opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of black blood.
"Damn, this fog is poisonous!" Duanmuqing said as he knelt on the ground.
The next moment, he snorted coldly, a faint golden light flashed across his face, and then stood up again.
I had already noticed when the thick fog came up that it was poisonous and very toxic.
After all, poisoning and poisoning are what the ancient Miao people are best at.
But I didn't care, because although these poisons could kill ordinary people immediately, the few of us present were not ordinary people, so this kind of poison was completely useless to us.
It's just that I forgot about Duanmuqing. He had just mastered the power of Xingtian and was still a rookie, so he didn't have the slightest defense just now, and he was caught now.
However, it seems that there is no serious problem. Although this poison is powerful, after all, the guy has the power of Xingtian in his body, so the poison cannot kill him at all.
At this time, the sound of breaking wind in the thick fog was getting closer and closer, and the next moment it was already around us.
They were four people dressed in black. They looked and smelled exactly like the puppet that was beaten to death by the little guy just now. They were presumably puppets made by the ancient Miao people.
The four puppets didn't stop at all, they rushed towards us, baring their teeth and claws and pounced on us.
Duanmuqing, who had been eager to try, roared and rushed over. Then a huge ax appeared in his hand out of thin air and slashed at the puppets.
Bang bang!
With a whistling sound, Duanmuqing's ax directly hit a puppet rushing at the front. The ax passed by, and the puppet with a body as hard as steel was cut into two halves by his waist and smashed to the ground.
The remaining three puppets sensed the danger, screamed and retreated, disappearing into the black mist.
I just breathed a sigh of relief when I suddenly realized something was wrong.
Because Duanmuqing struck the ax without retracting it, the ax was still swinging, and the huge force carried him around in a circle, and the terrible ax struck at us behind him.
"Get down quickly, I can't control it!" Duanmuqing, who was driven by the ax, shouted.
"My mother Ganlin!"
Seeing that the ax was already in front of him, the old Taoist's face changed drastically and he was so frightened that he immediately fell to the ground.
At this time, I kept scolding my mother in my heart. This is Xingtian's axe. I haven't recovered my strength yet, so I don't dare to take it head-on.
Xiaobai stepped forward and stood in front of me, stretching out his hand to receive the axe.
I rushed over and pinned Xiaobai down, and then we fell to the ground together.
The huge ax whizzed past my head, making me break out in a cold sweat.
Little Baitou is so tough, this is Xing Tian’s axe, how can you, a zombie, take it!
Only the little guy was the cleverest. He jumped into the air with a swish and easily dodged the axe.
At this time, the ax also fell to the ground. Driven by the huge force, Duanmu Qing staggered and almost fell to the ground.
"Damn sissy, what the hell are you doing!" The frightened old Taoist got up from the ground and cursed Duanmuqing.
"Um... I'm sorry, this thing is too powerful, I can't control it at the moment..."
Although the old Taoist jumped up and scolded her, Duanmuqing did not refute and said with some embarrassment.
I got up on the ground with some annoyance, glanced at that Duanmuqing guy, and suppressed the urge to curse.
I thought to myself, what the hell is this? As soon as the fight started, one of my own people was almost wiped out.
But I know that Duanmuqing definitely didn't mean it, it's just that Xingtian's power is too strong, and he is really difficult to control now.
"Master, you were so brave just now." Xiaobai on the side looked at me with a springy expression.
I glanced at Xiaobai and felt that my head was a little messy.
Because the current appearance and tone of this female zombie sound very much like the tone between a man and a woman who have just experienced intimate exercise.
I patted my forehead feebly with my hand, thinking to myself, what kind of teammates are these, how long has it been, how can there be so much messy things.
I ignored Xiaobai, who was a bit confused, but turned to Duanmuqing and said, "Duanmu, don't take action for a while..."
I was really scared, because that ax was so damn scary, and I was afraid that he would lose control and hit one of his own with the ax, and that would be the end of him.
"I'm paying attention, I'm paying attention." Duanmuqing laughed a little sheepishly.
At this time, the little guy fell on the ground and rolled his eyes at Duanmuqing. The next moment, the little guy's body rushed into the black mist like an arrow leaving the string.
Immediately afterwards, the black mist in front began to twist, and then there were several muffled sounds. It could be heard that the battle inside must be very fierce.
The old Taoist glanced at Duanmu Qing with contempt, then looked at the black mist in front of him, and said with some mockery: "It seems that my little brother is reliable and can withstand critical moments. Unlike some guys, who can succeed before failing."
There’s more than enough to do!”
Duanmuqing glanced at the old Taoist, his teeth itching with hatred, but it was indeed his fault just now, so he had to swallow his anger bitterly.
"boom!"
At this moment, there was another huge crash from the front.
I looked ahead. Although my sight was blocked by black fog and I couldn't see anything clearly, I could hear the huge crash and the fierce battle inside.
I frowned and felt a little strange. I thought that although those puppets were a bit difficult to deal with, they were dead creatures without intelligence after all. They were not too difficult for the little guys to deal with. How could they make such a big noise?
"Whoosh!"
Before I could get back to my senses, the sound of breaking wind sounded again in the black mist.
Then a black figure rushed over very quickly and smashed towards Lao Dao.
At this time, the old Taoist was thinking about how to hurt Duanmu Qing, so he had no time to dodge and was hit with a loud bang.
"Oh, my god..."
The old man shouted and was knocked backwards by the black shadow, falling heavily to the ground.
I turned around and looked around, and saw that the black shadow flying over was none other than the little guy.
At this time, the little guy was sitting on the old man's thin chest, looking into the mist with a solemn expression.
Seeing the little guy's solemn face, I couldn't help but feel nervous, knowing that there must be some powerful existence in the thick fog.
What is it that can hit him and send him flying backwards?
