Like a rolling sea of clouds, they gather crazily from all around the world.
This time it no longer turned into a wall of fog, but instead wrapped up "Witch Evil" like a cocoon, tightly binding "Witch Evil"'s body and strength.
For a moment, Wu Evil was unable to move.
Ah Heng is not tall, has a very thin body, and wears a ferocious bronze mask. He looks like he has stepped out of heaven and earth, exuding a mysterious aura in every move he makes.
He glanced at Wu Evil who was bound by the mist, and then his eyes fell on Wang Zisong and the blurry black shadow.
"Song, meet A Heng."
The prince bowed respectfully.
Although he is a member of the imperial clan and the third prince, A Heng deserves his great gift. More importantly, he needs A Heng's assistance...
"Greetings to Master Aheng."
The blurry black figure knelt down respectfully, with excitement in his eyes.
But A Heng only glanced at her, and his eyes fell on the little lady Ajiu. He stayed there for two or three breaths, and then fell on Wu Evil again.
Ouch——
In the cocoon-like mist, the evil spirit roared angrily, and a terrifying aura erupted from his body.
Click!
The cocoon-like mist burst.
But between heaven and earth, mist kept coming, wrapping the cocoon like silk.
Click!
The cocoons of silkworms are constantly breaking, and the mist between heaven and earth is constantly being repaired.
But a taboo is always a taboo.
It was stronger than before. It was not an existence in the ordinary holy realm, but it tore apart the mist cocoon in just two breaths and charged towards Ah Heng ferociously.
"A Heng, be careful."
Wang Zisong was shocked and blurted out.
Ah Heng's figure dodged, avoiding Wu Evil's attack, and stretched his delicate white hands towards the sky.
His infinitely long hand reached out from the Wushan realm in an instant, reaching into the depths of the sky around the world. With a sudden grab, he grabbed a piece of broken holy sky like a cloud.
And at this time.
However, many great sages in the world were shocked.
They were all horrified when they saw a delicate white hand that seemed to reach out from the southwest and suddenly snatch away a piece of broken holy sky like a cloud.
Whose hand is this?
What kind of method is this?
And in the heavy fog in the Wushan realm.
Ah Heng grabbed a piece of broken holy sky like a cloud, and suddenly headed towards the witch-evil package.
Wu Evil saw it suddenly shoot out, its furry black claws tearing apart the space, and a terrifying aura that destroyed the world burst out.
Pieces of space are collapsing crazily.
However, the broken holy sky like clouds was as solid as gold, making it impossible for Witch Evil to shake it.
The Holy Heaven is enveloped in witchcraft and evil.
Wu Evil was furious and stretched out his claws to tear it apart, but was unable to tear it apart. Instead, it was instantly wrapped up by the Holy Heaven.
In the Holy Heaven, the evil spirits struggled and tore wildly, bursting out with terrifying power.
But the Holy Heaven wrapped itself tighter and tighter.
Although the holy sky is broken and is just a piece of it, it is still extremely holy, emitting a holy aura and emitting a faint holy light.
Instead, it restrains the evil spirits.
At this time, Wang Zisong and Fuzzy Shadow were both shocked by A Heng's methods.
Is this a random cloud?
wrong!
This is not a cloud.
But if it’s not a cloud, what is it?
This seemed to be something belonging to the saints. After all, it exuded a holy aura, which made Wang Zisong and Fuzzy Shadow quite uncomfortable.
Especially the fuzzy black shadow, which is very disgusting to this thing, and seems to be able to restrain it.
"Third Prince, what did Master A Heng capture? It looks like a cloud, but it cannot be a cloud. It seems to be something belonging to the saints."
The blurry black shadow asked curiously.
Wang Zisong shook his head. He didn't know Shengtian. After all, he had only returned to Zhou Tianxia not long ago. But when he saw A Heng restraining the ghost master, he couldn't help but feel a little shocked.
But think about it, Ah Heng should be able to control Wu Xie.
After all, Ah Heng is the first person under the emperor.
…
And at this time.
The heavy fog in the northern part of Wushan Realm, with Wuxie as the center, quickly shrank like a ball.
Qing Mang pulled an ox cart and drove quickly in the heavy fog, but suddenly, Feng Qingyan couldn't feel the evil breath.
He frowned, could it be that the evil witch had escaped?
In surprise, he looked at the black pottery flowerpot, only to see that the flower was swaying constantly, sometimes pointing east, sometimes west, sometimes left, sometimes right, not exactly right.
Could it be that someone is suppressing the evil witches?
Feng Qingyan was even more surprised.
This shouldn't be the case.
In this world, except for the sixteen taboos, there are currently no people in the holy realm.
So, who can suppress taboos?
Is it like him?
Feng Qingyan frowned and said, "Qingmang, stop."
Qing Mang slowly stopped the bullock cart without asking any questions.
At this time, Feng Qingyan opened the car curtain and was about to step out when he saw the heavy fog between heaven and earth flowing crazily, seeming to be converging in one direction.
This fog was very strange, he had known it for a long time.
If he didn't use the magical power of "breaking through the void and seeing the subtle", he wouldn't be able to see through the fog at all, just like the fog in the Wushan realm.
"Qingmang, when did this heavy fog start flowing?"
Feng Qingyan asked.
"It's been tens of breaths before I return to Your Majesty, but the crazy flow will be ten breaths ago." Qing Mang said, becoming a little curious, "Your Majesty, is there something wrong with this heavy fog?"
"Of course there is."
Feng Qingyan looked at the crazily flowing fog and said, "Go in the direction of the fog."
"promise."
Qing Mang responded and ran quickly towards the direction.
…
Ouch——
In a shrouded holy heaven.
The evil spirit struggled crazily and emitted a terrifying aura.
Although the Holy Heaven is holy and bursts with a faint holy light, this world is no longer the heaven and earth of the Holy Dao Era.
The holy sky was quickly corroded by the strange aura of witches and evil, and gradually turned black.
Stab!
The Holy Sky made a sound like tearing cloth.
A furry black claw quickly poked out from the holy sky. Before it could be torn out, it suddenly slapped A Heng.
Ah Heng didn't move. The mist in front of him instantly condensed and turned into a white cloud.
Snapped!
Black claws slapped on the white clouds.
But Baiyun only lasted two breaths before being smashed to pieces.
However, a white cloud appeared in front of Ah Heng again, seemingly endless, causing the evil spirits still wrapped in the holy sky to roar.
However, Wang Zisong became a little worried.
It seems that Ah Heng can fight against the evil witches, but he can only deal with the ghost master in a difficult way, which is quite revealing.
It would be better if Ah Heng could trap the ghost master.
but.
The ghost master has escaped from trouble twice.
How many more times can Ah Heng trap the ghost master?
boom!
When Wang Zisong was worried, the Holy Heaven that enveloped Wu Evil finally couldn't bear it anymore and exploded like a "boom".
Wu Evil escaped from the trap and suddenly rushed towards Ah Heng to kill him.
Ouch!
When Wu Evil went to kill A Heng.
The Soul Chaser came from afar and pounced on the furry Witch Evil.
But at this time, Wu Evil ignored the Soul Chaser and stared at A Heng. The aura burst out and crazily wreaked havoc on the world.
The world is in chaos.
Ah Heng took a few steps back, and suddenly drizzle started falling in front of him.
The drizzle fell like knives and arrows on Wu Evil, but it could not block Wu Evil's figure.
Instead, it made Wu Evil even angrier, bursting out with an even more terrifying aura, instantly tearing apart the surroundings of the world, and a black claw, as fast as lightning, clawed at A Heng's head.
While the prince was singing and the blurry black shadows were shaking, a bullock cart slowly drove out from the fog.