Zi Ling's expression dimmed. Although she recognized Han Li through the gold-eating insect, the current situation made her think that Han Li could only survive. After all, she had heard about the power of the golden divine flame.
Not wanting to bear Wen Tianren's anger, Zi Ling could only go against her original intention and fly towards the spirit boat that had been floating quietly.
At this moment, Fan Mengyi felt quite anxious. She was not worried about Han Li. After all, if Uncle Han really couldn't handle the refining of the golden flame, he would definitely ask her master for help. The lack of movement now shows that everything is still under control.
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What she was worried about was that she was no match for the opponent's female companion, or that the fighting had affected her master.
Just when Fan Mengyi was formulating a plan and preparing for a quick victory with thunderous means, a strong spatial fluctuation penetrated the forbidden law outside the cabin, turning everyone's attention except Han Li, who was wrapped in layers of golden flames.
Attracted to the past.
"Such a strong fluctuation. Could it be that I made a mistake in my judgment? The celestial phenomena on this island are related to the birth of the treasure?"
Wen Tianren murmured to himself doubtfully, feeling greedy in his heart.
This spatial fluctuation quickly subsided, and the next moment, a figure that was very familiar to Wen Tianren flew out of the cabin.
"Zhuo Bufan, you are not dead!"
Wen Tianren shouted in horror, feeling that all this was a conspiracy against him. He immediately collected the eight golden light mirrors, set up the escape light, and tried to escape.
When Luo Hong saw this, he did not start to pursue him. Although he had the Five Elements Escape ability, he was several miles away from Wen Tianren, and even continuous teleportation could not prevent him from escaping.
Just when Wen Tianren was responding to this lucky break, thunder exploded in his ears, and Han Li's figure suddenly appeared.
In an instant, Han Li used dozens of flying swords and combined them into three giant swords to slash at Wen Tianren.
Although Old Demon Han's natal magic weapon, the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword, is made of rare materials, it did not take long to refine, and its power is not superior when facing monks of the same level.
But at this time, Wen Tianren's mana was empty due to his continuous use of the golden flames. However, after Han Laomo swallowed ten thousand years of spiritual fluid in the golden flame package, his mana was restored to a greater extent than before.
Under this situation, Wen Tianren's strength was greatly reduced, and he no longer dared to accept Han Li's giant sword.
At the moment, although the two are still fighting, anyone can see that Wen Tianren's defeat is certain, and it will be a matter of time before he is killed.
Since Old Demon Han could handle it by himself, Luo Hong stopped interfering. He looked at the horizon and saw a faint black line pressing down on him, and he knew it in his heart.
The moment Zi Ling on the side noticed the aura of Luo Hong, a monk in the elixir formation stage, he retreated in panic to protect himself.
But after seeing Luo Hong's face clearly, she immediately recognized the other person as one of the elders of her family. She couldn't help but feel reassured. She was about to explain, but she saw the strange behavior of the other person instead of helping Elder Han, and instead stared into the distance.
Zi Ling's heart suddenly shivered. He remembered the real purpose of coming to this sea area with Wen Tianren. He couldn't help but follow Luo Hong's line of sight. His pupils shrank immediately and he said in shock:
"Ghost fog!"
Immediately, Zi Ling took out the flying magic weapon without any regard for manners and fled into the distance with all his strength.
Her exclamation fell on the ears of many people, and immediately the low-level monks with different thoughts in the surroundings panicked, as if there were evil ghosts chasing after them, and used various methods to escape.
Han Li, who had just beheaded Wen Tianren and collected his storage bag, also heard Zi Ling's exclamation. He turned around and saw the ghost mist rolling forward at a rapid speed. His heart immediately became cold and he shouted:
"Brother!"
"Junior brother, don't worry about me, just leave quickly!"
Luo Hong pretended that he didn't know that the ghost mist was coming. After shouting at Old Demon Han, he grabbed Fan Mengyi's shoulder and flew towards the valley where Yuan Yao was casting the spell.
Senior brother is still thinking about saving fellow Taoist Yuan at this time!
There was no time for further persuasion, so Han Li gritted his teeth and fled.
Under Luo Hong's full flight, the two quickly arrived at Xiaogu.
After landing, Fan Mengyi finally had a chance to speak. She immediately said:
"Master, the ghost fog is the most bizarre natural disaster in the Chaos Star Sea. The monks swallowed by it, no matter what their cultivation level, have never appeared again. Let's run away!"
"It's too late!"
Taking advantage of the influence of the ghost mist that blocked mana and consciousness, Luo Hong took out a prepared Qi Talisman, put it on Fan Mengyi's shoulder, and activated it.
Fan Mengyi immediately felt a strange connection between herself and her master, as if their breaths had merged into one.
"Take out the flying sword! Stay where you are!"
After leaving a sentence, Luo Hong flashed, passed through the prohibition circle arranged by Yuan Yao as quickly as possible, and headed towards the altar.
Just halfway through, Luo Hong suddenly felt his body sink. All the magic power in his meridians was pressed back to his Dantian, and all his spiritual energy dispersed.
The brilliance of the forbidden magic around him dimmed in an instant. Luo Hong subconsciously wanted to use his spiritual consciousness to explore, but found that his powerful spiritual consciousness was tightly imprisoned in the Niwan Palace and could not leave his body.
The Resurrection Spell was naturally affected. The dark clouds with a diameter of ten miles in the sky suddenly dispersed, and the spell was irrevocably interrupted.
Fortunately, Luo Hong knew this was the result, so he didn't waste any time due to surprise. He purely used his powerful physical body to perform Qing Kung, and his speed was still astonishing.
In just two or three breaths, he arrived under the altar and happened to see Yuan Yao, who was injured and crumbling due to the sudden interruption of his spellcasting.
Luo Hong dodged and hugged Yuan Yao into his arms, preventing him from falling off the altar.
Because of the restriction and the fact that he was concentrating on casting spells, Yuan Yao had no idea what was going on in the outside world.
The ghost mist approached, and the monk instantly turned into a mortal. She was frightened by her unprecedented weakness, but the sudden warm embrace calmed her panic.
Yuan Yao looked up and saw exactly the face he expected.
Yuan Yao's eyes were full of doubts, but Luo Hong didn't have time to explain everything, so he simply said:
"Ghost fog!"
As soon as these two words came out, any monk in Luan Xinghai would understand the seriousness of the matter.
"and you......"
Yuan Yao's expression immediately changed. He was about to say something, but was ruthlessly interrupted by Luo Hong.
"There's no time. Just take this thing and keep it with you at all times from now on!"
Luo Hong put the Sky-Mending Stone that he had been holding in his hand into Yuan Yao's hand, and explained solemnly.
At this time, the Sky-Mending Stone is covered with tiny blood-red runes, and the spatial fluctuations that were originally released are now flowing in some form.
Before Yuan Yao could figure out what was happening, he felt a huge suction coming from him and he flew backwards.
She looked towards the source of the suction and saw a dark mist covering the entire sky.
This is the legendary ghost mist?!
Yuan Yao couldn't help but look back at Luo Hong, her eyes full of horror, because in the legend of Luan Xinghai, ghost mist represents death.
"Don't lose what I gave you!"
Luo Hong only had time to explain this sentence before he was swallowed up by the black mist, and a low roar came to his ears.
The huge sound echoed in Luo Hong's skull, making him unable to perceive everything around him.
This painful torture only lasted for a moment, and Luo Hong felt a sense of weightlessness, and his whole body fell straight down.
At this time, he once again subconsciously wanted to mobilize his magic power to lift it up, but the golden elixir in his dantian did not respond at all.
With a "pop" sound, Luo Hong fell into a slippery mess.
Originally there was no magical protection, and forced teleportation would have many adverse reactions, including severe pain all over the body, dizziness, etc. However, Luo Hong had once used his body to break through the space wall, so naturally he would not feel any discomfort at this time.