There was no sound of wind, but dark red mist filled the air at an extremely fast speed. When ghosts and demon monks were suddenly attacked by arcs of light shooting out of the mountain wall, the mist also filled the surroundings of everyone in a strange way.
The dark red mist carried an aura of extremely cold and scorching heat, and enveloped everyone. The body-protecting aura was useless and was directly passed through, acting on the physical body.
In an instant, everyone seemed to feel densely packed cold and hot silk blades being continuously slashed, and dense cries of panic resounded throughout the world. They were the sounds of monks from the ghost world who had not practiced body-training techniques.
"This mist contains murderous intent and cannot be resisted with magical power. We can only resist with the help of physical strength. Those who are not physically strong should retreat quickly and stay away from this area!" Han Xufeng shouted, asking everyone to retreat.
As he spoke, his body moved forward instead of retreating, running towards the position of the astrolabe just now.
He has a layer of black leather armor all over his body, and at this moment, there is a dense clanking sound. It is obvious that this is a leather armor made from the skin of a powerful monster beast, which can weaken the power of the silk blade cutting attack in the mist.
In addition to Han Xufeng, there were more than a dozen Mahayana from the ghost world who also followed closely due to their physical toughness.
Everyone in the real demon world is a demon, and their bodies are inherently powerful and terrifying, far superior to everyone in the real ghost world. More than a dozen men in black retreated quickly, but most of the demons did not leave.
"This mist is weird. The mana and soul energy in my body are being consumed rapidly. Can't I activate it with all my strength?" Suddenly, a cry full of fear suddenly sounded in the dark red mist.
As soon as he started speaking, everyone else also screamed in surprise, and the words had the same meaning.
In an instant, more than twenty monks turned around and rushed away from the area.
Without mana and soul energy to bless one's body, it will be extremely fatal to the monks. Especially those in the real ghost world. The incident in the Danhuang Pavilion is still fresh in their minds. They feel something is wrong. Their first reaction is to stay away from this strange mist.
shrouded.
"Stab!~Stab~"
As everyone ran rapidly, arcs of light shot out from the tall mountain walls, slashing towards the figures who were no longer able to use their full power to use their magic energy to sacrifice their magic weapons.
Suddenly, screams of agony came one after another, and blood splashed in the surging mist.
In the mist that is constantly cutting with sharp silk blades, Mahayana without the blessing of magic power is simply unable to deal with the terrifying spiritual arc attacks that can kill Mahayana's body.
When the mist swept over, the only dark mist emitted by the aura of the peak of Xuanjie appeared again.
This time, he did not send out precious materials, but appeared directly next to a Mahayana monk who was running rapidly, and seemed to be flying out of the area with that person.
Suddenly, two arcs of spiritual patterns suddenly appeared, attacking the Mahayana monk who was running rapidly. At the same time, two illusory and slender attacks carrying a cold breath also appeared, attacking the belly of the Mahayana monk.
Belly Danhai.
The attack was extremely fast, just a flash, and then touched the body of the Mahayana monk.
"Poof!" Just as the monk was using all his defense means to resist the two spiritual arcs, two slender attacks penetrated the monk's body.
At the same time, a red short blade suddenly appeared on the monk's neck like a slender red lightning bolt.
The stream of light passed by, and a terrifying scar immediately appeared on the monk's neck, almost decapitating his head.
"Is it you? You didn't die!" A horrified and unbelievable voice suddenly sounded in the mist sweeping across the sky.
The monk had powerful treasures to protect him. Unfortunately, the two treasures that could protect himself were resisting the sudden spiritual arc attack, and his belly was completely exposed under the attack of two slender fingerprints.
Two slender attacks penetrated directly through the monk's belly and shattered his Danhai.
The sea of pills was shattered, but the mysterious soul of the Mahayana still escaped at the critical moment and appeared in the dark red mist sweeping across the sky.
"You realize now that it's already too late." A burst of sneers sounded, and a ball of sword lotus several feet tall appeared and swept past, drawing the ball of mysterious souls into it.
At the same time, an arc of light suddenly appeared not far away, like a bolt of lightning, directly immersed in the rapidly cutting sword lotus.
There was a roar, and the powerful sword lotus suddenly collapsed and turned into fluorescent light and dissipated on the spot, disappearing together with the mysterious soul spirit body.
A figure quickly dodged away from this tall mountain peak.
He casually threw the body into the space of Xumi Cave and fed the spirit beasts. Qin Fengming's figure appeared in the dark red mist, and he murmured with a calm expression on his face: "Now we finally kill the three people who took action.
Okay. It’s really not an easy task.”
At this moment, Qin Fengming was holding a nearly two-foot-long purple-red skeleton with green and fluorescent lights. In his right hand, he held a red and blue long sword that flashed with colorful rays of light. A red dagger was flashing and flying around his body, revealing a...
Looks like he's fully armed.
He previously used two precious objects to lure him, and then used his Boo and Nightmare magical powers to trap and kill two Mahayana who had attacked him. After searching for a long time, he finally found the third Mahayana.
Fortunately, in this environment, the monks' spiritual consciousness cannot be released, and they cannot fly, and powerful and terrifying spiritual arcs suddenly appear from time to time to attack and kill, making all the monks focus on themselves. His appearance in this area did not attract others.
Too much attention.
"Now that this fog is blocking us, I'm going to fight to see the fixed astrolabe! It would be even better if I could find the Ice Sting Ancestor and kill him by the way."
Qin Fengming's eyes flashed, feeling the dark red mist sweep across him, and he muttered to himself.
Ever since he learned the secrets of the Youshen Realm, Qin Fengming was convinced that the grudge between him and the Ice Sting Ancestor could not be resolved, and they could only fight to the death, and one party would be completely wiped out.
Among the monks who entered the Land of the Fallen Dragon, there must be some hidden people who wanted to do evil to him, but Qin Fengming didn't know it, so he could only be careful and look for it slowly.
Looking at the dark red mist covering the sky and sun all around, Qin Fengming couldn't help but smile on his face.
At this moment, he has sensed that the mana and soul energy in his body are being suppressed. This suppression is not the erosion of poison, but an aura comparable to the power of law, which prevents him from operating the mana and soul energy, as well as Poria and Coix toxins.
Erosion is significantly different.
The induction was accurate, and Qin Fengming felt relieved.
After the mana and soul energy in the body are completely suppressed, the magic weapon here will not be able to activate the magic weapon to resist the sudden spiritual arc attack, which will be extremely fatal to the monks who enter here.
But at this moment, Qin Fengming was very happy about those spiritual arcs, because the purple-red bone in his arms could attract and resist the spiritual arcs.
This purple-red bone, nearly two feet long, is the dragon bone of Qin Fengming's Mahayana dragon that contains complete innate spiritual patterns.
The dragon bone is so hard that even the Chaos Spiritual Treasure can withstand it.
When Qin Fengming saw the first spiritual arc attack appearing before, he thought of using this dragon bone to resist. Otherwise, because the fluctuation of the magic weapon is too big, the dragon bone itself does not have much energy to emit. As long as it is a few feet away, there is almost no breath.
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He cannot release his spiritual consciousness to detect here, and others cannot sense what is in his hands at all.
Qin Fengming did not expect that an arc of light came to him and was directly resisted by the keel and absorbed.
This surprised Qin Fengming, but he soon felt relieved. This dragon bone is the skeleton of the Holy Spirit Heavenly Dragon, and it contains complete innate spiritual patterns.
The tall peaks here may be the burial place of the ancient dragon. The two have a blood relationship, and the arc of the spiritual pattern here is not a complete innate spiritual pattern, so it is easily attracted and absorbed by the complete innate spiritual pattern of Tianlong.
, not surprising at all.
Qin Fengming didn't know what benefits the dragon bone would have from absorbing those spiritual arcs, but he was very much looking forward to it.
Putting away the Liuying Sword and the Xuanwei Qingying Sword, Qin Fengming's figure flashed and submerged into the dark red mist.