The poisonous miasma spirit was really frightened.
To him, reversing time was simply impossible, but now, it was really happening before his eyes.
And he suddenly realized that Zhao Mu was really not lying, and he had indeed underestimated the power of the artifact.
It turns out that in the face of the power of the artifact, his so-called planning over the past few months was simply a joke.
At this time, He Xin once again controlled the dragon and swallowed the devil into his belly again.
I saw him mobilizing the power of the earth's veins with all his strength to launch a final stranglehold on the demon god and the plague that filled the world.
Poison Miasma Spirit knew that his revenge this time had completely failed.
But he had no fear.
He looked at Zhao Mu coldly: "Smelly Taoist, I let you win again this time, but it doesn't matter. Just like last time, you still can't really kill me."
"I have countless clones, some of which have already gone to the world of immortality, trying every means to make themselves stronger."
"Do you have the ability to destroy all my clones? No, you don't, so as long as there is a clone, I am immortal."
"You can still kill me today, but just wait for me, stinking Taoist priest. One day, my clones will come back to find you."
"When the time comes, they will definitely find a way to deal with the artifact, and they will definitely let you die without a burial place, hahahaha..."
The poisonous miasma spirit laughed wildly.
But what responded to him was Zhao Mu's indifferent sneer: "Clone?"
"You seem to have forgotten that this time, our battle is not overseas!"
"What do you mean?" Du Miasling was stunned.
"It means that no matter how many clones you have this time, you can't escape."
Zhao Mu's cold voice fell.
Suddenly, the huge shadow of the incense peach tree behind him suddenly shrank sharply and turned into a stream of light that entered his body.
At this moment, Zhao Mu and the Incense Peach Tree became one.
The last time he killed the poisonous miasma spirit's body overseas, Zhao Mu was far away from the Incense Peach Tree, so he could only use the power of his body to awaken Hun Tian Ji.
But this time it's different.
This time, Zhao Mu and Xianghuo Peach Tree were close at hand, and they were able to borrow the power of the spiritual roots of heaven and earth and cooperate with their own cultivation to awaken Hun Tianji.
As a result, the power of the artifact he can use is naturally far greater than the last time he was overseas.
I saw wisps of heavenly secrets winding up, tightly binding the poisonous miasma spirit in the middle, and extracting the qi that belongs to the poisonous miasma spirit.
At this time, Zhao Mu was making seals with his hands, and the hair crown on his head suddenly flew up on its own and floated in the sky.
The hair crown bloomed with mysterious light, and all the energy extracted from the poisonous miasma spirit's body was immediately sucked in.
Zhao Mu's indifferent eyes suddenly had countless flashes of light flashing through him.
If you look carefully, you will find that the light in Zhao Mu's eyes is composed of countless images.
At this moment, with the help of Hun Tianji, his thoughts had traveled throughout the entire Hanhai Kingdom and the world of immortality in an instant.
At the same time, he also found all the clones of the poisonous miasma spirit from the complicated secrets.
"What are you doing?"
The poisonous miasma spirit had a bad premonition, and then he felt familiar auras coming towards him one after another.
"That's..."
His eyes suddenly widened: "Impossible, how did you do it?"
The world of cultivating immortals, Qingxiao Sect.
Zhou was standing in the lobby, listening to the skills taught by the elder Chuan Gong. There were many other Qingxiao Sect disciples around him, who were also listening to the class.
Just when everyone was concentrating, suddenly the space in the lobby was rippled, and then threads suddenly shot out from the void, tightly wrapping around Zhou Lie.
"Bold, who dares to act arrogantly in our Qingxiao Sect?"
The elder Chuan Gong shouted angrily.
But before he could make any move, those threads suddenly pulled out a cloud of black mist from Zhou Lie's body, and then disappeared in the void in the blink of an eye.
Silence returned to the lobby, and Elder Chuan Gong stepped aside and came to Zhou Lie.
"Zhou Lie, are you okay?"
Zhou Lie slowly raised his head and looked around blankly: "Where am I?"
The other disciples looked at each other in confusion: "Zhou Lie, what's wrong with you? Are you attending a class in the Chuan Gong Hall?"
The elder Chuan Gong frowned slightly: "Zhou Lie, what's going on? What is that black mist that just came out of your body?"
"Black mist?"
Zhou Lie's dazed eyes suddenly widened: "By the way, black mist! Elder, I was caught in a black mist."
"I don't know what that black mist is. It wants to use my body to practice in Qingxiao Sect and control the entire Qingxiao Sect step by step."
"When did it get on you?" Elder Chuan Gong asked.
"Half a year ago."
"So early?"
Elder Chuan Gong realized the seriousness of the problem.
One of his disciples was possessed by something for half a year, but the entire Qingxiao Sect didn't notice it at all.
This is really too dangerous.
If the other party is sent by a hostile sect, wouldn't it mean that the Qingxiao Sect has exposed countless secrets and is in danger of overthrowing at any time?
And what are those threads shooting out of the void just now?
Who is the owner of the silk thread?
And why should we help Qingxiao Sect eliminate potential threats?
Elder Chuangong thought hard, but he couldn't figure out who was helping the Qingxiao Sect?
Of course he didn't expect it. After all, the owner of the silk thread was just solving future problems for himself.
It’s not just Qingxiao Sect.
At this moment, there were hidden poisonous miasma spirit clones in many places in the Hanhai Kingdom and the Immortal Realm, and they were forcibly found and taken away.
On a busy street, vendors were shouting enthusiastically to sell their goods.
Suddenly, countless threads appeared in the void, and a black mist was pulled out from the body of a beggar on the roadside, and then disappeared out of thin air in the eyes of people in shock.
In a turbulent river, fish were swimming freely. Suddenly, countless threads appeared out of thin air, directly smashing a large stone at the bottom of the river, and traces of black mist suddenly emerged from the countless gravel.
Mountains!
river!
Clouds!
city!
rural!
Sect!
Countless amounts of black mist were found from various places, and no clone of the poisonous miasma spirit could escape Hun Tianji's pursuit.
Dongming City.
In the horrified eyes of the Poison Miasma Spirit, a large hole opened in the sky, and then clouds of black mist were thrown out one after another from the inside.
As soon as these black mist appeared, they all condensed into shapes and turned into poisonous miasma spirits.
Their expressions were confused. It seemed that until now, they didn't know why they were all found out even though they had hidden themselves well.
They wanted to escape, but the power of Hun Tianji restrained them all here, unable to move at all.
At this time, the seal in Zhao Mu's hand changed again.
boom!
Countless threads in the void suddenly spiraled and entangled, surrounding all the poisonous miasma spirit clones inside.
The silk threads turned into sharp blades, spinning and strangulating, and suddenly a large number of poisonous miasma spirit clones were crushed into pieces amidst the wailing sounds.