Fu Ming looked at the dozens of people rushing towards him, licked his lips, and a blazing murderous intent burst out in his eyes.
I saw him stamp his feet suddenly, and for a moment, a terrifying purple-black poisonous mist erupted around him.
"Ghost Head Poison Formation!"
Fu Ming's deep and cold voice came slowly, and then the purple-black poisonous mist centered on him and spread over an area of dozens of feet.
If you look closely, you will see that the shape formed by the condensed purple-black mist looks like a ghost head from a distance.
Ahhhh!
A shrill scream suddenly rang out.
I saw the young monks who rushed into the poisonous mist of Ghost Head falling to the ground, scratching themselves with both hands, leaving their bodies covered in blood and scars, and all of them were bleeding from their orifices.
This ghost head poisonous gas is really weird. Once the person is exposed to this poison, his whole body will be itchy and painful.
The monk who was lagging behind quickly stopped and began to retreat quickly towards the rear.
But it was obviously impossible for Fu Ming to let them succeed. He took a step forward and appeared not far from these monks like a ghost.
Then, he moved his ten fingers together, as if he was playing some kind of natural sound.
Then, the monks who had retreated were horrified to find that the ghost-headed poisonous mist suddenly opened its mouth, appeared behind them as if teleporting, and swallowed them all in one mouthful.
The strong poison affected them, causing them to become poisonous instantly and howl in pain.
In just five breaths of time, the elite monks of the Hexu clan who originally besieged Fu Ming were basically destroyed.
Only seven people, including Lei Ling, Bing You, and Zong Tuo, were not affected because they did not act rashly.
Ouch!
The ghost-headed poisonous mist opened its ferocious mouth, roared in mid-air, and rushed towards Lei Ling and the others.
Lei Ling snorted coldly and stepped forward first. Golden divine thunder covered his body densely, and countless thunder filaments escaped, making him look as majestic as a god.
Bah, bah, bah!
Terrifying thunder surged out of Lei Ling's body, stirred in the air, and exploded into a terrifying sea of golden thunder.
Countless golden divine thunders fell into the poisonous mist of the ghost head, completely destroying it and scattering it.
But the poisonous mist is really terrifying. Although it has been dispersed by the golden divine thunder, most of the poisoned people are almost dead.
"Fu Ming, you really deserve to die!"
Lei Ling's eyes were red. Seeing his people being slaughtered in front of him, he was filled with rage and wanted to kill Fu Ming immediately.
And Lei Ling did not hesitate. The moment he said these words, his whole body was bathed in divine thunder, and he rushed towards Fu Ming like a god.
Fu Ming showed an evil smile on his lips and said, "Lei Ling! I am no longer what I used to be, and you are no longer my opponent!"
As he spoke, Fu Ming also flew out, with billowing purple-black mist pouring out from his body. The mist manifested into various ugly and ferocious heads.
Boom boom boom!
Immediately, Fu Ming and Lei Ling collided together. The golden divine thunder collided fiercely with the purple-black mist, like two distinct worlds, which looked very spectacular in the sky.
In an instant, Fu Ming and Lei Ling fought for more than ten rounds. Each time they fought, the energy ripples erupted were terrifying, and large areas of the surrounding space were torn apart and collapsed.
Moreover, the two of them used all their strength to release their own gods and demons.
Fu Ming's demon is a six-winged black insect. This black insect looks like a beetle, with six black eyes on the hard armor at the front.
And Lei Ling's god and demon is a huge golden thunder hammer. The hammer is filled with dense golden thunder, and the momentum is like a rainbow, which looks very scary.
As Lei Ling and Fu Ming fought, the two gods and demons collided fiercely in the sky, erupting into terrifying energy ripples like waves.
Bing Hu looked at the battle between Fu Ming and Lei Ling silently, with a slight frown on his face. His eyes were extremely vicious, and he could keenly sense that Lei Ling was at a disadvantage.
Bing You snorted coldly, his long hair moved automatically, and shadows of divine weapons appeared around him, surrounding him like a storm in the center.
As soon as Bingyou's right foot touched the ground, he shot out like an arrow from a string and rushed towards Fu Ming and Lei Ling's battle group.
However, not long after Bingyou had just emerged, he was blocked by a terrifying sword light.
Bing You had to make a quick decision and retreat to avoid the sword light. He looked solemnly at the female cultivator with a sword walking towards him not far away.
"Jian Wuwu..."
Bing You frowned slightly and looked at the female cultivator with the sword in fear.
Jian Wuqing is the strongest member of the younger generation of the Zihuan clan. His swordsmanship is extremely powerful and is far more terrifying than ordinary swordsmanship.
"Bingyou, you are the only one of the younger generation of the Hexu clan who practices the Weaponry Path! I only practice swordsmanship, which is a branch of the Weaponry Path!"
"Now, I plan to challenge you to see if you are as powerful as the rumors say!"
Jian Wuqing slowly pulled out the divine sword from behind, stepped lightly, and suddenly accelerated.
Like a rainbow, she pierced the sky and appeared in front of Bing You in an instant.
Bing You's face was ugly, but he reacted quickly and instantly took out a variety of magic weapons from the spiritual ring.
He has an extremely large number of magic weapons, one hundred and eight in total, including swords, spears, swords and halberds.
Clang clang clang!
Jian Qingqing shook his right hand, and the divine sword slashed out, creating countless terrifying sword shadows, and then countless sparks erupted between the two sides.
At the same time, Leng Feifei also took action.
Samei, Zongtuo and other six disciples of the Nine Kings of Hexu attacked one after another and fought with Leng Feifei.
Leng Feifei was very strong. With one against six, not only was she not at a disadvantage, but she also suppressed all six of them. She was in the limelight for a moment.
After about dozens of rounds, it was Leng Feifei who was the first to decide the winner.
Only three figures were seen, and they were hit in the chest by Leng Feifei's palm, and they immediately turned into three ice sculptures.
"No! We are no match for her, run away!"
When Zongtuo saw that his three companions had been severely injured, he was so shocked that he turned around and ran away regardless of Sami and the other monk.
"Zongtuo, you..."
Samei and another monk were furious. Zongtuo was so greedy for life and fearful of death that he just walked away. How could they stop Leng Feifei?
Leng Feifei glanced coldly at the fleeing Zongtuo's back, and did not chase him. Instead, she quickly appeared in front of Samei and the other two, severely wounded the monk with one palm, and turned him into an ice sculpture.
However, she did not deal harsh blows to Sami, but took out a golden chain and tied Sami up.
After doing this, she quickly chased after Zongtuo.
Soon, Leng Feifei caught up with Zongtuo.
When Zongtuo saw this scene, he was almost scared out of his mind. He shouted loudly, turned around and launched an offensive towards Leng Feifei.
Leng Feifei just sneered, easily defused Zongtuo's offensive, and turned it into a lifelike ice sculpture.