Zi Ling's expression became dark. 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 of the power of the golden light divine flame.

Without wanting to bear Wen Tianren's anger, Zi Ling could only fly to the spiritual boat that had been floating quietly against her original intention.

At this moment, Fan Mengyi felt quite anxious. She was not worried about Han Li. After all, if Uncle Han really couldn't stand the refining of the golden flame, he would definitely ask her master to help. Now that there is no movement, it means that everything is still under control.

What she was worried about was that she could not defeat the other party’s female companion, or that the movement of the fight would affect the master.

Just as Fan Mengyi made a plan and was preparing to use thunder to fight quickly, a strong spatial fluctuation broke through the forbidden law outside the cabin, attracting everyone's eyes except Han Li, who was wrapped in layers of golden light and divine flames.

"What a strong fluctuation, could it be that I was wrong in my judgment? The celestial phenomena on this island are related to the birth of treasures?"

Wen Tianren muttered to himself in confusion, and his heart was full of greed.

The fluctuation in space quickly subsided. The next moment, a figure that made Wen Tianren very familiar with 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, so he immediately took away the eight-door golden light mirror and set up the escape light to escape.

Seeing this, Luo Hong did not set off to chase him. Although he had the five elements escape magical power, he was several miles away from Wen Tianren, and even continuous teleportation could not prevent him from escaping.

When Wen Tianren responded to this lucky thing, a thunder sounded in his ears and Han Li's figure suddenly appeared.

In an instant, Han Li sacrificed dozens of flying swords and combined them into three giant swords and slashed towards Wen Tianren.

Although the materials used by Han Laomo’s natal magic weapon, the Green Zhufeng Cloud Sword, are rare, they have not been refined for a long time, and the power it possesses is not superior to face cultivators of the same level.

But at this time, Wen Tianren continuously drove the golden light divine flame, so his magic power was empty. Han Laomo swallowed the ten thousand-year-old spiritual liquid in the golden flame package, and his magic power was restored than before.

As one goes up and the other goes down, Wen Tianren's strength has dropped drastically and he no longer dares to take Han Li to slay his giant sword.

At present, although the two are still fighting, anyone can see that Wen Tianren is defeated and it will be a matter of time before he is killed.

Since the old demon Han could handle it himself, Luo Hong would not interfere. He looked at the sky from afar and saw that there was a faint black line pressing down, and he realized it in his heart.

Zi Ling, who was standing beside him, noticed the moment when Luo Hong Jiedan Cultivator's aura, retreated in panic to seek protection.

But after seeing Luo Hong's appearance, she immediately recognized that the other party was one of her guest elders. She couldn't help but feel relieved. She was about to explain, but she saw that the other party did not help Elder Han, but instead focused on her strange behavior.

Zi Ling suddenly felt a stern, remembering the real purpose of himself and Wen Tianren coming to this sea area. She couldn't help but look along Luo Hong's gaze, and her pupils immediately shrank and she said in surprise:

"Ghost mist!"

Then, Zi Ling ignored his demeanor and evaded his flying magic weapon and fled to the distance with all his strength.

Her scream fell into the ears of many people. The low-level monks around her with their own thoughts became panicked, as if an evil ghost was chasing her behind her butt, and they all used their means to flew away.

Han Li, who had just cut off Wen Tianren's head and collected his storage bag, also heard Zi Ling's scream. He turned around and saw the ghost fog rolling forward rapidly. He immediately felt a chill in his heart and shouted:

"Senior Brother!"

"Junior brother, don't worry about it, you go!"

Luo Hong pretended to be like he didn't know that ghost fog would come in advance. After shouting at Han Laomo, he grabbed Fan Mengyi's shoulder and flew towards Xiaogu where Yuan Yao casts spell.

At this time, my senior brother was actually thinking about saving fellow Taoist Yuan!

Without time to persuade him, Han Li gritted his teeth and flew away.

Under Luo Hong's full strength, the two soon arrived at Xiaogu.

After landing, Fan Mengyi finally had the opportunity to speak, and she immediately said:

"Master, ghost fog is the strangest natural disaster in the Chaos Star Sea. The monks who were swallowed by it have never appeared again, no matter what kind of cultivation level they have, we will run away soon!"

"It's too late!"

Taking advantage of the influence of the ghost fog-banned magical consciousness, Luo Hong took out a pre-prepared talisman, put it on Fan Mengyi's shoulder, and activated it.

Fan Mengyi immediately felt that she had a wonderful connection with her master, as if the auras of the two were integrated into one.

"Take out the flying sword! Stay there!"

After leaving a sentence, Luo Hong flashed, and passed through the forbidden magic array arranged by Yuan Yao as quickly as possible, and headed towards the altar.

As soon as he arrived, Luo Hong suddenly felt her body sinking, and all the magic power in her meridians was pressed back to her dantian, and all the spiritual energy was dissipated.

The forbidden magic light around him suddenly dimmed. Luo Hong subconsciously wanted to use his spiritual sense to explore, but found that his powerful spiritual sense was imprisoned in the Niwan Palace and could not be separated from his body.

The soul-resurrecting technique was naturally affected. The dark clouds of yin energy with a diameter of more than ten miles in the sky suddenly dissipated, and the spell was interrupted unstoppably.

Fortunately, Luo Hong knew that this was the result, so she did not waste any time due to surprise. She simply used her strong body to perform her light skills, and her speed was still amazing.

In just two or three breaths, he came to the bottom of the altar and happened to see Yuan Yao who was injured by the sudden interruption of casting spells.

Luo Hong flashed and hugged Yuan Yao into her arms so that she would not fall off the altar.

Because of the restrictions and concentration on casting spells, Yuan Yao had no idea about external affairs.

The ghost fog approached, and the monk instantly became a mortal. Her unprecedented weakness made her feel frightened, but the sudden warm embrace calmed her panic.

Yuan Yao looked up and saw that she was exactly the expected face.

Yuan Yao's eyes were full of doubts, but Luo Hong had no time to explain one by one, and just said simply:

"Ghost mist!"

Once these two words are expressed, any monk from the Chaos Star Sea can understand the seriousness of the matter.

"and you......"

Yuan Yao's expression changed drastically. He was about to say something, but was ruthlessly interrupted by Luo Hong.

"There is no time left. You can take this item and you will carry it with you whenever you go in the future!"

Luo Hong stuffed the Sky-Buffing Stone in his hand into Yuan Yao's hand and explained solemnly.

At this time, the Butian Stone was covered with small blood-red runes. The originally fluctuations of space were now flowing in some form.

Before Yuan Yao could figure out what was going on, she felt a huge suction force coming and she flew backwards.

She looked at the source of the suction force and saw a dark mist covering the entire sky.

This is the legendary ghost fog?!

Yuan Yao couldn't help looking back at Luo Hong, her eyes full of horror, because in the legend of the chaotic starry sea, ghost fog represents death.

"Don't lose what I gave you!"

Luo Hong had no time to explain this sentence and was swallowed by the black fog, and a low roar came from his ears.

The huge sound echoed in Luo Hong's skull, making him unable to sense everything around him.

The painful torture lasted for only a moment, and Luo Hong felt a sense of weightlessness coming and her whole body fell straight down.

At this time, he subconsciously wanted to mobilize his magic power to fly, but the golden elixir in his dantian did not react at all.

With a "bang", Luo Hong fell into a smooth and smooth state.
Chapter completed!