No, go quickly, don't be shrouded in these fogs of death.
The two little saints quickly retreated. The two fifth-level saints couldn't wait any longer and ran away like crazy.
However, it's too late,
In the darkness, a sneering voice came. I want to leave now, do you think it is possible?
Immediately afterwards, the overwhelming mist of death surged out like a demonic cloud, covering the whole world.
Damn it, the two saints from the fifth heaven screamed in fright. As soon as they touched each other, their bodies became dented and their heads turned white!
No!
The two people roared, opened the sanctuary, and resisted desperately. However, this was not a point, but an overwhelming mist of death.
These two saints from the fifth heaven were unable to stop them at all. In an instant, their vitality was sucked dry.
They went from strong saints to withering like mummies, and finally only white bones remained.
Dead, two saints from the fifth heaven fell.
The two little saints also had extremely ugly expressions on their faces. Damn it, what's going on?
Their luck has gotten so bad.
Not only did I not get the treasure, but I was shrouded in the mist of death.
Damn it, let's go quickly. The two of them are little saints, they are powerful, and they also have holy weapons on them, so they can hold on for a while.
However, it is just persistence. If it is a small amount of death mist, they can still resist, but now they are in the death mist area, and the overwhelming aura of death is overwhelming.
Don't talk about them, even if the Holy Lord comes, he probably won't be able to compete, right?
I said, none of you can escape. At this moment, a voice came through,
The faces of the two little saints were filled with fear. There was a voice. Whose voice was it?
Is it possible that there are still people in the fog of death?
The two little saints were almost scared to death. Suddenly, the face of the young saint changed. No, this voice belongs to that boy.
He had fought with Lin Xuan, so he was familiar with Lin Xuan's voice, so he could naturally hear it now.
The boy's voice rang out. Could it be that after his death, the boy turned into a wraith and came to demand his life?
Both of them felt cold.
At this moment, the mist of death formed a big black palm and slapped him.
With a bang, it hit his protective light and enveloped him.
No, damn it! The young Saint was so frightened that he screamed. He wanted to break through the fog of death, but more and more fog of death came towards him.
Get out of here! The holy weapon's long sword slashes in all directions.
The mist of death was chopped into pieces, but it was mist itself, formless and could not hurt him at all, and he himself was scared to death.
Another old man was also horrified. He even suspended the folding fan above his head, lowered the Ten Thousand Principles, and completely enveloped his body.
He did not dare to take action rashly, even if his companions were now surrounded,
The young Saint was almost going crazy. He couldn't imagine why the mist would attack him.
Suddenly, a cyan lightning flashed through the mist, directly piercing through his defense and tearing his body apart again.
With a roar, he suddenly turned around and saw the shadow of a green dragon-shaped sword.
Damn it, it’s the other party!
Sure enough, he saw a young man walking out of the fog of death. He was unusually handsome and had a mysterious smile on his lips.
It's you, you're not dead! He was completely shocked.
He saw Lin Xuan, and Lin Xuan was now surrounded by the mist of death, forming a battle armor, making him look like a ghost in the underworld.
How is it possible, how can anyone be immune to the threat of the fog of death? Just when he was stunned, the fog of death had already penetrated into his wound,
causing his vitality to drain away quickly,
He screamed like crazy, but Lin Xuan had already seized the opportunity, and more and more death mist enveloped his body,
The young little saint felt that his vitality was flowing quickly.
Gradually, he lost strength.
What happened? Are you okay? The other old man roared crazily. He only heard the frightened sounds of his companions.
But what exactly he encountered, he didn't know.
Go quickly, this guy is a person in the fog of death. Finally, the young Saint gave a final warning,
Then he also turned into bones,
It is really hard for ordinary people to believe that the dignified little saint died like this.
Is he a person in the fog of death? Who is he? Old man Bai was extremely surprised and sad. He didn't know what the other person meant by this.
However, he did not dare to stay any longer and used the holy weapon to its extreme. The law of water on his body also exploded with unparalleled light.
A huge wave formed, sweeping him away as he tried to leave.
However, as soon as he left, he saw a figure waiting for him in front of him.
It's you!
He saw Lin Xuan as if he had seen a ghost.
He also saw Lin Xuan rising and falling in the fog of death, without being affected at all.
Now he finally knew what his companion meant,
But he was already too late,
No, we have to spread the news to the family. This matter must be spread. The other party has something to do with the Death Mist.
How dare they, the Rain Clan, provoke such a being?
When his fingers touched the formation, he wanted to send it away, but Lin Xuan was faster. The dragon sword soul turned into a stream of light and directly cut off the opponent's arm.
Under normal circumstances, Lin Xuan would not have succeeded so easily.
But now, the old man is obviously frightened. Moreover, he has long been disturbed by the death symbol, and about one-third of the vitality in his body flows.
He had long since ceased to exist at his peak, so with this blow, Lin Xuan succeeded.
The sound transmission array was shattered, and the old man's arm turned into blood mist.
Still want to deliver the news? Go to hell obediently. Lin Xuan moved his hand, and the Tai Chi formula in his body began to circulate. The towering mist of death enveloped the other party.
Ah! No, you can't be like this. I admit defeat, I surrender, please spare my life.
The dignified little saint also began to beg for mercy at this moment, but it was of no use at all.
After about a stick of incense, the fog dissipated, and only a pile of white bones appeared. Even the holy energy was dim and lost its luster.
The terrifying fog of death made Lin Xuan's scalp numb. Fortunately, he had Tai Chi skills, otherwise, he would definitely die here.
snort!
Lin Xuan sneered, turned around and left, continuing towards the Demon Star.
On the other side, several spirit boats were rowing across the sky. Inside the spirit boats, several distinguished people stood.
They are the people of the Rain Clan and Feng Lingxing.
Among them, the Emperor's Mausoleum and Yusi's Concubine are both there.
The people of the Rain Clan frowned and counted the time. It should be almost time. Why hasn't the news come back yet?
It should be no problem, we sent two little saints.
When the people in Feng Lingxing heard this lineup, they nodded in the same way. Don't overestimate that kid. A saint who respects the fifth heaven is enough to kill him.
Not to mention there are two little saints, there is absolutely no problem.
A few people nodded, not thinking about this matter. Instead, they discussed the matter of the Demon Star.
I wonder what is in these coffins brought out by the other party this time?