Heavenly Creation Beast

Chapter 633 Pale Yellow Fog

Rouxiu also wants to know this question, he doesn't want to fight anyone at all, and there are so many people from the Dark Night Blood Palace fighting him.

Although Rouxiu was confident that she would not be injured when dealing with these cultivators from the Dark Night Blood Palace, she was even more comfortable dealing with them.

But this is against the rules!
This is a matter between the Hydrogen Clan and Lu Qian, and Lu Qian didn't pay them, so why should they let them restrain these monks from the Dark Night Blood Temple!

Rouxiu wanted to strike very much, but the people in the Dark Night Blood Palace in front of them were so murderous that they didn't give him a chance to relax.

In order to prevent herself from being hurt by these foreign monks as soon as she relaxes, Rouxiu can only fight back very aggrieved.

But more people don't expect him to pull it.

It's not that Lu Qian is incapable of dealing with all the people here, he is a quasi emperor, and it's not easy to solve this matter with all his strength.

Lu Qian didn't try his best, so why expect them to do their best at this time!

This is not within the scope of the entrustment they accepted, Rouxiu is not at all willing to do things that are useless.

Yan Xuan was also unwilling to do it. Although Lu Qian gave them a very generous reward for this commission from Ansheng Pavilion, the Xuanjing Black Key is not something that can be obtained with money, and the more Xuanjing Black Keys are, the more valuable they are. Lu Qian didn't give one or two but a very heavy sum. It's not impossible to give some extra service, but this kind of forced help Yan Xuan is not so happy.

His master, Xie Ji, doesn't care about such gains and losses, but their disciples have to care about these gains and losses, otherwise the people in Ansheng Pavilion will drink the northwest wind.

Yan Xuan's attitude was a little negative, which was specifically reflected in the fact that he did not use his full strength, but only restrained the monks of the Dark Night Blood Palace who were staring at him.
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Lu Qian didn't care about the attitudes of Rouxiu and Yan Xuan, as long as they didn't turn to help the Dark Night Blood Palace at this time, it would be the greatest help to him.

The Dark Life Pavilion accepts orders to do tasks. It is not uncommon for this kind of thing to help you solve the matter one second, and then draw a sword against you because of another person's entrustment.

That is to say, the Ansheng Pavilion is the power of Xie Ji's emperor, and the tasks that the Ansheng Pavilion is most trustworthy will be completed no matter what, otherwise, the situation of the Ansheng Pavilion would have disappeared in the universe long ago.

What troubled Lu Qian at this time was that as long as he returned to his body, he could easily deal with the people here with his Quasi-Emperor strength, which was exactly the same as his main body.

But the body of this child of the mist is of great help to him, and his cultivation path is also related to the fog. Although it is not the fog of the child of the hydrogen and oxygen family, things with similar origins and similarities are also very helpful for his cultivation. .

Lu Qian didn't want to give up the body of the Son of Mist and go back to his own body right now. He had a feeling that as long as he was given some more time, he could even use this opportunity to break through Emperor Zun in one fell swoop.

Lu Qian gently waved his transformed red robe, lowered his eyes, and stimulated the potential of this child of the mist's body to the maximum.

Since he didn't choose to go back, he could only increase the strength of this body as much as possible.

At this time, Lu Qian was very fortunate that before today, the royal family Bing Hydroxy of the Hydrogen Clan and Tian Qing, the young patriarch of the Tiangong Clan, had signed a following contract, which gave him the upper limit of the body and the upper limit of the power he could store. Being elevated also allowed him to deal with the current situation more easily.

Lu Qian stretched out his right hand, a cloud of purple mist wrapped around it, and the purple mist wrapped around Lu Qian's fingers, moving with Lu Qian's movements, never leaving the range of Lu Qian's right palm.

The purple mist is a color that the sons of the mist of the hydrogen-oxygen family will not have at all. The fog of the sons of the hydrogen-oxygen family is pure white and light, and it is the misty fairyland that you see when you open the doors and windows in the morning when the water vapor is thick.

The purple mist is the mist brought by Lu Qian himself, and it is also his way of cultivation.

The moment he saw the purple mist appear, the corners of Lu Qian's mouth slightly curled up. The proud and evil arc carried a bit of this man's wickedness, and it captivated people's hearts the moment it appeared.

"go with!"

Lu Qian controlled the purple mist floating between his right hands to gather into a ball, and flicked towards Sha San.

The purple mist was flowing in the air, and the closer it was to Shasanna, the bigger the mist was, but no matter how big the mist was, it always maintained the same color, and it didn't fade a little due to the increase in size. point.

Before the fog group got close to Sha San, Sha San felt a huge pressure.

He will die, he will die in this mysterious purple mist, Sha San has never had such a clear cognition for a moment.

He trembled, unwilling to accept this fact, but he had to admit that it was true.

If that cloud of mist touched his body, he would definitely die.

Sha San almost couldn't control his urge to kneel down and beg for mercy, if he wasn't the captain of the third team of Sha Zi in the Dark Night Blood Temple, he would have already done so.

Thinking about how much he had paid to become a member of the main hall of the Dark Night Blood Palace, and how many terrifying things he had experienced to torture people's body and mind, there was never a moment of fear like he is now.

It was the fear of knowing something was going to happen but not being able to do anything about it.

At this moment, a cloud of light yellow mist spread from behind Sha San, and continued to spread towards the front, spreading past Lu Qian's group of purple mysterious mist, and even standing there would be uncomfortable if it spread. The extraordinary road was shallow, spreading past Tianqing and the others who were fighting together, and spreading across this area.

At the gate of the capital, a light yellow mist suddenly swept across the independent and independent battlefields.

One after another people disappeared into the mist, and the monks of the Dark Night Blood Palace returned to Mo Tu in a tacit understanding. The blue and white pupils flickered slightly, directing the dark night blood temple monks under his control to come back, Hu Yan saw Zhuang led the people in his forces to walk towards Mo Tu.

Sha San looked at the purple mist close at hand with lingering fear, felt the huge and terrifying destructive power contained in it, he couldn't help but shuddered, stepped back a few steps, and walked to Mo Tu as if nothing had happened. around.

Lian'er nestled in Motu's arms, and the curious eyes of the little birdy woman fell on the things Motu took out.

It was an incense burner. The incense burner was bright in color and crudely made, but the magic was that there was smoke emitting from the incense burner instead of burning incense.

The light yellow smoke is exactly the fog that permeates this war zone so that they can't see it.

"Master Motu, what's the situation? What about those people? Are they dead?" Hu Yan looked at the incense burner with fiery eyes. It looked like a good thing at first glance, but he was very self-aware and didn't try to snatch it. It was a question that puzzled those who saw this incense burner for the first time.

(End of this chapter)