The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

Chapter 882
As soon as Yunying withdrew her strength, the repulsive force from Haidong Secret Realm sent the red bead out.With the death and life yin and yang fire being sent out together with Feng Jing, the death energy lingering here gradually dissipated, revealing the spring and Jingming sky.

Su Minglang, Yu Feiran, and Hua Yang were still walking through the lifeless aura at first, but then they realized that the death aura was much weaker, so they speeded up to come here, but when they looked at the Qingyu Pavilion from afar, the fog people He also noticed their existence and rushed towards them with a roar.

Su Minglang saw the shape of the fog man clearly, and couldn't help being shocked: "What is it?"

The other two didn't know the origin of the fogmen, but they knew that this guy must be extremely difficult to deal with when they heard the wind rustle and the ground shake when they moved.

"This thing doesn't look like it can be subdued with poison, Brother Yu, be careful!" Hua Yang immediately turned his body surface into jagged rocks, growled and doubled in size, and quickly stood in front of Yu Feiran.

Su Minglang also clenched his fists with a dignified expression, and black snake scales slowly appeared on his neck and chest.

After his eyes turned into the vertical pupils of the snake, his field of vision was much wider, and the scene of Qingyu Pavilion, which he couldn't see clearly before, could now be seen a little more clearly.

He only saw Yun Ying alone in the pavilion, her face was flushed and her seven orifices were bleeding, obviously she was under extreme pressure, but Feng Jing, who he thought would be here, was not here.

This made him frown involuntarily, and wanted to go over immediately to ask Yunying what was going on, but the Wumen stood in front of him in a line, like a towering cliff that was difficult to climb, so he had to deal with them first.

Thinking of this, Su Ming Lang punched impatiently.

The fist was also wrapped in the sound of wind and thunder, and the wind of the fist faintly turned into a bear's head, rushing towards the fog man.

Yun Ying's sword is no match for this fog man, not to mention that Su Minglang's fist is not as sharp as her sword. The wind and mist rolled, but after the wind cleared, the black mist condensed again on the chest of the fog man, and the fog man was not injured at all.

Su Minglang frowned fiercely: "I'm still a stubble!"

Before he could make the next move, the fog man's arm without a hand was already swung towards him. Su Minglang had no time to dodge in a hurry, so he could only punch again.

For this pair, he just felt as if he was fisting against the endless tide. The strength of the opponent was not only surging but also continuous. It flew upside down for three or four feet before stopping.

With a bang, he fell into the furry grass and made a deep hole. Countless spiritual grasses were messed up by the broken soil, and the broken grass stems and roots were piled up in a mess.

At this time, the pain of the whole right arm, as if it had been run over countless times by the car, slowly hit his heart together with the pain of the collision elsewhere. Su Minglang gritted his teeth and struggled to stand up, looking at the man who was not chasing him. The fog man, with fierce fighting intent in his eyes.

After the fog man knocked Su Minglang into the air, he didn't catch up immediately, but joined the queue of other fog people and kicked Cuju together.

That Cuju was none other than Hua Yang who had been completely turned into a stone.

After Hua Yang turned his ordinary skin into rock, he also slapped the fog man, and was beaten terribly. Seeing several fog people around him attacking together, he couldn't deal with it in a hurry, so he had to be completely petrified, at least not Was beaten into a meat paste.

(End of this chapter)