Chapter 719

The fog dragon is still chasing them. At this moment, there are only two ways to break away from the fog dragon. One is to sink down to escape the sea of ​​fog, and the other is to break through the sea of ​​fog and go upwards. .

It's just that there have always been rumors that "Penglai can't be reached, and the weak water is [-] miles away". It is really difficult to judge how deep this weak water is.

Wu Yan's side quickly flew upwards, but the Hundred Ghosts and Infant Spirits could no longer bear it and retracted back into the spell. Qingyan was tied to Wu Yan's body with a rope by Yan Xiaoai and Xueshan. eccentric.

Wu Yan could still rely on his sharp claws to climb on the rock wall to maintain stability, but Nan Gongling and the elder couldn't hold on to the mountain wall. Once they entered the dense fog and hadn't met the dragon, they felt a strong falling force , fell down quickly, and did not stabilize their figure until the mist fell out, and the two special offices were even worse, the speed of the aircraft was very fast, and the two of them almost plunged into the mist Among them, the speed of the impact is as fast as the speed of the fall. However, the two of them rely on external force to fly. After falling out of the fog, they rush in again, and the result is just like this rushing and falling, rushing and falling , until the gas was exhausted, and it became the power of the spell again, and the two continued to go up and down, up and down, up and down...

The mist was churning, like rolling waves. At this moment, Yan Xiaoai and the others were already wet. Wu Yan's original image was very mighty, but at this moment, he was also a drowned image. He had already climbed a long way The distance is far away, but this sea of ​​fog seems to have no end. The Wu Jiao behind him is still chasing, and is constantly attacked by Yan Xiaoai and Xueshan. At this moment, a piece of Wulong's head has been sunken, but it does not affect the Jiao Jiao at all. He was still chasing him at a fast speed, as if he really wanted to wrap the big black cat and those tiny humans tightly to death.

"Damn fog, if only there was a vacuum cleaner."

Xueshan's eyes were obscured by the white mist, and she subconsciously complained. Her words fell into Yan Xiaoai's ears, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in Yan Xiaoai's mind. A scroll was taken out from among them, it was the painting that sealed Yuan Yuan. Yan Xiaoai had refined this painting several times, but it hadn't been completely completed yet, but there was a huge independent space in this painting Yes, it might be able to absorb the mist.

Yan Xiaoai opened the scroll, and Yuan Yuan on the screen was resting with her eyes closed. As Yan Xiaoai opened the scroll, Yuan Yuan on the screen opened her eyes immediately, and then transformed herself out of the painting. As soon as she came out, she saw Seeing a thick fog, she was a little confused for a while, she turned to look at Yan Xiaoai, and asked softly, "Master, where is this?"

Yuan Yuan is a painting spirit, but she doesn't have much reaction to Ruoshui, but the whiteness makes her feel a little confused, what is this place, and she feels that she is flying upwards quickly, and then take a closer look. Seeing that Yan Xiaoai and the others are actually standing on the shoulder of a black cat, and there is a fog dragon chasing after it, this scene is really a bit unreal. If she remembers well, monsters like dragons seem to have been extinct up.

"Leave it alone, suck all the mist into the painting."

Yan Xiaoai didn't have time to explain to Yuan Yuan at all, and quickly gave her an order. Yuan Yuan nodded and stopped asking. A brush was quickly added to her hand, and her hand was empty As soon as she drew a picture, a huge vortex formed from her pen. As soon as the vortex appeared, it spun rapidly, and the surrounding mist was quickly drawn into it.

(End of this chapter)

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