Soul Emperor Martial God

In the fog and danger, Xiao Yi frowned and thought.

Even though the group of black-clothed warriors had died, the fog demon had been collected, and the numerous bones had been shattered, the surrounding environment was still extremely scarred.

Xiao Yi glanced at his arm.

The black mark on the arm is still there, but it has stopped corroding.

The breath of death has been completely sealed off by the purple inflammation that seeped into his arm, and it was not rampant.

To completely erase the black mark, you need to burn all the breath of silence.

When the deadly breath is burned, the black mark will automatically absorb the vitality of the body and restore it.

This seems to be an endless loop.

The only way is to make this black mark have no ‘energy’ to absorb and cannot be restored.

But if there is no ‘Essence’, he cannot condense the flame.

Therefore, when the vitality is about to run out, only one step faster than the black mark.

As long as the last trace of vitality is used as the first condensing flame by himself; then, after the flame burns the dead breath, the black mark will no longer be able to recover.

This is what Xiao Yi can think of now.

But here is a million mountains and a hundred thousand dangerous places. It is absolutely unwise to run out of vitality rashly, and even to die.

Therefore, you have to go out of these million mountains first, and when you reach the middle domain, find a safe place, and then thoroughly deal with the black mark.

Now, temporarily block it and let it run wild.

"Hiss." Xiao Yi took a slight breath.

On the arm, a pain that was more severe than before came.

Although the breath of silence has been blocked, it is still raging.

At the same time, the hot breath of Zi Yan was also lingering.

The clash of the two breaths naturally made the pain in his arm worse than before.

But the pain was pain, Xiao Yi didn't care, and it didn't matter if the injury on his arm stabilized.

Xiao Yi took out a few high-grade pill, crushed them, and applied them to the wound.

Corrosion has stopped, but there is a serious bone wound on the arm, which still needs treatment.

The breath of dead silence has been suppressed by the blockade, and the effects of the elixir have been fully utilized.

Before long, the wound on the arm will heal.

"Huh." Xiao Yi breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his arm.

"Beiyin Palace." Xiao Yi muttered to himself, frowning.

He didn't know what was going on with this group of warriors in black.

He had never heard of this so-called Beiyin Palace, and he did not know which power it was.

But obviously, the methods of these warriors are extremely extraordinary, and the forces behind them are by no means ordinary forces.

When Xiao Yi first entered this misty and dangerous place before, even though he fought, he still looked at the traces around him with careful thought.

According to his guess, the time for these black-clothed warriors to come to this dangerous place should be only a few months.

A celestial realm quadruple powerhouse, plus more than a dozen celestial realms, such a group of powerhouses, entrenched in this misty and dangerous place, what do they want to do?

And that fog demon, Xiao Yi never believed that the tall and upright warrior had the ability to subdue.

So, what happened to the fog demon at his disposal?

There seems to be too many unusual and doubts here.

After a long while, Xiao Yi shook his head, too lazy to think.

He is always optimistic, so he doesn't think too much if he doesn't think about it; there are some things that he solves when he meets them. If he doesn't meet them, it's useless to worry too much.

A light flashed in his hand, and he took out the Wind Holy Pot.

Ouch...

As soon as the Wind Sacred Pot was taken out, there was already a screaming roar inside.

The entire Feng Sheng pot trembles violently, and a trace of mist struggles to float out from the pot mouth.

"Naughty animal." Xiao Yi let out the fog demon with a low cry.

"Roar." The mist demon roared immediately.

Boom...a surging purple inflammation, surging out.

The crazy figure of the fog demon stopped instantly, staring at the purple flame in front of him in horror.

It's just not smart, but it's not a fool.

Its instinct tells it that the flame in front of it is enough to burn it into nothingness and annihilate its spiritual wisdom.

"Surrender or die." Xiao Yi's tone was cold.

Ouch...

The fog demon roared, and the thick fog surged.

Boom...The surging purple flame instantly blocked the surroundings, and the terrifying high temperature caused the air to be distorted.

"Naughty animal, I think you derive your wisdom tens of thousands of years ago. It was hard-won. Don't force me."

Ouch...

The misty demon's roar lowered, and a humane plea was revealed in his hollow eyes.

"Humanity…"

"the host…"

In the misty demon's mouth, he uttered intermittent words.

Xiao Yi nodded in satisfaction, and said, "Return to the holy pot of wind, and release your wisdom."

The fog demon hesitated for a while, and then with a swish, he obediently returned to the Wind Saint Pot.

A touch of wisdom slowly appeared, and drifted in the wind holy pot.

"Feng." Xiao Yi shouted in a low voice.

Inside the Wind Sacred Pot, the radiant wind evil instantly sealed Lingzhi.

Subsequently, under the control of Xiao Yi, a trace of spiritual wisdom was sealed in the Wind Saint Pot.

In the future, if the fog demon has any changes, Xiao Yi can use the wind holy pot to disperse its intelligence with a single thought.

Of course, Xiao Yi's own strength can easily deal with this fog demon.

"Suck." Xiao Yi shouted again.

In the Wind Holy Pot, a huge suction force appeared.

The dense fog in the entire misty area was quickly absorbed.

These thick fogs are not ordinary fogs themselves.

Otherwise, the mere fog would never greatly reduce his perception of Xiao Yi, or even block his vision.

The martial artist with a high level of cultivation has amazing six senses, and the ordinary fog, no matter how thick it is, will never affect the vision of the martial artist.

And now these thick fogs clearly carry an extremely surprising and pungent smell of blood.

If you didn't guess wrong, it should be the remaining blood of the people, monsters, etc. that the mist demon has killed over the past countless years.

Normally, these blood qi will circulate and escape over a long period of time.

But this fog is dangerous because of the existence of fog demon.

Therefore, these blood qi are all trapped in the mist; over time, they even merge into the thick mist.

This caused these thick fog to be extremely abnormal.

About half an hour later, all the thick fog was sucked up by the wind holy pot in the big fog.

Thick fog is also a wind attribute, so the holy pot of wind can be absorbed and stored.

At the same time, the aura of the fog demon inside has obviously risen by a level, reaching the seventh level of the celestial pole.

"Thanks...Master, Master." Inside the Wind Saint Pot, the misty demon's intermittent voice came out.

Xiao Yi nodded and said nothing.

The fog demon, whose intelligence is too low, can only automatically improve its strength after a long time of accumulation, and it is almost impossible to use normal cultivation methods.

Doing everything well, Xiao Yi glanced around.

The fog dissipated and the surrounding environment regained clarity.

It was huge and dangerous, endless, but empty.

There is not half a monster, not half a tree, not half a living creature, only the scorched ground on the ground.

Xiao Yi shook his head, walked to the place where the tall warrior blew himself up before, and picked up the **** sickle.

The upright warrior's self-detonation left nothing; it was this **** sickle that actually carried the celestial quadruple warrior's self-destruction at close range without any damage.

"The best spirit weapon." Xiao Yi glanced at it, and then put it in Qiankun's bag.

Whoosh... In the next second, Yukong flew up and continued on his way.

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