Therefore, at this level, monks are no longer restricted by the soul of the destiny, and at least they cannot determine life and death with the soul of the destiny.

Otherwise, if you come and catch one by yourself, it won’t take long to form a large army and come out.

"What are you going to do?"

The old man was thrown into a dizzy way and looked at Qin Cheng in horror. Not only did he use spiritual energy, but his spiritual sense and strength have disappeared.

"What are you not doing, let you be a scarecrow and be prepared for any trouble."

After performing the three-seal technique of the Demon Clan, Qin Cheng took a random spiritual energy and flew into the old man's mouth, sealed his qualification to speak, and threw it into an area of ​​the formation.

Now that the old man is sealed by himself, he not only cannot use his spiritual consciousness, but also does not have the ability to move.

However, my own aura can be freely emitted because it cannot be controlled.

The old man was thrown aside by Qin Cheng. He stared at Qin Cheng, watching Qin Cheng sitting cross-legged not far away. He also took out some bottles and jars on the side and threw some things into the white fog around him.

He could see clearly that these things were poisonous insects, poisonous spiders, and they looked hideous and terrifying, and they were extremely poisonous.

This kid is a poison cultivator.

The old man's pupils contracted and his scalp became numb, which made him vomit blood, Qin Cheng released hundreds of poisonous substances while talking to himself.

"It's a pity that I didn't get more of these things from Murong Li. I'm too busy now and I can't cultivate much."

Is this little?

The old man was completely speechless. He had almost guessed how confused the monks who encountered these poisonous insects would be when they were plotted like themselves.

However, the old man did not see any monks being poisoned.

No one even entered the white fog.

Qin City flew out from time to time and would come back soon, obviously all of which had solved the enemy outside the white mist.

"Are the monks in this area all waste?" the old man roared in his heart.

Qin Cheng was obviously a cultivator in the dispersal realm. He had been doing well for so long, and he didn't even suffer any injuries.

But the old man didn't think about it. He was the fourth grade of the Combination Realm, and he was caught here without asking Qin Cheng to pay any price.

However, every time Qin Cheng comes back, he will throw the monk's body around this area, allowing the blood to flow on the ground.

"What are those blood-drinking swords?"

The old man also noticed that the blood flowing out of these dead monks was not soaked by the ground, but turned into trickles and was sucked into it by several fairy swords.

Judging from his own experience, these swords are more dangerous than those poisonous insects.

Outside the white mist, more than ten people flew over.

These monks are very close to each other, obviously like the Yusha Gang, they are monks from a sect.

"Senior Brother, that's it."

When he noticed that the beam of light soaring into the sky appeared in the white mist, a monk said excitedly.

"Well, but this place is a bit weird, with many traces of battle, but the white fog formation has not been destroyed too much." The young man in the Yuguan, who was leading among the crowd, frowned.

"Or why don't we attack first and destroy the formation before going in?" someone suggested.

"No, we can't see specific traces of this formation. If we attack randomly, it will take some time to dissipate the white fog. At that time, I'm afraid someone else will come."

The young man in Yuguan shook his head and said, "The fighting spirit before was quite scattered, and they should have fought alone. I'm afraid there was no such thing as me, with more than a dozen people together. It also means that there is probably only one person in the white fog."


Chapter completed!