V5.Chapter 97

It's really cold. Everything seems to be frozen in the cold. Even the air seems to be freezing.

In this endless black fog, the longer you stay, the colder the body seems to be.

This is a feeling of being gradually oppressed by the evil spirit. As long as it is human, it is simply impossible to survive in this environment for a long time.

At the moment, he Yiming is standing somewhere in the thick fog.

He breathed long, letting the cold air spread into every corner of his body, and then was slowly absorbed by Dantian.

Slowly raised his hand, and he carefully looked at the magical and strange special weapon in his hand.

Fork sword is a special weapon in the huangquan gate that can only be used at the level of xianxiantian.

This is the authoritative symbol of the huangquan gate. Since the founder of the huangquan gate was famous all over the world and established it, no other forces dared to use similar weapons.

This weapon with special signs has become a powerful weapon that no one dares to imitate in the whole East.

But for he Yiming from the northwest, he didn't know what a noble position huangquanmen had in Dashen territory, so he didn't hesitate to make this best choice when he wanted to hide his identity.

Suddenly, the tracker in front of the chest moved slightly, and only he Yiming, who had been hanging close to the flesh, could distinguish this slight to extreme subtle vibration.

The muscles in his chest miraculously squirmed, pushed the tracker out of his mind and came to his ear. He quietly listened to the slight sound from this thing.

His body finally moved, like a jungle cheetah, and quickly disappeared into the night.

His body was covered with a thick layer of black, like an elf under the night sky, moving forward quietly.

He Yiming's spirit has been gathered to the extreme. He faintly felt that he seemed to have integrated with this black fog.

When he had this idea, his body naturally began to completely integrate into the black fog.

The masters who came to the ghost crying mountain, although they used the abundant unimaginable Qi of heaven and earth in the black fog to impact the realm of tripod or venerable, they stayed away from the whole black fog.

If they had a choice, they would rather look for a similar opponent like the Qilian double demons, rather than enter this dangerous place.

But he Yiming is different. When his Dantian began to accept the black fog here, the energy here was assimilated by his Dantian.

It's like the old ice series jade bottle, like the paralysis ability of the old stone king, like Hao Xue's distortion and coagulation. Once this magical power enters he Yiming's body, it can be dissolved by his Dantian and turned into its own use.

So at this moment, he can integrate himself into the black fog.

At this moment, he unexpectedly suddenly had a feeling that he was the black fog, and the black fog was him.

Suddenly, a harsh howling came, which made he Yiming suddenly wake up after entering a delicate state.

He shook his head and sighed regretfully. It was not easy for him to enter the state similar to epiphany just now. Even he could not enter it at will.

However, fortunately, he still remembered his goal at the moment. After hearing this violent voice, he Yiming immediately knew that he was close to his destination.

The movement of his hands and feet immediately slowed down a lot, and the surrounding black fog even slowly rushed towards him, making his side look like a black hole.

Slowly, with him as the center, the nearby black fog became more and more dense, and gradually spread.

This speed was relatively slow at the beginning, but when a certain scale was formed, this change began to become obvious and fast.

In the black fog ahead came the roar of the crazy man when he was desperate. In such a huge howl, the voices of Hao Xue and others faintly sounded.

"Brother Hao, the fog here seems to be thicker." Fang Sheng's voice sounded hurriedly, and there was a trace of impatience.

It has been about 20 days since he entered here. Even he can feel a kind of pressure almost like suffocation anytime and anywhere.

Zhu Guanhao's voice was no better. He snorted coldly and said, "it's almost half an hour. It should condense blood clotting beads."

Hao Xue's voice sounded faintly, perhaps because he practiced special skills. Among the three of them, he was the only one who could ensure complete calm.

"No, you still remember how we failed last time. It was because the time of fighting was too short that he didn't urge most of his potential, so he couldn't produce clotting beads. So this time, we must be steady and don't be careless again."

Fang and Zhu stopped talking, and a violent sound of sonic boom came from the space. It was not an easy thing to constantly knock down and injure the crazy man, but to surround him in a fixed place.

However, the three of them can't help it. If they don't surround this person at a fixed point, once there happens to be another howling sound, these crazy people will abandon them without hesitation. They have suffered twice and will never pay for it again.

Only in this way, the pressure faced by everyone will suddenly increase. If not for each of them to have such a powerful strength, they will certainly not be able to maintain it for a long time.

After another cup of tea or so, Hao Xue finally said, "brother Fang, you can start."

Fang Sheng gave a long answer, and there was a relief in his voice. Then his figure shook slightly and suddenly became ethereal. This kind of body method is weird and unpredictable. Not to mention facing a crazy person, even facing he Yiming, it will definitely make him dizzy.

In a blink of an eye, he had appeared in front of the man and gently blew at the flute.

A sharp needle shaped Qi rushed out of the other end of the flute and immediately pierced the man's eyebrows.

The man's body shook a few times, and suddenly fell down softly.

Fang Sheng's heart was completely relaxed. However, at this moment, a gloomy atmosphere suddenly filled up, and all the hairs on his back stood up.

A strong sense of crisis suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart, making his whole body rise with a shivering feeling.

Although he was born in a big family in the mainland, he had experienced hundreds of battles in his life and reacted quickly, which was even better than others.

Without thinking, he waved the jade flute in his hand, and a strange crisp sound came, which seemed to hit something. However, the fatal crisis did not disappear, but became more and more intense.

Fang Sheng's body rushed to the side between the lightning and flint. He had played his best strange body method to the limit. At the same time, he exclaimed, "someone..." at this moment, he could only care about his own life, but he had no need to care about the crazy man who had died.

It seemed that a black light flashed in the black fog, and a slender and strange sword stabbed Fang Sheng from the place where he just stood.

The shock in he Yiming's heart was not under Fang Sheng at all.

He first condensed the fog and hid his hiding with the greatest possible.

Fortunately, the three of them focused on the crazy people, otherwise even he Yiming could not easily bully into this place.

Fang Sheng killed the man in one fell swoop, which was the easiest time for his whole body, and he Yiming chose to start at this moment.

He opened the way with the original blood needle, which was integrated with the ice system and paralyzing power, and the fork sword followed.

These two attacks in a row are the limit he can achieve when concealing his identity.

However, Fang Sheng's reaction speed was far beyond his expectation. With a seemingly random wave of his hand, Yu Di blocked the blood needle like a ghost, and his identity was also smart and strange. After giving way to he Yiming's sneak attack sword, it made him feel difficult to pursue.

So far, he Yiming's deliberate first assassination was completely defeated.

However, his reaction was not slow at all. When he missed, he immediately fell down and sucked the body underground into the palm of his hand with a shake of his wrist.

Almost at the same time, he Yiming's feet slightly forced, and he Yiming had retreated towards the rear with a faster body method than before.

Hao Xue and Zhu Guanhao roared at the same time. The three of them never thought that there was a super master hidden behind them that they couldn't find.

Two huge Qi suddenly broke through the air and came, chasing in the direction of he Yiming's retreat.

Followed by Fang Sheng, who had calmed down.

There was a ferocious color on their faces. At this moment, they absolutely worked together to kill the unknown Master on the spot.

After all, what they did this time must not be divulged, otherwise waiting for the fate of the three of them will be extremely miserable.

He Yiming's figure suddenly stopped, and he was so hidden in the black fog that he seemed to become a thick fog and disappeared no longer.

Hao Xue's eyes coagulated and exclaimed, "blindfold..."

He Yiming's heart moved slightly. In the other party's voice, there was not only a feeling of surprise and fear, but a trace of gratifying joy.

This heartfelt cry can't hide from others. He Yiming suddenly had an idea in his mind. He kept his hand, and the forked sword that had been taken back suddenly stabbed out.

"Ding..."

A crisp sound suddenly sounded from the void.

"Fork sword assassin?" Zhu Guanhao, who waved away the sword, also gave a soft cry, and there was an unspeakable relaxed tone in his voice.

Hao Xue's relieved voice finally rang out: "Your Excellency, please stop, everyone is his own."