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"Poisonous fog?" Looking at the black fog, Sikong said a half language light sentence. His face was not in a hurry. Zhenyuan agitated in his body to form a protective shield of Zhenyuan, which shrouded him and isolated the erosion of these poisonous fog.

"I wanted to fight with you to see what your means are. Since you choose such tactics, then don't blame me for not giving you the opportunity." Since he chose to fight with the old demon, how can Sikong Banyu not be sure? The reason why he agreed to the leader's proposal and let himself face the old demon alone is that the old demon has survived for hundreds of years. He is afraid that he knows something about the demon clan, and he should be able to get useful information from his mouth.

On the other hand, he doesn't want to fight the dragon head yet. Because he didn't have the time, the dragon head was very powerful. He was not sure about fighting against the first battle. So he planned to kill the old demon to frighten him. From the mouth of the dragon head, Sikong Banyu was not hard to tell. The dragon head was afraid of even chasing the wind. So he killed the old demon and let the dragon head know his real strength in disguise.

What's more, Sikong Banyu doesn't have much time to waste here. The European Leo family is the top priority.

He sat cross legged in the void. His hands changed continuously, making a knot and a strange Rune with black light. With the change of the seal formula in his hand, he appeared and circled around him. These runes were very deep, as if one could get deeply involved in it.

With the increase of runes, the whole Sikong half language is completely wrapped up, forming a natural barrier, covering the Sikong half language tightly. At the next moment, these runes quickly contract and sink into the middle. Even Sikong's half language body shape is completely swallowed up. It turns into a fist sized black snake, which directly rushes into the black poisonous fog.

"The art of mimicry? No Even if it's the art of mimicry, it's impossible to hide the breath at all, as if this is his noumenon. Is he a mirage of some strange monster? " Lian Zhufeng, hiding in the tentacle walls, was very surprised to see Sikong's half language turned into the black Rune of the black snake. He couldn't understand what it was, but he felt a crisis in his heart.

This black snake shuttles through the black fog, and has not yet flown a few steps. Between Muran, a slender tentacle suddenly stretches out from the barrier and sweeps towards the black snake. However, strangely, when the tentacle sweeps the black snake, the black snake directly collapses and turns into a rune flying in the air. It seems that there is no resistance at all, but the tentacle has just passed Some runes, however, coalesced again into the shape of a black snake and continued to rush towards the wall.

"This What is this? " Even the wind startled pale, even immune to attack? Although he has not seen the power of the black snake, he has a feeling that if the black snake is close to the edge of the Haitu cage he has set up, he is afraid that he will be very hard.

"Brush..."

The continuous tentacles, driven by the wind, sweep, pierce, oppress and bombard the black snake Any way of attack, in those tentacles endless stream, but for the black snake, there is no harm, completely immune, and the location of the black snake, has been close to the Hai earth cage barrier, even the heart palpitation of the wind, more and more strong.

Suddenly, a voice appeared in his mind.

"You are in bad luck and become my opponent. You are lucky, too, because soon we will not be enemies

Even the wind did not react to it, he felt a stabbing pain in his head, as if something suddenly pierced his head, the pain of the heart let Lian Zhufeng miserable.

At the next moment, the whole Haitu cage suddenly collapsed. The tentacles that made up the cage collapsed like dust, and the poisonous fog inside quickly diffused out, corroding everything around. Within a few breaths, the hill where they stood before disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye and turned into murmuring black water flowing forward. It was Black fog is corrosive.

In the void, even standing in the air, eyes closed, as if a deep sleep in the past, motionless. And Sikong Banyu, however, has disappeared mysteriously.

Their battlefield has changed its position. In a strange space, Sikong half language stands with his hands down and looks at Lian Zhufeng with a flustered look on the opposite side. However, Lian Zhufeng is not the old man with white hair and childish face, but a huge octopus with eight claws, which is his essence.

There is a chain outlined by the black Rune around Lian Zhufeng, which binds him to death. No matter how he struggles, he can't move.

"This What's this? Who the hell are you? " Even if the body can't move, it's ok if the body can't move. But now it's not the body that can't move, but his spirit. Just now he just felt that he was forced by a terrible and strange force to restrain his spirit from his body and come to this strange space.

"Me? Ha ha Don't you already know who I am? Now ask me? " Sikong half language light smile, but in the heart is full of wonder, he knows that the art of seizing the spirit is terrible, but he did not expect to be so terrible. It is worthy of being the balance between the two worlds in legend.This skill was acquired when he killed a ghost monk at a time. However, Sikong Banyu has not been used very much, because for a monk with strong spirit, if he is careless and can't arrest the spirit of the other party, he will be greatly attacked. Stealing chicken doesn't make rice. If it was not for Sikong Banyu, who had a touch of supernatural power in his previous life, he would not have dared to use this technique against Lian Zhufeng.

"No You are absolutely not that person, not Sikong Banyu. Although Sikong Banyu's strength is not weak, but it does not have such strong strength, who are you? When did I even offend you Lian Zhufeng doesn't believe that the man in front of him is Sikong Banyu. According to the news handed down by the sage, he is a ghost, but his cultivation is limited, which may be comparable to the peak of Dongxu. However, the man in front of him has already surpassed the void, and even has reached a level with the Holy One.

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