"Ha ha ha ha, there are automatic door-to-door?"

When Qi Heng rushed into the mist formation, a burst of wild laughter rang out in the mist.

"Master is ordering us to catch innate spiritual practitioners from nearby tribes, and one of them will be delivered right away, which is really good luck."

Between the tumbling of the fog, a man with a somber black robe stepped into the mist formation.

"Early days before birth? It's enough."

The man in the black robe gave a cold glance at Qi Heng, and a jade bottle popped up in his hand. "The master wants to catch these innate monks to practice, but he can't kill him. I'll forget him with drunk dragon saliva!"

When the bottle cap was lifted and a hand was stretched out, an intoxicating mystery emerged from the jade bottle, melted into the mist, and spread toward Qi Heng in the mist circle.

"Down! Down! Down!"

Watching Mi Xiang hang around Qi Heng, the man in black robe looked forward, waiting for Qi Heng to fall.

however……

"Don't use these tricks, come up with the real skill, otherwise, I have no patience to play with you."

In the horrified eyes of the man in the black robe, Qi Heng completely ignored the incense of the drunk dragon's mouth, and also ignored the misty array, a pair of cold eyes, looking at the man in the black robe through the heavy mist.

"How can it be?"

The man in the black robe was shocked. The master was a master of the purple house. The fragrant incense he configured and the magic array he arranged could not be stopped in the early days.

"It must be that he has the magic weapon to avoid the drunk dragon saliva. He cannot see through the formation, otherwise he would have stepped out of the formation."

As soon as the thought turned, the man in the black robe immediately had an idea, "Black needle, go behind his back. We pinch back and forth."

"Roar!"

A giant beast full of spikes nodded, and turned from the fog to Qi Heng's back.

"Still playing these little tricks? I have no patience anymore!"

Qi Heng snorted and patted it with a wave of his palm, and the strength of the thick and heavy earth rushed up.

"Boom!"

It was like a big mountain slamming his head, a huge force slamming his head down, and the Black Needle Giant was beaten into a powder and fell to the ground without a scream.

"Ah You……"

The man in black robes screamed in horror.

"I still saw that you practiced the method of refining your body and planned to play with you. I didn't expect you to be playing tricks all the time. I was so disappointed!"

Turning his head to look at the man in the black robe, Qi Heng snorted, raised his hand, and slapped it again.

Do not look at Qi Heng always slapping, in fact, this slap is not without origin.

What is the essence of "Hunyuan Supreme"? Yellow bear! The "Hunyuan Fingerprint", also known as Bear Palm, is one of his strongest attacking magical powers.

"Unfortunately, to reach the level of the ontology, I don't know what year or month."

Photographed with a palm, landslide!

This man in black robes who practiced the method of the demon's refining body, the refining monk who congenially fulfilled the realm, was also slaped into powder.

"The demon's body? Which devil's body is comparable to my body?

Qi Heng sneered and shook his head.

At this time, two consecutive loud noises had already alarmed others in the valley.

"Suddenly such a big movement? The master's method of refining the devil has been cultivated to congenital perfection, and it is really powerful!"

In the valley, several monks, also in black robes, looked at the Mist Formation with admiration and admiration.

"A strong enemy is coming, the old man's spirit beast, Black Needle, and your master are dead!"

Behind the valley, a gust of wind screamed, an old man with a shady face, carrying a **** urn. The dark mist tumbling on the stern surface, and a blast of screams of ghost howling came out.

Behind the old man, followed by a tall figure cast black, like black iron. It's just that this figure has blue-faced fangs, and the fingertips have black claws that are three inches long.

This turned out to be a zombie.

"A strong enemy strikes?"

When several disciples heard the words of the old man in black robes, they were suddenly shocked, and then relieved.

Master is a master of Zifu. She comes from Xuelong Mountain, the strongest force in the realm of Yanshan. She also has the "human" magic weapon "Li Guiying", and a black iron zombie who is also in the realm of Zifu.

With such strength, what powerful enemy has not yet won?

"A Purple House monk? A zombie? Then practice your hands! I hope to play longer."

Seeing the old man who was waiting to be seen behind the mist, Qi Heng sneered and walked out of the mist slowly.

"Darkness, come on!"

Qi Heng just appeared, the old man in the black robe did not hesitate, and immediately launched an attack.

"Roar……"

The black iron zombie roared, as strong as a gold iron zombie body, like a mammoth beast, and slammed into Qi Heng severely.

"Heart poison! Golden bee sting!"

At the same time, the old man in the black robe reached out and a black hive-like thing flew out, floating in the air.

"Om ..."

With a flash of black light, the hive instantly became larger, more than a foot tall, and there were numerous holes in it.

"Huh! Huh! Huh!"

One golden beetle rushed out of countless holes, and in a blink of an eye, it exceeded 100,000. Dense bees and insects, like a golden cloud, swarmed over Qiheng.

There are black iron zombies facing the enemy, and there are 100,000 golden bee stings in the sky. Under such lore, even the monks in Zifu are unavoidable.

But ... the old man in black robes hasn't stopped yet!

The lion beats the rabbit with all its strength!

He didn't do his best to take the shot, and he took over the things that were turned over by people. The old man in black robes heard about it. He would not do such a stupid thing!

"Looking ghostly, bitter!"

The black long urn in his hand shook, a gust of wind screamed, and the sound of countless ghosts crying, howling, thousands of fierce ghosts and fierce spirits rushed away towards Qi Heng.

"No matter how great you are, there is only a dead end!"

So full-force shot, magic weapon all treasure shot out, even if the purple monk's successful monk, even caught off guard can only drink the hate on the spot.

however……

"The power of the earth, an unbearable weight!"

At the foot of Qi Heng's foot, the whole land seemed to come alive at this instant. An extremely heavy force was overwhelming!

Unbearable weight! As if the entire earth was under his head.

"Papapapap ..."

The golden bee stings flying in the sky were instantly burst by this "unbearable weight ~ lightnovelpub.net ~".

"Roar……"

The black iron zombie was crushed to the ground, unable to move at all.

"what……"

The disciples of the old man in the black robe, under the power of this heavy earth, the internal organs burst, the bones burst, and the whole person burst into a cloud of blood.

"puff……"

The old man in the black robe sprayed blood violently and was directly crushed by this force. The internal organs and bones of the whole body were also crushed.

Fortunately, he was in the realm of Zifu, and his vitality was overwhelming. He never died.

"Supernatural power? This is supernatural power? He ... he has supernatural power?"

The old man in black robes was horrified.

However, when he saw countless fierce ghosts and fierce ghosts, he was still screaming and rushing towards Qi Heng without being affected by this force, and he felt a little hope in his heart.