Chapter 290

"They just went in and out in the white fog several times. Did they find any secret recipe?"

"There's no secret method. They don't have any power fluctuation when they enter the white fog. It's clearly a sign that they are absorbed by the white fog."

"Hum, these silly people must think that they can survive through the white fog if they have advanced cultivation. In this case, we just need to wait here to reap the benefits. "

"But the cultivation of those people is so high and the means is so cruel, in case..."

"In case of anything, no matter how high the cultivation is, we are not ordinary people without spiritual power. The more treasure they have, the more benefits we can get."

"Hum, dare to fight with our Murong family. Then I will let that masked boy know what's the end of offending my Murong family!"

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in the misty white fog, there is a cold and Yin Qi.

There is no spiritual power, no cultivation, and a little loss of physical strength and life value. This is a world like hell.

But what is more terrible than dying is the sudden killing hidden in the invisible fog.

"Ah! Give me a break! Please spare me, all my magic weapons can be given to you! "

The shrill screams and prayers were heard again and again in the thick fog.

But the response to them was the men's rough and excited Laughter: "forgive you, you are just two more magic weapons, but kill you, the magic weapons and women are all ours. You say, what would you choose? "

The seven or eight men were stout and straight, with black scarves on their faces. The leading men looked at the young girls in the crowd with their eyes hanging from each other, emitting a lustful and greedy light.

"We are disciples of Qingxia sect of Tiangang country. If you dare to fight us, our school will never let you go!"

But the masked man laughed and said, "qingxiamen will not let us go. It depends on whether you can escape from here."

"As long as you die here silently, no one will discover your existence until the flesh becomes white."

The faces of the five fighters surrounded all showed a look of panic and despair.

In this white fog, all the spiritual power of the warrior disappears, and the weak body and ordinary people are even more vulnerable.

But these vulgar men in front of them, who are usually outside but at the beginning of their cultivation, do not deserve to give shoes to the martial artists of qingxiamen, but now they are the butchers who surround and kill them.

The first masked man laughed and waved his hand and said, "brothers, give it to me. Except for the beautiful woman, others will smash their heads with a huge hammer."

As soon as the voice fell, several people rushed up with strange cries.

No one has a huge weapon in his hand, some are huge hammers, some are big knives, and even a huge axe weighing several hundred jin.

These heavy and immovable weapons in the eyes of ordinary people are like toys in their hands.

In a short time, the four young fighters had been hit one by one and fell to the ground screaming.

The most terrifying thing is that a man was split by a huge axe from head to foot, his internal organs were bleeding all over the place, and the scene was extremely bloody and terrifying.

The only remaining girl screamed, full of fear and despair.

The first masked Khan came forward and pulled her up. He laughed and said, "you guys, do you see that such a delicate woman is still the cultivation of the later period of congealing pulse, or the elite children of the bulk people? Have you ever tasted such delicious food before?"