Chapter 290

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

"What's the secret? They don't have any spiritual power fluctuation after entering the white fog. It's a sign that they are all absorbed by the white fog."

"Hum, these stupid people must think that they have advanced cultivation and can survive the white fog. In that case, we just need to wait here to make a profit. "

"But that group of people's cultivation is so high, the means are so fierce, in case..."

"If there's any chance, no matter how high the cultivation is, we're not ordinary people without spiritual power. The more treasures they have, the more benefits we can get."

"Hum, dare to fight against our Murong family, then I will let that smelly boy with mask know what the end of offending my Murong family is!"

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in the misty white fog, there is a cold and gloomy air.

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

However, what is more terrifying than the gradual death is the sudden killing hidden in the invisible fog.

"Ah! Give me a break! Please spare me. I can give you all my magic weapons! "

Shrill screams and supplications rang out again and again in the thick fog.

But in response to them, the men laughed wildly and excitedly: "spare you, just two more magic weapons, but kill you, magic weapons and women are ours. You said, "if so, what would you choose?"

The seven or eight men were stout and straight, with black scarves on their faces. The first man looked at the young girls in the crowd with a pair of hanging eyes, emitting lustrous, evil and greedy light.

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

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

"As long as you all die here quietly, no one will find you when your body turns into bones."

The faces of the five soldiers who were surrounded all showed panic and despair.

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

But these vulgar men, who were usually outside, were not good enough to carry shoes for the martial men of Qingxia gate. Now they are the butchers who surround them.

The masked man at the head laughed, waved his hand and said: "brothers, give it to me. Except for the beautiful girl, all the others give me a huge hammer to smash their heads."

As soon as the voice fell, a few people rushed up with a strange cry.

No one has huge weapons in their hands, some are hammers, some are knives, and even a few hundred jin axe.

These weapons, which are heavy in the eyes of ordinary people and can't be lifted at all, are waving like toys in their hands.

After a while, the four young warriors had been hit one by one and fell to the ground with a scream.

The most terrifying thing was that one of them was split from head to foot by a huge axe, and the visceral blood flowed all over the ground. The scene was extremely bloody and terrifying.

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

The masked Khan, the leader, came forward, pulled her up and said with a laugh: "brothers, have you seen such a delicate woman, who is still the cultivation in the later period of Ning Mai, or the elite children in the big group, have you ever tasted such delicious food before?"

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