Chapter 3564: Fog mark

"Yes, Master Medog is what he said!"

Yigu also had a bit of resentment in his heart. The two powerhouses of the dazzling Ten Thousand Devil Forest could not keep a Ninth-Rank Human Immortal Venerable. They could only be angry with their own people, which was too unmannered.

"Igu, are you complaining about this seat?"

Hearing Yigu's seemingly respectful words, Medog narrowed his eyes, and what he said in his mouth made the former tremble slightly and his head was buried lower, but the light of hatred in his eyes became more and more intense. It's a bit rich.

"Subordinates dare not!"

Naturally, Yigu didn't dare to offend this Ten Thousand Demon Forest powerhouse, but this answer obviously couldn't satisfy Medog, and a trace of killing intent flashed in his eyes.

Medog was already upset enough today. He didn't expect that even an eighth-rank Immortal Venerable Ant would dare to shake his face. He felt that he had to stand up to get his majesty back.

"Don't dare? If you say that, you have grievances in your heart. It's just because of poor strength that you dare not show it?"

Motuo stared coldly at the foreign spirit of the Eighth Stage Immortal Venerable in front of him, and what he said in his mouth caused many foreign spirits onlookers to show different colors. The dark roads and valleys are probably about to be angered by this ten thousand demon forest powerhouse. Up.

"Master Medog, his subordinates made a mistake, please forgive me!"

Yigu obviously sensed the extreme oppression, even if Motuo was seriously injured, he was still a powerhouse in the semi-god state, and he was definitely not something that Yigu could contend.

"Since you are an ant, you must have the consciousness of an ant, Yigu, if there is a chance to give birth to sage, you must remember to be careful in your words and deeds!"

Since Medog had already had a murderous intent, he would no longer care about Yigu's attitude. After hearing his words, Yigu's complexion changed drastically, and his figure also changed suddenly at this moment.

Whoosh!

The Yigu of the Eighth Stage Immortal Venerable is not uncomfortable, but Medog's movements are undoubtedly faster. I saw a black mist rising up, instantly enclosing the Yigu.

"what!"

A scream resounding through the sky reached the ears of many foreign spirits, making them a little creepy, and at the same time silently mourning for that Yigu in their hearts.

It's not good for you to provoke. You have to provoke a Medog who is in a state of collapse, but he is still a super power in a semi-god state. Isn't this looking for death?

The many foreign spirits at this moment have undoubtedly forgotten that Yigu just wanted to report on the situation of the outer camp, not that he wanted to provoke Medog.

This is the subconscious obedience of the spirit race to the absolute authority of the strong. No matter how reasonable you are, you can't easily provoke the upper ones. This is still very different from the human race.

Therefore, when the screams of Yigu stopped abruptly, and when the fog dissipated and only one spirit crystal remained, no one thought there was anything wrong with this, and many other spirits thought it was justified.

It’s a pity that Yigu was still confessing that he was lucky and was able to escape from the hands of the human evil spirit star. However, he did not expect that happiness would lead to sorrow, and he would eventually die in the hands of a strong spiritual race. I have to say it is sad. .

On the other hand, Motuo, who killed Yigu, didn't even glance at the Yigu spirit crystal that fell to the ground. It seemed that after killing Yigu, his mood finally improved a bit.

boom!

Just after Motuo vented his mood and improved, somewhere above the sky, a majestic energy wave suddenly spread, followed by a black figure, and finally slowly stood up in the air. Xinjiang.

At this moment, Mo Jiang just glanced at the changes over there, feeling the refreshment in his body like mercury pouring down, he knew that the alien energy in his body had finally been depleted by himself.

To be honest, for a while just now, Mo Jiang had some doubts about whether he could dissolve that kind of power. This made his fear of Yun Xiao reached an extreme.

A human enchantment whose cultivation base is only at the level of the Ninth-Rank Immortal Venerable can threaten the true First-Rank Divine Emperor. If you think about it with your toes, you can think that the future is definitely the enemy of the Spirit Race.

Therefore, in public and private, Mo Jiang would not let the human youth named Yun Xiao go, even if it had been more than half a day since Yun Xiao left Shifang City.

call out!

Mo Jiang raised his hand, a black mist suddenly appeared, and then under his gaze, a burst of change turned into a small arrow, and the direction of the arrow's tip was surprisingly northwest.

"Sure enough, a cunning kid!"

Looking at the direction the arrow was pointing, Mo Jiang couldn't help but sneered. Fortunately, he had used some unintentional backhands to plant flowers, or else he really wanted to let the human boy escape from the sky.

Obviously this is a special secret technique for guiding the direction. The direction pointed by the arrow is where Yun Xiao is. Mo Jiang should have moved some hands and feet on Yun Xiao's body.

"what?"

However, just as Mo Jiang was ready, the black fog arrow in front of him had changed again. The pointed arrow turned into a bald head.

And the next moment, this mist turned into an iron rod, and it turned around steadily, like a headless fly that couldn't stop for a long while.

"That kid does have some abilities, he can hide the breath of fog!"

Looking at the black misty stick, Mo Jiang naturally knew what was going on. It was obvious that he had lost the impression of the misty mark.

It's just that the mist sticks do not dissipate, indicating that the mist mark should still be on Yun Xiao's body, but it was masked by an unknown method.

Fortunately, the black mist stick had already directed a direction before, so Mo Jiang felt that his luck was still good, and he secretly rejoiced that he resolved it in time.

"Medog, the mess of Shifang City is up to you!"

Before Mo Jiang set off to chase Yunxiao, he shouted at Medog over there, then glanced at a certain spirit crystal intently, and turned to the northwest without looking back. The direction swept away.

In a blink of an eye, Mo Jiang's figure had disappeared into the sky outside Shifang City, causing the crowd of Shifang City foreign spirits to breathe a sigh of relief.

A powerhouse of a Grade 1 God Emperor, even if he didn't target them, even if he just sat there, it made them breathless, it was a kind of pressure from the bones.

Medog naturally knew what the words Mojiang said when he was leaving.

That is to let him stop being bloodthirsty like just now, and really want to kill all the foreign spirits in Shifang City, maybe after returning to the Ten Thousand Devil Forest, he will have a lot of trouble.

To be honest, at that moment, after Medog killed Yigu strongly, there really was a moment when he wanted to kill all the spirit races in the Shifang City.

Today's battle was a shame for Medog. If these spirit race ants were allowed to spread, his image would be an invisible smear.

A fierce foreign spirit like Medog doesn't really care about the lives of these foreign spirit ants. It is not impossible to kill a city of foreign spirits directly in order to protect their reputation.

Only with the words that Mo Jiang said before he left, Mo Tuo dispelled such thoughts. After all, this is the war spirit plain, not the hinterland of foreign spirits. To slaughter the city without authorization will inevitably lead to severe punishment from strong foreign spirits.

The human side has the original potential rules in the war spirit, and the foreign spirit naturally has it. Although Medog is from the Ten Thousand Demon Forest, this war spirit is not originally under the control of the Ten Thousand Demon Forest, and it will cause a shame at that time, but some of the gains are not worth the loss.

Some sharp-minded people felt the disappearance of the murderous spirit on Motuo's body, and once again heaved a sigh of relief.

They were all a little grateful, the seemingly unintentional words of that Grade Divine Emperor Mo Jiang undoubtedly saved the lives of all their foreign spirits.

Since Motuo couldn't kill all the foreign spirits in Shifang City, he could only obediently clean up the mess in Shifang City, as Mo Jiang said. This was undoubtedly making Motuo big for a while.

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Shifang City, northwest!

It is very far away from Shifang City, and it still looks like a plain, but if someone takes a closer look, you will find a very unprecedented fuzzy figure somewhere.

"Xiaolong, can this thing really not be completely erased?"

Yun Xiao turned his head to the side, looked at the cute child beside him with a little helplessness, and then turned his gaze to the black mark on the back of his right hand, looking a little irritable.

After more than half a day, Yun Xiao escaped a very long distance, and leaned to the northwest, which was very different from the route he used to escape from Shifang City.

Soon after leaving Shifang City, the blood of Nine Dragons in Yun Xiao’s body, as well as the power of the ancestral veins, disappeared together, and even the power of his soul was lost seven or eighty-eight, instantly falling into one. A state of extreme weakness.

Fortunately, among Yun Xiao’s waist, there is also a little dragon that leads the dragon tree spirit. Under such circumstances, even if the little dragon has just broken through to the eighth-rank Immortal Venerable, he can only be called out by Yun Xiao to protect it. Blamed.

On the way to escape, a sixth-rank Immortal Venerable's unusual inspiration should have emerged from Yunxiao's weak state. He wanted to take advantage of the fire and was eventually slapped to pieces by the slap of the little dragon's chubby little hand. It has to be said that it was also an alternative bad luck.

However, as time went on, Yun Xiao finally found something wrong, and finally with the help of Xiaolong, this made the black mist mark on the back of his hand appear, which was obviously not his own.

Until then, Yun Xiao realized that his move from the west to the northwest seemed to have done nothing, so he could only stop temporarily, thinking about how to remove this black fog mark.

Yun Xiao himself had nothing to do. He was vacant, so he could only sit slumped on the ground and breathe, his hopes were all pinned on Xiaolong.

It’s just that Yun Xiao is a little disappointed that Xiaolong, the eighth-rank Immortal Venerable’s cultivation base, even if the means are weird and powerful, but he wants to remove the black mist mark, but he is somewhat powerless. In the end, he can only barely cover his breath, which is better than nothing. Up.