The "monster" mentioned by the little mist spirit should refer to this black thing that will make monsters dance in this underground space.

They have no fixed shape.

It looks like the fog form of the fog spirits, but each of them is as if they are covered with ink, black and scattered black air, as if they are wearing an unknown gauze dress.

In the bodies of these weird-shaped bad things, as Lao Jiang saw before, several red light spots were shining.

It was like a fire lit up in the mist.

The light looks like the dark red light emitted when the ashes of high temperature are not completely burned out. Looking directly at it will make people feel very uncomfortable.

It was like a source of malice, constantly emitting disgust around.

These black things howled, but they were not idiotic tone, like wild beasts roaring. They obviously lost their minds and only knew how to attack the surroundings.

But their attack methods are lackluster.

It will only change into animals and birds, and use the most primitive methods to attack.

Su and the others retreated, forming a temporary defense line in front of them, constantly throwing out spirit grenades, and using fire and explosion to repel those guys with fangs and claws.

Gu Miao held the fiery sun seal tightly. She felt very uncomfortable in this underground space full of malicious intentions, and her heart was constantly beating with irritable emotions.

It was as if there was an invisible hand here, teasing her emotions.

"These... are fog spirits?"

Lao Jiang was protected by Ruyue and adjusted his breathing behind to restore his spiritual power. He kept swallowing the spirit gathering pill and squeezed the spiritual power into his body to operate the exercises.

He squinted his eyes, looked at the howling monsters gathered in front of him that were shaking into a vast black fog, and turned his head to the little mist spirit Yun Xiaoliu, who was trembling with fear beside him, asked:

"Those are your companions?"

"I don't know."

The little mist spirit had a tremor in his voice. It curled itself into a ball and called:

"It's very similar. It's very similar to our fog spirits in all aspects, but they are all crazy. I've never seen our fog spirits so violent. They are not fog spirits!

I don't believe it."

The little guy's mood was almost broken.

When he asked it, he couldn't find anything useful, Lao Jiang looked at Ru Yue next to him. The secretary and lady pulled her hair, held a rope tied up in her hand, and used it as a whip.

She whispered:

"It should be almost fog spirits. I just don't know what methods the evil cultivators of the Yinhun Sect have done to them and turned them into this. Boss, have you noticed?

Most of the little mist spirits are not involved in the practice of Qi, they are just spiritual things, but now the strength of these black-formed mist spirits has more than doubled, and the stronger ones are directly promoted to the Qi training realm.

But if you have the strength, you are still fighting with instinctive means."

"Remote product."

Boss Jiang breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his forehead, and said:

"This should be a garbage dump for evil cultivators to deal with defective products. No matter from any perspective, these black fog spirits cannot be considered successful works.

Catch a few alive, and then we go to find pomegranates.

Gu Miao, use magic weapons!”

"receive!"

The bait rabbit immediately licked his lips and raised the fiery sun seal in his hand. Su and his mercenaries immediately retreated behind Gu Miao. The girl with a flat breast stimulated her spiritual power, and her scorching masculinity quickly surged.

The brainless black mist spirits that were rushing over seemed to feel the crisis.

They screamed and retreated, but it was too late.

"boom"

The hot golden sky fire burst into flames like a ray, rushing into the underground space of black air in front of you, melting countless black air in an instant, and sweeping across the 360° ring like a sickle as Gu Miao's wrist rotates.

This scene was extremely exciting.

Wherever the sky fire went, the black air disappeared without a trace, like dirty snow meeting the sun. As the sky fire disappeared, the space also became quiet at this moment.

"Ash..."

Jiang Xia stood up and reached out to wipe it in this place where the anxiety was emitting. There was a layer of high temperature gray remaining on the ground. He turned around and looked at the little mist spirit held in Ruyue's hand.

ask:

"Your fog spirit's life ends. Will there be such a residue of ashes when you die?"

"Won't."

Yun Xiaoliu said tremblingly:

"Our fog spirits die and turn into fog. They return to heaven and earth, and will not leave anything behind. Look, I said, these bad things are not our fog spirits!

Right?

They will leave grey, so they are not fog spirits!

My brothers are still alive, right?

They must be alive...

Talk!

You guys talk!"

Xiao Wu Jing shouted a little crazy and received no response.

The entire underground crypt was covered with black and gray, and smoke was rolling everywhere.

Gu Miao's face pale and retracted the hot sun seal, and moved a few strands of the spirit beads of the Red Cloud Technique Tool in both hands to isolate the heat that was enough to burn the human body.

In the scorching black ash, Jiang Xia looked around and strode into the corner where the crypt was burnt.

Ruyue seemed to have sensed something and followed closely behind her.

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts so much."

A faint cry of pain came from in front of him. Jiang Xia walked to the most burnt stone platform. He could see that the stone platform was made of a special material and formed a formation with a kind of cold stone.

But now that cruel formation has been destroyed by the sky fire.

He lowered his head and looked at the remaining stone Taichung, where an illusory little mist spirit was lying.

The little body of this little mist spirit was polluted by the strange black air, and half of the body was evaporated by the ravage of the sun and sky fire. It was seriously injured.

It still maintains a transformed state, but it looks like a rabbit that has been torn apart, lying in the broken stone Taichung waiting to die, its voice is soft and glutinous.

Much like a child.

Perhaps he was as naughty as other fog spirits before, but now, the miserable appearance of this naughty child who was almost dismembered still made Ruyue behind Lao Jiang feel a little reluctant to look at him.

This is an evil experiment halfway through, and this little mist spirit is the sad victim.

"pain..."

The little mist spirit tried hard to open his eyes, looked at Jiang Xia standing in front of him, and then leaned forward with trembling hands and said to Jiang Xia:

"I feel so uncomfortable... I haven't done anything, I haven't hurt anyone... Why... Why do you humans treat me like this... We, we just...ah, it hurts."

Its spirit is twitching.

After sensing the burning heat around him dissipated, the black gas that polluted its small body became restless again, like ink covering the fog spirit.

He was swallowing its remaining life in big mouthfuls.

The pollution is very fast.

After this strange black gas pollutes it, it will also become a strange ghost that has besieged Jiangxia and the group of people just now. At that time, it will lose all its reason and become like a monster.

"Xiaojiu! Xiaojiu! What's wrong with you?"

The little mist spirit lying on Gu Miao's shoulder, Yun Xiaoliu, rushed towards Jiang Xia with the remaining burning heat in the air. It saw the little mist spirit lying in the gravel at a glance.

Yun Xiaoliu screamed, and his foggy body turned into a cat and rushed to the edge of the stone platform. He grabbed the wailing little fog spirit with his claws and tried to drag it out of the broken stone table.

but...

"Don't touch it!"

Lao Jiang said in a deep voice, and recycled a dazzling electric arc, slapped Yun Xiaoliu's claws, forcibly separating it from the contaminated little mist spirit.

The moon gathers spiritual energy around her, turning into a circle like water waves, trapping Yun Xiaoliu in it.

"You guys let me go!"

The little mist spirit screamed irritably, and it shouted:

"I want to save Xiaojiu! You let me go, it's my brother!"

“It’s out of salvation.”

Boss Jiang said a little coldly, like a sharp sword, cutting off what Yun Xiaoliu still wanted to shout, but it seemed to be awakened by the cruel reality.

Looking at Xiao Jiu, who had been mostly polluted by black air in front of him.
To be continued...