The weather is so cold. Everything seems to have frozen in the cold air. Even the air is like it is about to freeze.

In this endless black fog, the longer you stay, the cold air on your body seems to become stronger.

This is a feeling of being gradually oppressed by the evil spirit. As long as it is humans, they cannot survive for a long time in this environment.

At this moment, He Yiming was standing somewhere in the thick fog.

He sucked the air for a long time, allowing the cold air to spread into every corner of his body, and then slowly absorbed by his dantian.

Slowly raised his hand, he looked carefully at the magical and weird special weapon in his hand.

Fork sword, a special weapon that can only be used in the Huangquan Gate that can only reach the first-line sky level.

This is the authoritative symbol of the Huangquan Sect. Since the ancestor of Huangquan became famous all over the world and established the Huangquan Sect, no other force has dared to use similar weapons.

This special-signature weapon has become a magic weapon that no one in the entire East dares to imitate.

But for He Yiming, who came from the northwest, he had no idea what lofty status the Huangquan Gate had in Dashen territory, so when he wanted to conceal his identity, he made this best choice without hesitation.

Suddenly, the tracker on his chest moved slightly, and only He Yiming, who had been hanging on his flesh, could distinguish this slight and extremely subtle vibration.

The muscles on his chest were squirming magically, pushing the tracker out of his chest and coming to his ears. He quietly listened to the slight sounds made from this thing.

His body finally moved, like a jungle cheetah, quickly disappearing into the darkness.

His body was covered with a thick layer of black, as if he was an elf under the night sky, moving forward quietly.

He Yiming's spirit had already gathered to the extreme. He vaguely felt that he seemed to have merged with this black fog.

And when he had this idea, his body naturally began to completely merge into the black fog.

Although the masters who came to Guixue Ridge used the abundant unimaginable energy of heaven and earth in the black fog to impact the tripod or the Venerable realm, they kept a distance from the entire black fog.

If they had a choice, they would rather find a similar opponent to Qilian than enter this dangerous place.

But He Yiming was different. When his dantian began to accept the black fog here, the energy here was assimilated by his dantian.

It is like the ice-type jade bottle of the past, like the paralysis ability of the stone king in the past, like Hao Xue's distortion technique and blood coagulation technique. Once this magical power enters He Yiming's body, it can be dissolved by his dantian and transformed into his own use.

That's why at this moment, he was able to integrate himself into the black fog.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that he was black fog, and black fog was him.

Suddenly, a sharp roar came, making He Yiming, who had entered a subtle state, suddenly awaken.

He shook his head and sighed regretfully. It was not easy to enter the state similar to enlightenment just now. Even if it was him, it would not be possible to enter it as he wished.

Fortunately, he still remembered his target at this moment. After hearing this violent voice, He Yiming immediately knew that he had approached his destination.

The movements of his hands and feet suddenly slowed down a lot, and the black fog around him even slowly poured towards him, making him look as shocking as a black hole.

Slowly, with him as the center, the black fog nearby became increasingly richer and gradually spread.

This speed was slow at the beginning, but when a certain scale was formed, the change began to become obvious and faster.

The roar of a crazy person as he fought desperately came from the black fog in front of him. Amid such a huge howl, the voices of Hao Xue and others were vaguely heard.

"Brother Hao, the fog here seems to be thicker." Fang Sheng's voice sounded rapidly, and there was a slight hurried feeling.

It has been about twenty days since he entered this place. Even if he was, he could feel a nearly suffocating pressure anytime and anywhere.

Zhu Guan's good voice was not much better. He snorted coldly and said, "It's almost half an hour, and blood coagulation beads should be condensed."

Hao Xue's voice sounded faintly. Perhaps because of practicing special martial arts, among the three of them, he was the only one who could guarantee complete calmness.

"No, you still remember how we failed the last time. It was because the battle was too short and he did not activate most of his potential, so he could not produce blood coagulation beads. So this time you must be steady and don't be careless again."

Fang and Zhu stopped talking, and a violent sound of sonic boom came from the space. It was not easy to constantly knock him down and injure him without being able to kill the crazy person, but also to surround him in a fixed place.

However, the three of them had no choice. If they did not surround this person at a fixed point, once another howl happened to sound, these crazy people would abandon them without hesitation. They had suffered twice and would never pay the price for it again.

But in this way, the pressure faced by everyone will suddenly increase. If each of them had not had such a powerful force as a stadium, it would definitely not be able to maintain it for a long time.

After about a cup of tea, Hao Xue finally said, "Brother Fang, you can do it."

Fang Sheng responded long, with a feeling of relief in his voice. Then, his body trembled slightly and suddenly became illusory. This body movement is so strange that even when facing a crazy person, even when facing He Yiming, it will definitely make him dizzy.

In a blink of an eye, he had already appeared in front of the man and blew gently at the flute.

A sharp needle-shaped true energy rushed out from the other end of the flute and immediately pierced the man's eyebrows.

The man's body shook a few times and fell down softly.

Fang Sheng's heart completely relaxed, but at this moment, a gloomy breath suddenly spread out, and all the hairs on his back stood up.

A strong sense of crisis suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart, making a chilling feeling aroused throughout his body.

Although he was born into a great family in the mainland, he had experienced many battles throughout his life and was very quick to react.

Without thinking, he waved the jade flute in his hand, and a strange crisp sound came, as if it had hit something. However, the fatal crisis did not disappear, but became increasingly intense.

Fang Sheng's body rushed to the side in the flash. He had already put the strange body skills he was best at to the limit, and exclaimed in surprise: "Someone..." At this moment, he could only care about his own life. As for the crazy person who had died, he no longer cared about it.

A black light seemed to flash in the black fog, and a slender and weird sword stabbed through the place where Fang Sheng had just stood.

The shock in He Yiming's heart was not inferior to Fang Sheng at all.

He first condensed the fog and concealed his own hiding with the greatest possibility.

Fortunately, the three of them were all focused on the crazy people, otherwise even He Yiming would not be able to easily bully this place.

Fang Sheng killed the man in one fell swoop, which was the most relaxing moment in his body, and He Yiming chose to take action at this moment.

He opened the way with his original blood needle that incorporated the ice system and paralysis power, and the fork sword followed closely behind.

These two consecutive attacks were already the limit he could achieve when he concealed his identity.

However, Fang Sheng's reaction speed was far beyond his expectations. With a seemingly random wave of his hand, Yu Di blocked the blood needle like a devil. His identity was also lively and weird. After getting rid of He Yiming's sneak attack sword, he actually felt that it was difficult to pursue.

At this point, He Yiming was completely defeated for the first assassination with a deliberate and decisive first time.

However, his reaction was not slow at all. He missed his attack and immediately bent down. With a trembling wrist, he had already sucked the body underground into the palm of his hand.

Almost at the same time, He Yiming used slightly force on his feet and retreated towards the rear with a faster body movement than before.

Hao Xue and Zhu Guanhao's roar sounded at the same time. The three of them never thought that behind them, there would be a super master who could not be discovered.

Two huge rays of true energy instantly broke through the air and chased towards He Yiming's retreat.

Following closely behind was Fang Sheng, who had recovered.

There was a hint of ferocious look on the faces of the three of them. At this moment, they were definitely working together to kill the unknown master on the spot.

After all, what they did this time must not be revealed in the slightest, otherwise it would be extremely miserable to wait for the fate of the three of them.

He Yiming's figure suddenly stopped, and he hid in the black fog, as if it had turned into a thick fog, and there was no trace again.

Hao Xue's eyes froze and she exclaimed: "Discovering the eyes..."

He Yiming's heart was slightly moved. In the other party's voice, he felt not only a sense of surprise or fear, but a hint of relief and joy.

This kind of cry from the heart is absolutely impossible to hide. A thought flashed through He Yiming's mind. The fork sword that had been retracted suddenly pierced out in his hand.

"bite……"

A crisp sound suddenly sounded from the void.

"Fork Sword Assassin?" Zhu Guanhao, who waved his hand and opened the sword, also let out a soft voice. There was an indescribable ease in his voice.
Chapter completed!