Wu Tie and Tie Dajian stood outside the camp, looking carefully at the rolling black and red mist in front of him.

The fog was filled with a ray of fluorescence, flashing.

The texture of the fog is very strange, as if countless thin, incredibly thin mica pieces are pieced together layer by layer. When the fluorescent light flashes, the clouds covering the entire camp give people the feeling, as if they are raising dark clouds of thunderstorms.

"It's not a good thing." Wu Tie frowned and snorted coldly.

"It's a bit like, mirage..." The witch happily stepped on her two short legs and held a roasted lizard leg and ate happily. Her little mouth was stuffed with barbecue, and she said these words with great difficulty.

Wu Tie nodded, he didn't care how the witch knew what it was.

This girl is very mysterious from the past, but Wu Tie has already accepted her name psychologically... Well, her little girl is so weird that she has to keep.

Mirage?

Some related superficial records are leaked from Lao Tie’s knowledge.

Wu Tie nodded. This seemed to be not just a mirage. The mirage just created an illusion, and this dense layer of fog seemed to contain even worse power.

It seems to be poisonous, but it is not a good thing anyway.

A figure walked out with heavy steps, and there was no sound in the base. When the figure walked out, his steps fell heavily, and there was no sound at all.

Wu Tie raised his spear.

The iron sword held the long sword tightly.

The Demon King walked out of the fog with a strange smile step by step.

When he was still in the fog, even though he was only an inch away from the edge of the fog, a trace of fire spurted out from Wu Tie's eyes, and he still couldn't see his appearance clearly through the thin fog.

But after one step, Wu Tie instantly saw the appearance of the Demon King.

With a strange smile, tears fell on his face. He was laughing and crying. A sadness that made people despair and heartbreaking made people feel straight through Wu Tie's heart, making his emotions drip abnormally.

"Help me." The Demon King knelt in front of Wu Tie with a 'dong', and his head hit the ground with heavy heads.

"How to help you?" Wu Tie looked at the Demon King supremely.

"Kill all the people inside." The Demon King cried in a low voice: "Kill all them and help me kill them all... I have been hiding them for so many years, I have been almost killed by them several times, I have been hiding them for so many years..."

"They can kill me, why do they kill so many innocent people? Why do they kill the regiment commander? Why do they kill... kill those poor children who are not at all harmful?" The Demon King wailed at the top of his lungs: "They... deserve to die..."

The skin and muscles on his face suddenly opened, and the corners of his eyes were pulled to his ears, and his eyes almost spurted out of his sockets.

He screamed at the top of his lungs, squirming violently, like a dying octopus tentacle: "They... deserve to die..."

The witch stopped her movements, and she swallowed a large piece of meat in her mouth with difficulty, held the barbecue in both hands, and stared at the Demon King in a daze. After looking for a long time, she sighed in a low voice and sighed deeply.

"Ask the world, what love is, it's just to teach people, and life and death are a blessing..." The witch recited a very beautiful sentence in a low voice, then held the barbecue and continued to chew: "The world of you adults... It's really..."

Wu Tie bent his fingers and knocked the witch's head hard.

This was the first time he had taken such a heavy hand at the witch.

Little shit, what are you pretending to be deep?

If you want to pretend to be deep, you just pretend to be your senior expert... Why do you pretend to be a child and pretend to be young... Wu Tie can't stand this kind of thing.

"We can't get in." Wu Tie didn't ask the cause and effect of the Demon King, or who was right or wrong, but just asked how to get in and kill people in this fog.

As time goes by, Wu Tie has matured a lot.

In his heart, the Demon King belongs to his own people... Since he is his own person, when he is bullied, he should first protect his shortcomings and then explain the truth.

Moreover, he didn't think these guys from Sanliancheng were good people.

If they are good people, why do they collude with the people from the Six Dao Palace to besiege Wu Tie?

Regardless of whether it is related to these unlucky guys in Sanliancheng, Wu Tie has already counted the accounts he was besieged just now on them. Regardless of whether it has anything to do with them, it must have something to do with them anyway.

"What a dog-day world." Wu Tie sighed lowly... He often heard people talk about this kind of sigh in the past few years.

The Demon King pointed his fingers, and his fingers suddenly stretched to several meters long. His soft fingers gently pointed on Wu Tie, Iron Sword and the witch's shoulders. A trace of fluorescent light lingers on Wu Tie's shoulders and quickly covered their bodies.

"With the sign I made, the poisonous gas I sprayed out will not hurt you." The Demon King looked at Wu Tie with a smile, and blood and tears kept flowing down his eyes: "For the first time I knew, I actually have such skills..."

"I was fed a bottle of beauty crisps, and I could actually spit out poisonous fog of similar nature... Hey, next time I will try it, take more poisonous venom, can I spit out similar things?" The Demon King shook his head gently, turned around and walked into the fog.

Wu Tie pressed the palm of the Iron Sword and signaled him to be alert outside.

The witch shook the wind and cloud banner, and a trace of dark wind surrounded Wu Tie and herself silently. With this layer of dark wind barrier, even the fog was harmful... it should not be able to get close to Wu Tie and Wu Tie and Wu Niu.

Wu Tie walked into the fog.

As King of Demons said, the fog quickly decomposes when it hits the fluorescence on the surface of his body, and cannot cause any damage to him.

Wu Tie was relieved, and he walked towards the base of the Piaoling Opera Troupe with great strides.

Wherever they passed, many soldiers wearing silver armor and blood-colored cloaks fell to the ground. Their faces were flushed and they moaned in a low voice. They struggled hard, and many people were struggling with their limbs, but they were unable to stand up at all.

The poisonous mist sprayed by the Demon King was a kind of nerve paralysis poison that was sprayed out by the stimulation of the beauty when he woke up his magical powers. These warriors with the cultivation level of the mysterious realm were invaded by the poison, and their physical functions were completely paralyzed.

There was a stinking smell all over the place.

Neurotoxic agents make the functions of these soldiers lose control, and the waste in their belly is sprayed up and down. This smell can be imagined.

Wu Tie was unwilling to dirty the White Tiger Strike. He picked up two long swords thrown by the warriors in Sanliancheng from the ground, used the sword like the wind, and kept cutting the necks of the soldiers lying on the ground.

The smell of blood gradually became stronger and spread rapidly in the mist.

The mist sprayed by the Demon King had extremely strong hallucination power and had a strong isolation effect on his vision. When Wu Tie was outside the camp, he could not even see through the inch of the fog.

However, with this layer of fluorescence attached to the Demon King, Wu Tie could see dozens of meters away in the fog.

He quickly shuttled through the fog, and he killed one Sanliancheng warrior after another wherever he passed.

The invisible force field rolled gently, and the mist sprayed by the Demon King even had a certain distortion and psychedelic effect on the invisible force field. Fortunately, the fluorescence of his blessing weakened the power of the mist. Wu Tie ran around the outside of the camp for a week, and most of the Sanliancheng soldiers had been killed by him.

Then Wu Tie walked into the camp.

In the fog, the soldiers from Shenxuan Realm could not afford to be paralyzed, and the soldiers from Chonglou Realm were much better.

They were like drunken drunks, staggering, constantly standing up, staggering and running a few steps around, and then falling to the ground. The stronger the cultivation, the better their condition. A few half-step warriors in the realm of the Life Core Realm can even stand back to back straight.

Wu Tie walked over without saying a word, holding two swords in his hand and killed the struggling soldiers one by one.

In addition to Wu Tie, the Demon King himself was also trying hard to kill these warriors. His arms were stretched to seven or eight meters long like octopus tentacles, and his hands were also tightly holding the sword, and his gloomy face kept slashing the throats of one warrior after another.

"You shouldn't have killed her."

"She and them are innocent."

"The only thing you want to kill is me, just me."

"You shouldn't do this, you can't do this."

"If you do it, you can die, die, die."

"Anyway, everything about me has been destroyed by you, completely destroyed, so you can destroy everything with it."

The Demon King was muttering that his killing speed was even faster than Wu Tie. In this fog, his actions were not hindered at all, but were strengthened to a certain extent.

Two people, four swords, walked around the camp, gradually approaching the center of the camp.

Several warriors from the half-step realm of the Mind Chi realm stood back to back. They trembled as Wu Tie and the Demon King rushed in.

Wu Tie dropped the long sword in his hand, held the White Tiger Rift that had been floating beside him and shook it gently.

With a loud "boom", the air shook violently, and the earth in front of Wu Tie trembled violently, and a crack that was dozens of meters long and deep was cracked.

The Demon King giggled, like a hysterical madman holding a long sword and forcing the warrior in the half-step of the Life-College realm.

His long arms swayed like two spiritual snakes slashing over.

Several half-step warriors in the Mind Pond realm scolded in a low voice. Although their hands and feet were weak by the poisonous gas and their eyes were black, their cultivation base was here.

The sword light suddenly flashed, and with a "ding" sound, the sword in the Demon King's hand shattered one after another. His body shook, and he staggered back dozens of steps, sitting on the ground and unable to get up for a long time.

The difference in cultivation is too big.

The Demon King is still at the level of the Foundation Building Realm. Even if the warriors in the half-step Life Pond are weakened, they are not able to deal with them.

Wu Tie walked up, with a spear a little, and a few shrill white lights stabbed through with a harsh roar. The warriors in the Mind Pond realm did not hum, and even the armor was bombarded by Wu Tie into blood mist.

"Ha, ha, ha." The Demon King laughed a few times, then he shouted loudly: "Three escaped, three masters, they escaped."

"He is the leader of the palace guards of our Sanliancheng, General Grokin, who is the leader of the team." The Demon King pointed in a direction: "They, their cultivation level in the Mingchi realm, escaped."

Wu Tie's body shook, grabbed the Demon King and led him to run wildly out of the fog.

As soon as he rushed out of the fog, Wu Tie heard the harsh sound of gold and iron hitting. Three strong men wearing golden armor and blood-colored cloaks on their backs were surrounded by the Iron Sword. The four heavy swords swung and brought out a series of cold lights, like four whirlwinds rushing back and forth and tearing each other wildly.

As soon as Wu Tie and the Demon King rushed out of the fog, a sound of gold and iron colliding came. The heavy sword in the iron sword's hand exploded with a "bang", and the metal fragments pulled white marks on him.

Three heavy swords shrouded in bright light tore the air and slashed towards the iron sword together.

Tie Dajian dropped the hilt of the sword in his hand and retreated in a panic. He did not dare to use his body to touch the other party's three obviously extraordinary heavy swords.

Wu Tie snorted coldly. It was obvious that Sanliancheng's casting technology was too clever. The heavy sword in Tie Dajian's hand was much worse than the other party in terms of quality.

He slapped the koi on his waist, and with the sound of "swooshing", twenty-four agile little carp jumped out in agile manner. With the blessing of Wu Tie's magic power, they instantly drifted hundreds of meters away and turned into a dense net of light around the iron sword.

Tie Dajian snorted coldly. With Wu Tie's defense with the blessing of far-reaching, he did not retreat but advanced, and rushed towards Grokin and the other two.
To be continued...