Chapter 857: The Mist Demon Surrenders

In the mist and danger, Xiao Yi frowned and thought.

Even though the group of black-clothed warriors had died, the fog demon had been collected, and the corpses had been smashed into pieces, the surrounding environment was still extremely frightening.

Xiao Yi glanced at his arm.

The black mark on the arm is still there, but it has stopped corroding.

The breath of death has been completely blocked by the purple flames that have penetrated into his arms, and he cannot be mad.

To completely erase the black mark, it is necessary to first burn the dead silence.

And burning the dead silence, the black mark will automatically absorb the original energy in his body to restore.

This seems to be an endless loop.

The only way is to make this black mark have no 'prime power' to absorb and cannot recover.

But if there is no 'primitive force', he will not be able to condense the flame.

Therefore, when the Yuan force is about to be exhausted, it can only be one step ahead of the black mark.

As long as the last trace of primordial energy is used by himself to condense the flame first; then, after the flame burns the dead silence, the black mark will no longer be able to recover.

This is what Xiao Yi can think of now.

But here is a million mountains, a hundred thousand dangerous land, and it is absolutely unwise to use up the Yuan force hastily, and even send it to death.

Therefore, you have to get out of this million-dollar mountain first, and then you must reach the Central Territory, find a safe place, and then completely deal with this black mark.

Now, temporarily block it and let it run wild.

"His." Xiao Yi took a slight breath.

A sharper pain came from his arm than before.

Although the breath of death has been blocked, it is still raging.

At the same time, Zi Yan's high temperature breath was also lingering.

The confrontation between the two breaths naturally made the pain in his arm worse than before.

But the pain is pain, Xiao Yi doesn't care, it doesn't matter if the injury on the arm stabilizes.

Xiao Yi took out a few high-quality medicinal pills, crushed them into pieces, and smeared them on the wound.

The corrosion has stopped, but the severe wound on the arm with bone still needs to be treated.

The breath of death has been blocked and suppressed, and the effects of the medicinal pills are fully exerted.

It won't take long for the wound on the arm to heal.

"Phew." Xiao Yi breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his arms.

"Beijing Palace." Xiao Yi muttered to himself, frowning.

He still doesn't know what happened to these black-clothed warriors.

He had never heard of the so-called Beiyin Palace, nor did he know which force it was.

But it is clear that the means of these warriors are extremely extraordinary, and the force behind them is by no means an ordinary force.

When Xiao Yi first entered this foggy and dangerous place, although he fought a lot, with careful thought, he still looked at the traces around him.

According to his guess, the time for this group of black-clothed warriors to come to this dangerous place should only be about a few months.

A powerhouse of the fourth level of the Celestial Pole Realm, plus more than a dozen of the Celestial Pole Realm, such a group of powerhouses, entrenched in this misty and dangerous land, what do they want to do?

And the fog demon, Xiao Yi never believed that the tall and straight warrior had the ability to subdue it.

Then, the fog demon listens to its orders, what is going on?

There seems to be too much unusual and doubtful here.

After a long while, Xiao Yi shook his head, too lazy to think about it.

He has always been optimistic, so he doesn't think much about what he can't think of; some things, if they happen, they will be solved.

With a flash of light in his hand, he took out the Holy Wind Pot.

Ow...

As soon as the Holy Wind Pot was taken out, there was a shrill roar inside.

The entire Feng Sacred Kettle trembled violently, and a trace of mist struggled to float out from the mouth of the jug.

"Naughty beast." Xiao Yi let out a low voice and released the fog demon.

"Roar." The fog demon roared and rushed towards him.

Bang...a surging purple flame, surging out.

The crazy figure of the fog demon stopped instantly and looked at the purple flame in front of him in horror.

It's just not smart, but it's not stupid.

Its instinct told it that the flames in front of it were enough to burn it into nothingness and wipe out its wisdom.

"Submit, or die." Xiao Yi's tone was cold.

Ow...

The fog demon roared, and the thick fog surged.

Bang... surging purple flames,

In an instant, the surrounding area was blocked, and the terrifying high temperature caused the air to distort for a while.

"Naughty beast, I think you derived your spiritual wisdom tens of thousands of years ago. It's not easy to come by, don't force me."

Ow...

The fog demon's roaring voice became lower, and a humanized plea appeared in his empty eyes.

"Humanity…"

"Owner…"

In the mouth of the fog demon, intermittent words spit out.

Xiao Yi nodded in satisfaction and said, "Return to the holy pot of wind and release your wisdom."

The fog demon hesitated for a moment, then with a swoosh, he obediently returned to the Holy Wind Pot.

A touch of wisdom slowly appeared and floated in the Holy Wind Pot.

"Feng." Xiao Yi snorted.

Inside the Holy Wind Pot, the radiant wind shackles instantly sealed the wisdom.

Then, under the control of Xiao Yi, a trace of spiritual wisdom was sealed in the Holy Wind Pot.

In the future, if there is any change in the fog demon, Xiao Yi can use the Wind Sacred Pot to disperse its intelligence with a single thought.

Of course, Xiao Yi's own strength can easily deal with this fog demon.

"Suck." Xiao Yi snorted again.

In the Holy Wind Pot, a huge suction force appeared.

The dense fog in the entire foggy land was quickly sucked in.

These dense fogs are not ordinary fogs themselves.

Otherwise, it is impossible for the pure fog to greatly reduce Xiao Yi's perception, or even block his sight.

A martial artist with a high level of cultivation has astonishing six senses, and ordinary fog, no matter how thick it is, will never affect the vision of a martial artist.

Today, these dense fogs clearly have an extremely surprising and pungent bloody smell.

If you guessed correctly, it should be the blood energy left by the people, monsters, etc. that the fog demon has killed over the past countless years.

Normally, these blood qi will dissipate and escape for a long time.

But this fog is dangerous because of the existence of fog demons.

Therefore, these blood energies were trapped in the fog; over time, they even merged into the thick fog.

This makes these dense fog extremely abnormal.

About half an hour later, all the dense fog in the huge foggy area was sucked up by the Holy Wind Pot.

Thick fog is also a wind attribute, so the holy pot of wind can absorb and store it.

At the same time, the aura of the misty demon inside has clearly risen to a level, reaching the seventh level of the celestial pole.

"Thank you... lord, master." Inside the Holy Wind Pot, there was the intermittent voice of the fog demon.

Xiao Yi nodded and said nothing.

The fog demon, whose spiritual intelligence is too low, can only automatically improve its strength after a long period of accumulation, and it is almost impossible to use normal cultivation methods.

After doing everything, Xiao Yi looked around.

The fog dissipated, and the surrounding environment returned to clarity.

It was a huge and dangerous place, endless as far as the eye could see, but it was empty.

Not half a monster, not half a tree, not half a living thing, just the blackened land on the ground.

Xiao Yi shook his head, walked to the place where the tall and straight warrior blew himself up, and picked up the bloody sickle.

The self-destruction of the tall and straight martial artist left nothing; it was this blood-colored sickle that actually carried the self-destruction of the fourth-layered martial artist at close range without any damage.

"Superior Spirit Tool." Xiao Yi glanced at it, and then put it in the Qiankun bag.

Whoosh... The next second, Yukong flew up and continued on his way.

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