Chapter 3722 Total Destruction!

No, go quickly, don't be shrouded in these fogs of death.

The two little saints quickly retreated. The two fifth-level saints couldn't wait any longer and ran away like crazy.

However, it's too late,

In the darkness, a sneering voice came. I want to leave now, do you think it is possible?

Immediately afterwards, the overwhelming mist of death surged out like a demonic cloud, covering the whole world.

Damn it, the two saints from the fifth heaven screamed in fright. As soon as they touched each other, their bodies became dented and their heads turned white!

No!

The two roared, opening the sanctuary, and resisted desperately. However, this was not a point, but an overwhelming fog of death.

These two saints from the fifth heaven could not stop them at all. In an instant, their vitality was sucked dry.

They went from being strong saints to withering like mummies, until only their bones remained.

Dead, two saints from the fifth heaven fell.

The two little saints also had extremely ugly expressions on their faces. Damn it, what's going on?

Their luck has gotten so bad.

Not only did he not get the treasure, but he was shrouded in the mist of death.

Damn it, move on. The two of them are little saints, they are powerful, and they also have holy weapons on them, so they can last for a while.

However, it is just persistence. If it is a small amount of death fog, they can still resist, but now they are in the death fog area, and the overwhelming aura of death is overwhelming.

Don't talk about them, even if the Holy Lord comes, he probably won't be able to compete, right?

I said, none of you can escape. At this moment, a voice came through,

The faces of the two little saints were full of fear. There was a voice. Whose voice was it?

Is it possible that there are still people in the fog of death?

The two little saints were almost scared to death. Suddenly, the face of the young-looking little saint changed. No, this voice belonged to that boy.

He had fought with Lin Xuan, so he was familiar with Lin Xuan's voice, and he could naturally hear it now.

The boy's voice rang out. Could it be that after his death, the boy turned into a wraith and came to demand his life?

Both of them felt cold.

At this moment, the mist of death formed a big black palm and slapped him.

With a bang, it hit his protective light and enveloped him.

No, damn it! The young Saint was so frightened that he screamed. He wanted to break through the fog of death, but more and more fog of death came towards him.

Get out of here! The long sword of the holy weapon slashed in all directions.

The mist of death was chopped into pieces, but it was mist itself, formless and could not hurt him at all, and he himself was scared to death.

Another old man was also horrified. He even suspended the folding fan above his head, lowered the Ten Thousand Principles, and completely enveloped his body.

He did not dare to take action rashly, even if his companions were now surrounded,

The young Saint was almost going crazy. He couldn't imagine why the mist would attack him.

Suddenly, a blue lightning flashed through the mist, directly piercing through his defense and tearing his body apart again.

With a roar, he suddenly turned around and saw the shadow of a green dragon-shaped sword.

Damn it, it’s the other person!

Sure enough, he saw a young man walking out of the fog of death. He was unusually handsome and had a mysterious smile on his lips.

It's you, you're not dead! He was completely stunned.

He saw Lin Xuan, and Lin Xuan was now surrounded by the mist of death, forming a battle armor, making him look like a ghost in the underworld.

How is it possible, how can anyone be immune to the threat of the fog of death? While he was dazed, the mist of death had penetrated into his wound.

causing his vitality to drain away quickly,

He screamed like crazy, but Lin Xuan had already seized the opportunity, and more and more death mist enveloped his body,

The young little saint felt that his vitality was flowing quickly.

Gradually, he lost strength.

What happened? Are you okay? The other old man roared crazily, and he only heard the frightened sounds of his companions.

But what exactly he encountered, he didn't know.

Come on, this guy is from the fog of death. Finally, the young Little Saint gave his final warning,

Then he too turned into bones,

It is really hard for ordinary people to believe that the dignified little saint died like this.

Is he a person in the fog of death? Who is he? Old Man Bai was extremely surprised and sad. He didn't know what the other party meant by this.

However, he did not dare to stay any longer and used the holy weapon to its extreme. The law of water on his body also exploded with unparalleled light.

A huge wave formed and swept him away trying to leave.

However, as soon as he left, he saw a figure waiting for him in front of him.

It's you!

He saw Lin Xuan as if he had seen a ghost.

He also saw Lin Xuan rising and falling in the fog of death, without being affected at all.

Now he finally knew what his companion meant,

But he was too late,

No, we have to spread the news to the family. This matter must be spread. The other party is related to the Death Mist.

How dare they, the Rain Clan, provoke such a being?

When his fingers touched the formation, he wanted to send it away, but Lin Xuan was faster. The dragon sword soul turned into a stream of light and directly chopped off the opponent's arm.

Under normal circumstances, Lin Xuan would not have succeeded so easily.

But now, the old man was obviously frightened. Moreover, he had long been disturbed by the name of death, and about one-third of the vitality in his body flowed.

He had long since ceased to exist at his peak, so with this blow, Lin Xuan succeeded.

The sound transmission array was shattered, and the old man's arm turned into blood mist.

Still want to send a message? Go to hell obediently. Lin Xuan moved his hand, and the Tai Chi formula in his body began to circulate, and the overwhelming mist of death completely enveloped the opponent.

ah! No, you can't be like this. I admit defeat, I surrender, please spare my life.

The dignified little saint also began to beg for mercy at this moment, but it was of no use at all.

After about a stick of incense, the fog dispersed, and only a pile of bones appeared. Even the holy energy was dimmed and lost its luster.

The terrifying fog of death made Lin Xuan's scalp numb. Fortunately, he had Tai Chi skills, otherwise, he would definitely die here.

snort!

Lin Xuan sneered, turned around and left, continuing towards the Demon Star.

On the other side, several spirit boats were rowing across the sky. Inside the spirit boats, several distinguished people stood.

They are the people of the Rain Clan and Feng Lingxing.

Among them, the emperor's mausoleum and Yusi's concubine are both there.

The people of the Rain Clan frowned and counted the time. It should be almost time. Why hasn't the news come back yet?

It should be no problem, we sent two little saints.

The people in Fengling Star nodded when they heard this lineup. Don't overestimate that kid. A saint who respects the fifth heaven is enough to kill him.

Not to mention there are two little saints, there is absolutely no problem.

Several people nodded, not thinking about this matter. Instead, they discussed the matter of the Demon Star.

I wonder what is in these coffins brought out by the other party this time?