A hundred-mile-wide narcotic sandstorm enveloped the Holy City. From a distance, this city, which had witnessed the history of the alliance between the two races, looked like a lake, like the end of the world.

Foreignness invades here, causing countless houses to wither, countless lives to wither, and what is even more terrifying is alienation.

A large number of people from the two tribes, as the heterogeneity in their bodies exceeded the critical point, either collapsed and turned into flesh and blood, or they roared into strange beasts and killed everyone on sight.

Death is everywhere.

But compared with this, the drug ban is the most intuitive manifestation. No matter whether it is an alien beast or a tribesman, whether it is alive or dead, even a building cannot escape its power.

The mirrors of the Mirror Shadow Tribe turned black and lost their luster.

The bodies of the Tianmian tribe turned into blood and water, extinguishing their vitality.

Wails, shrill sounds, and painful roars were pieced together to form the melody of funeral music. They were played one after another, surrounding Xu Qing, and they moved forward with him as he hid like a ghostly assassin.

OK.

Every time he takes a shot, he adds a note to the music.

Every time he kills, the funeral song will have an extra melody.

The dagger in his hand was not stained with blood, because all the blood from the killing flowed along the dagger onto Xu Qing's arm and stained his clothes.

The white robe has long turned into the color of blood and stuck to the body.

Xu Qing has become accustomed to this feeling.

He lowered his head and shuttled through the mist, harvesting lives one after another. However, he ignored those who were wailing. Xu Qing would not give charity such as relieving them from pain.

In his mind, the City of Fireflies in the darkness appeared, and the scenes there made his speed seem to be even faster.

The meat paste inside the iron cage made him hold the dagger harder.

Until this scene was fixed on Pan Yan's little face, Xu Qing passed by a Tianmian Clan monk, and hot blood fell on his hands.

"Not enough."

Xu Qing murmured, retreating, and the moment he merged into the mist, six figures whizzed away from where he was before, causing a roar.

The six figures were all from the fourth and fifth tribulations of Nascent Soul, exuding powerful waves, with hatred in their eyes, and their expressions were ferocious and angry.

They were responsible for hunting down Xu Qing, but in this city filled with drug prohibitions, they could not find any trace of Xu Qing. Even if they occasionally detected the fluctuations, they would be as they were now, unable to find him.

At the same time, they have to fight against the invasion of the drug ban with all their strength. Fortunately, it does not last long and they can still persist, but it is inevitable that the six people will suffer from rot.

But Xu Qing never fought with them head-on.

His goal was clear from beginning to end, which was the square in the city between the two palaces.

Duanmu is hiding there.

The identity of the Heitian clan before, as well as the words he said when taking action, all of these are actually Xu Qing's purpose to hide his clan and purpose.

Only in this way can Duanmu Zang be rescued under sudden changes and when the other party is caught off guard, without the situation where the other party threatens Duanmu Zang.

After all, using the human race to threaten the Black Sky Clan is too exaggerated.

Of course, the key to achieving this is time. If the alliance of the two races is given a chance to react and investigate, there will still be some flaws in Xu Qing's approach.

But at least there aren't many mistakes at the moment.

Xu Qing was very fast, galloping through the poisonous mist, and slowly approached the square in the center of the city. With the help of the poisonous mist, he could sense Duanmu Zang, who was lying there dying, his body filled with poison.

It is difficult for Xu Qing to control such a dense poisonous mist in every possible way. Their spread and invasion cannot bypass Kaimu Zang.

But Duanmu Zang also has his advantages, that is, he has been poisoned before, and it was resolved by Xu Qing, so compared to the monks of the two races, he has more or less resistance in his body.

Although this resistance cannot prevent him from being poisoned, it can allow him to persist longer.

But no matter how careful the plan is, it is still difficult to achieve perfection in haste.

Although Xu Qing changed his identity and hid his purpose, his appearance when Duanmu Zang was being refined still caused some monks from the alliance of the two races to speculate and choose to wait here.

However, due to the interference of uncertain factors and the invasion of poisonous mist, there are not many monks from the two races waiting here.

Xu Qing's eyes flashed coldly in the fog, staring at several figures that appeared and disappeared in the dim fog ahead.

He narrowed his eyes to cover up the cold light and rushed out instantly.

The speed was so fast that he was behind a Mirror Shadow Clan monk in an instant.

He raised his right hand silently and covered the mirror between the eyebrows of the Mirror Shadow Clan monk.

The moment this person noticed it, Xu Qing had already grabbed him and squeezed him hard before he could struggle.

With a Kacha sound, the mirror collapsed, and just as a shrill scream was about to be heard, Xu Qing's left hand pressed down on his mouth, blocking it tightly.

The screams turned into whines and were drowned in the continuous wailing in the city.

At this moment, the drug emanated from Xu Qing's body even more intensively and merged into the other person's body. After the person completely lost his life and became motionless, Xu Qing gently put him down, swayed his waist, and disappeared in place.

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Soon, there was one less figure in the dim fog again.

More than ten breaths later, another person was missing.

At this moment, the remaining monks here also noticed that when Xu Qing took action again, more than a dozen figures of monks from two races emerged around him and broke out towards him.

Xu Qing's expression was as usual. He was counting the time in his heart. He did not choose to retreat as before. Instead, his body changed from a mysterious state, and the golden threads in his body stretched instantly.

His body suddenly swelled, the appearance of the Black Sky clan disappeared, and the appearance of the human clan was revealed, and it directly transformed from the size of an ordinary person to a height of three feet.

The moment the figure like a god and demon appeared in the poisonous mist, waves belonging to the gods rose up in his body.

This was the strongest physical state that Xu Qing could show. At this moment, when he suddenly exploded, his surroundings turned into a whirlpool.

The next moment, Xu Qing suddenly rushed out and bumped into the bodies of the three Tianmian monks at the front.

The roaring sound echoed, and the three Tianmian clan monks were unable to stop them at all. One body collapsed, and the other two spurted blood and fell back, looking horrified.

In fact, the methods Xu Qing displayed were more astounding than the last.

But Xu Qing didn't pause at all. He opened his big hand, jumped up, appeared next to the two Mirror Shadow Tribe monks, grabbed their bodies, and threw them violently.

In a series of roars, the bodies of the two mirror shadow clan monks exploded, with blood and flesh splattering everywhere. The other two clan monks came straight towards Xu Qing.

The leader is a Nascent Soul Four Tribulations monk.

Seeing them arriving, the morning glow in Xu Qing's body suddenly shone, and it flashed around.

The morning glow can sway all kinds of magic. As soon as it came out at this moment, the monks of the two races who rushed towards Xu Qing had to step back to block him.

But the fourth-level Nascent Soul had a strong murderous intention, no matter the cost, and regardless of its own poisonous effects, it rushed towards Xu Qing in an instant.

"die!"

Amid the roar, Xu Qing spurted out blood, the Nascent Soul in his body trembled, and his body fell backwards.

Before he could stand firm, the opponent rushed at him again, and in the blink of an eye he turned into a swarm of fierce ghosts and went straight to Xu Qing's body to devour him.

But the divine pressure from Xu Qing caused those evil spirits to scream and retreat as soon as they approached.

It's just that the Four Tribulations monk refused to die. He obviously knew that his poison could no longer be relieved, so he wanted to kill Xu Qing before his whole body rotted.

So seeing that Li Gui couldn't do it, he bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out blood, driving Li Gui to go crazy and go crazy. At the same time, he took out a gourd and released more Li Gui. While swallowing it forcefully, he made a secret with both hands and transformed into a golden bell, which shook rapidly.

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The bell made a sound, piercing into Xu Qing's soul. The evil ghost kept biting him, causing Xu Qing's body to tremble and fall back again.

One of the two chased and the other retreated, but Xu Qing was not as fast as the other and did not have a mysterious attitude. He was quickly caught up and continued to retreat.

As the bombardment continued to reverberate, more monks from the two races around them noticed it and arrived one after another.

More than ten breaths later, Xu Qing's body was blasted ten feet away by the Four Tribulations monk with a loud noise. The moment he landed, the Four Tribulations monks were about to continue, but what came out was not his complete body.

His lower body was completely decomposed. With a rush, half of his body was in the air, and all the Nascent Soul in his body melted. The poison was trapped in his body and completely exploded.

"I..." The Four Tribulation monks showed unwillingness in their eyes. He tried his best, but the enemy's body could bear too much damage, and he could not kill him with one blow. As for restraining him, the seven-colored energy emitted from the opponent's body

Light is just as difficult to deal with.

At this moment of despair, a red lightning flew over, penetrated from behind, and flew out from his forehead.

The body of this half-body monk fell to the ground, and both body and soul were destroyed.

Xu Qing struggled to get up, with many ghosts still hanging on his body.

Some of these ghosts dispersed due to the death of the Four Tribulations monks, but some others flew out of the gourd and lost their intelligence at this moment. Even if they continued to collapse under the breath of Xu Qing's body, as long as they could still move, they were still going crazy.

Bite.

Xu Qing ignored these. He knew that he was no match for the Four Tribulations monk, but it didn't matter. This was his battlefield. His combat power was not enough, but his body's protection was extremely strong.

As long as he is not killed instantly, in this poisonous mist, he will definitely not be the one who dies in the end.

The deaths of these Four Tribulations monks also made the remaining people here not dare to continue. Each and every one of them, amidst the poisonous hair, instinctively took off and wanted to leave.

Xu Qing ignored it. He was panting and quickly approached the square.

Restricting six spiritual treasures, collapsing the city's defenses, poisoning at least 100,000 members of the two tribes, killing hundreds of golden elixirs and dozens of Nascent Souls, all of this is Xu Qing's limit.

At this moment, he had tried his best and finally reached the square and saw Duanmu Zang lying there dying.
To be continued...