Bang!

The inner ring was shrouded in a layer of dark smoke.

In this dark mist, it was almost impossible to see my fingers.

Even so, the sound of fighting could be vaguely heard from outside.

And in the black mist, a colorful shadow kept flashing in the black mist, creating clusters of sparks.

Just because outsiders can't figure it out clearly doesn't mean the two inside will stop.

Whoosh!

In the black mist, Feng Zhenghao split into five people in an instant, and his arms were all ignited with black energy, and they bombarded Wang Bing.

"Cut~"

After killing one of the "Feng Zhenghao", Wang Bing immediately waved his Tianyuan pen and fired back with a carbine, shooting the "Feng Zhenghao" who was approaching behind him into black mist.

"This Twenty-Two Style is really troublesome..."

Although he had expected it, Wang Bing really didn't expect that Feng Zhenghao would be able to practice the twenty-second style.

Ju Ling dispatches generals·Twenty-two styles·The root of hell!

Like Twenty-One Style·Daiyue Suiyu, they are both domain skills.

In the Twenty-One Style·Daiyue Prison, Wang Bing can transform his body shape at will, allowing Wang Bing to have abilities similar to elementalization.

And this Twenty-Two Styles·The Root of Hell...

It makes the caster like the roots of the vast hell, with infinite clones...

Although these clones are not as powerful as the main body, it is difficult for a good man to defeat them.

If it continues like this, sooner or later the king will not have the upper hand.

Don't forget, the Shisan Style·Ling Zhi Che in Ju Ling Qian Jiang can, in principle, provide a steady stream of energy to the caster.

Now that Feng Zhenghao has merged into the black mist, and using these clones to entangle himself, he can hide in another place and continue to recover his energy.

But Wang didn't know that Feng Zhenghao was a little strange now. Logically speaking, after such a long time, this black fog should have shrunk away.

But……

Looking at the motionless black mist, Feng Zhenghao couldn't help but frown.

Suddenly, the Wu Qi emanating from Feng Zhenghao soaked into the pool of ink beneath him, as if the connection was cut off...

Feng Zhenghao couldn't help but be stunned.

In addition to continuing to summon his clones to attack Wang Bing, Feng Zhenghao also began to pay attention to the ink pool under his feet.

Suddenly Feng Zhenghao thought of a possibility...

"Are you a congenital alien?"

Only then did Feng Zhenghao realize that this Mo Tan was not just a simple painting technique, but inside...

Whoosh!

A ray of red light burst towards Feng Zhenghao's body, and Feng Zhenghao was so startled that he quickly dodged.

bass!

Wang Bing missed the mark and then picked up the tip of the Tianyuan pen with his backhand and hit Feng Zhenghao again. Just when the tip of the gun was about to pierce Feng Zhenghao's throat, Feng Zhenghao reappeared and blocked the fatal blow.

At this time, Feng Zhenghao also reacted. After stabilizing his body, he punched out fiercely. This punch hit Wang Bing's face directly and hit him directly in the face. His fist

The power also caused Wang Bing's head to tilt to the side, and a red mark appeared on his face.

But how could Wang Bing let Feng Zhenghao hit him? This sudden move caused Wang Bing to let go of the Tianyuan Pen and grab Feng Zhenghao's neck.

Snap!

This root of hell was so invisible that it finally found Feng Zhenghao's location. If he were to hide again, Wang Bing would be even more disadvantaged...

exist

The moment he grabbed Feng Zhenghao's neck, Wang Bing suddenly smashed him into the Motan, and several vines sprang out from the Motan at their feet, binding Feng Zhenghao tightly. Following Wang Bing's strength,

Let Feng Zhenghao sink.

At the same time, Wang Bing touched the back of his waist with his other hand, and a black mace suddenly appeared in his hand. A ball of light yellow appeared on the black mace, and then a layer of rock and soil covered it.

Looking at Feng Zhenghao on the ground, Wang Bing raised his black mace high and smashed it hard on Feng Zhenghao's head!

At this critical moment, Feng Zhenghao's years of practical experience came into play. He suddenly raised his right foot, and before Wang Bing's black mace fell, he kicked it directly at the end of Wang Bing's mace, causing Wang Bing's original preparation to

The smashing action lasted for a while.

Then, Feng Zhenghao raised his right hand, punched Wang Bing and pinched his wrist, breaking the hand holding his neck.

Then, a ball of black energy suddenly rose from Feng Zhenghao's body, which greatly increased his strength. He broke free from the shackles of those plants, stepped hard with his other foot, and kept his whole body in an upright posture.

The ground retreated back, looking at the direction in which he retreated, as if he planned to hide in the black mist again.

Whoosh!

Wang Bing grabbed the Tianyuan pen holder with his right hand and slammed it towards the ink pool. Under the ink pool, something seemed to suddenly swim, meandering towards Feng Zhenghao who was constantly retreating.

, it’s a pity that this environment is too dark, and I can’t see anything clearly...

On the other side, inside the trapped dragon formation...

All the aliens gathered together, like fighting a boss, surrounding this flying zombie to show off their skills.

All kinds of witchcraft were fired at the flying zombie as if it was free of charge, so that the flying zombie had to resist these witchcrafts.

"Work harder...kill this thing quickly!"

One of the strangers said loudly, his eyes looking at Wang Zhenqiu who was paddling aside and said: "Especially you, Wang Zhenqiu! If this thing hadn't been owed, we wouldn't be in this situation..."

call!

Wang Zhenqiu took out his lighter and sprayed a big puff of fire at Fei Zheng. While spraying, he said, "Please, it's not me who raised the coffin. I was just curious to go up and have a look. Who knows some people are more active than me..."

Having said this, Wang Zhenqiu shrugged indifferently and said: "Speaking of which, some people think that I have found some opportunity and want to take the lead and snatch it from me..."

"you……"

When the man was about to say something, someone else spoke, "What the hell, when is this? You two are going to quarrel. After you kill this thing, you can't fight! Now... what the hell is this?"

Be more serious!"

"cut!"

The man who was originally critical curled his lips and used a witchcraft with his backhand to kill the flying zombie.

To be honest, he was the one who carried the coffin.

If he hadn't wanted to steal Wang Zhenqiu's opportunity, he wouldn't have checked the coffin.

Who knew there was such a thing in this coffin.

and……

Although this flying zombie may not look like a semi-finished product, it is still a very dangerous thing, but why didn't they notice it at all?

You must know that their wizards are very sensitive to these evil things.

…

Outside the trapped dragon formation.

Wang Bing's supporters were also wary of everything around them.

Their current task is to ensure the integrity of the formation.

only……

Yang Han glanced at Wang Qichang, who was standing beside him, and asked: "Mr. Wang, do you really feel free to let Wang Bing go find Feng Zhenghao alone? Aren't you worried..."
Chapter completed!