Wumen seemed to have also noticed the crisis, and the smoke ball suddenly expanded, and it was mentioned that it expanded ten times in an instant.

The thunder ball that flocked to it was caught off guard and was pushed out.

However, this move seemed to be a futile struggle, and thunder balls exploded one after another.

Rumble!

In the blink of an eye, countless thunder powers crisscrossed and superimposed into a terrifying situation.

The huge smoke ball could no longer accommodate the power, and it disappeared on the spot, revealing the body of Wumen.

Wumen's sallow face showed a slight surprise, then he nodded and coughed a few times.

"rise!"

There were screams of exclamations in the audience. It turned out that sixteen whirlpools of smoke and dust appeared instantly around Wumen's head.

The vortex does not stop rotating, and the swallowing power released is even more than that of the smoke ball.

The aftermath of the thunder ball explosions, before it could reach Wumen, was torn to pieces by the whirlpools all over the surroundings, and then swallowed and disappeared without a trace.

The situation returned to the past. The smoke ball on Wumen disappeared, replaced by sixteen vortexes, defending from all directions, in the sky and the ground, and seemingly there are gaps, but in fact, the swallowing power is omnipresent, to eliminate all possible external invasions.

"Ahem!!"

Wumen waved his hand, and the flat vortex began to rotate and expand, turning into balls of smoke, and the volume continued to expand.

Now, anyone can see that Wumen has not yet dispatched all their strength.

Just now, there was only one cigarette that could protect the body of Wumen. At this moment, the number had become sixteen times, and the increased power was far more than sixteen times.

It is said that Mo Duyu did not use all his strength and only used the power of the Fire Tribe Heavenly Chapter, but the Wumen side, why not just try it out?

"It's wonderful now!"

The audience in the audience became excited and thought that Wumen was about to lose, but unexpectedly there was a reversal.

This great wizard from the Mi Sect is so powerful that he is far superior to the middle and upper level among the hundreds of sons, and is enough to take on Mo Duyu's strong rival.

However, considering the Taoism behind Mo Duyu, no one thinks that Wumen can win.

After all, the Mi Sect behind Wumen, the sects in the barbarian land, even the Hundred Schools that rose even later were looked down upon.

"It is also a meritorious to the Taoist sect that can cause trouble for the Taoist sect!"

This is what most people think. They believe that Wumen cannot win, so the stronger the better, the more trouble Mo Duyu caused the greatest trouble.

But, that's the truth?

"Daoist friend, you have been attacking me just now. How about you let me try it too?"

Wumen waved his arms, and the smoke balls turned into sixteen vortexes rose from behind him. Under the dark light, the sickness on his face was weakened, not so obvious.

"Miscence attack!"

With the command of Wumen, the vortex flew out in one stroke, and the front and back were staggered, leaving no blind spots.

Seeing that sixteen smoke balls swarmed in, Mo Duyu was about to submerge.

Mo Duyu noticed that the armor was burning, and the thunder wings behind him were also beating restlessly.

All kinds of signs represent the opponent's attack, and they have reached the point where they can hurt him.

"witchcraft?"

Mo Duyu was shocked. After the extinction of the witchcraft on earth, only a few small pieces remained.

However, he once became an immortal and knew the true inheritance of ancient witches. How terrible?

The Wumen in front of him repeatedly used more than expected power, which made Mo Duyu start to doubt whether this Mi Sect really obtained the inheritance of the ancient witch.

Isn't this a good sign?

In the era of great struggle, the Emperor was chosen by God. The forces of all parties were complicated. If one more force was added, the situation would be even more complicated.

"No matter how many times you appear, I will kill you one by one, and I will stop you from thinking about you!"

Mo Duyu made up his mind and listened to the discussions around him that the Rice Cult had retired for many years. This time, the successor came out, just to know that the outside world has changed a lot and wanted to take advantage of the situation.

After the fight, he also confirmed that the other party was qualified to enter the game.

However, in order to eliminate an enemy in advance, Mo Duyu decided to use a big hand to cut off the claws stretched out by the Mi Cult.

In order to achieve the effect, it is necessary to use thunder to kill it. The more miserable the Wumen dies, the better the effect.

In the previous few games, Mo Duyu only killed and killed, but this game was about to make an exception.

"Wumen!"

Mo Duyu looked up and saw sixteen smoke balls coming towards him, spinning out colorful light. The smells of fishy sweetness and strange fragrance that came to him made him unable to lift his chest.

"This is a toxic and damnation!"

Mo Duyu was shocked. Even though he was reincarnated as an immortal, he would not dare to provoke him easily.

It is rumored that the poisonous miasma in the ancient witch inheritance can not only destroy the body, but also like a maggot in the tarsal bones, firmly attached to the soul. Even if it is reincarnated, it cannot be escaped. It will wipe out its original spirituality day and night until its soul is finally dissipated.

Mo Duyu did not expect that the smoke balls fired by Wumen seemed to be able to defend themselves, but once they turned into attack, they would have such terrifying lethality.

"You must never let him get close!"

Mo Duyu's eyes ruthlessly, his whole body churned, his wings and armor mixed. At this moment, the thunder and fire were no longer clearly distinguished.

"Huhh!"

The sound of the wind suddenly became sharp. On Mo Duyu's head, the thunder and fire merged into a strange state, as quiet as water.

At this time, sixteen smoke balls were already covering Mo Duyu's head and around him, and countless miasma was released like tentacles, trying to invade Mo Duyu's body.

"Thunder and fire intersect to resist filth!"

In Mo Duyu's view, although the poisonous miasma is powerful, it is a despicable filth. Only thunder and justice and raging anger can resist the filth and return it to the world with scenes.

The battle on the stage was thrilling, and the sound of falling to the ground sounded one after another from the stage.

It turns out that many people with slightly weak cultivation will become unconscious when they see the color of the smoke ball.

If you are slightly stronger, you will smell a weak smell, your chest will be frustrated and your thinking will be blank.

"Get out of the way, this is a poisonous miasma. You can't touch a trace, you can't see, you can't hear, you can't smell it!"

The doctor's son was crazy. There were always casualties just now, and the number was not large, and he could still control one or two.

But at present, the poisonous miasma used by Wumen is capable of mass killing. Once it spreads, even if the medical staff die of exhaustion, they will not be able to save the lives of the people on the mountain.

“Master…”

Hongluan just glanced at the strange and gorgeous color of the smoke from the afterglow, and she felt a little flirty and wanted to fall asleep.

"Listen!"

Fang Dou took out the flying sword and bounced it at the sword body, and the sound of the sword sounded.

Hongluan felt like she was drowsy in summer. She suddenly poured a basin of ice water from her head and woke up instantly.

"Master, what's going on?"

Looking back on the scene just now, I still feel scared.

"The other party is very poisonous and miasma. Even if he is not on the stage, he can still be attacked by the color light and overflowing breath!"

"I'm optimistic, this is the top character."

Fang Dou also sighed. He had seen the ability to drive poisonous miasma in the Witch Dao Treasure Book, but he did not expect that anyone could practice to this extent.

"Can you be the son of the Wu family?"
Chapter completed!