The weather was so cold that everything seemed to have been frozen in the cold air. Even the air seemed to be about to freeze.
In this boundless black fog, the longer one stayed, the colder one's body seemed to become.
This was a feeling of being gradually suppressed by the Yin Qi. As long as one was a human, one would not be able to survive in this environment for a long time.
At this moment, He Yiming was standing in a certain place in the thick fog.
He took a deep breath and let the cold air spread to every corner of his body, then it was slowly absorbed by his dantian.
He slowly raised his hand and carefully looked at the magical and strange special weapon in his hand.
The Cross Sword was a special weapon that only those who had reached the One-Line-Heaven level in the Netherworld Sect were allowed to use.
This was the symbol of the Netherworld Sect's authority. Ever since Great Ancestor Netherworld became famous and established the Netherworld Sect, no other force dared to use a similar weapon.
This weapon with a special symbol had become the Divine Soldier's weapon that no one in the East dared to imitate.
However, He Yiming, who came from the northwest, did not know what kind of lofty status the Netherworld Sect had in Great Shen. Therefore, when he wanted to hide his identity, he did not hesitate to make the best choice.
All of a sudden, the tracker in front of his chest moved slightly. Only He Yiming, who had been hanging close to his body, could distinguish the extremely slight vibration.
The muscles in front of his chest squirmed magically, pushing the tracker out of his chest and to his ear. He quietly listened to the slight sound that came from this thing.
His body finally moved like a cheetah in the forest, quickly disappearing into the night.
His body was covered in a thick layer of black, and he moved forward quietly like an elf under the night sky.
He Yiming's spirit had been raised to the extreme. He faintly felt that he seemed to have merged with the black fog.
When he had this thought, his body naturally began to completely merge with the black fog.
The powerhouses that came to the Crying Ghost Ridge relied on the unimaginably abundant Heaven and Earth Qi in the black fog to break through to the Venerable One boundary, but they stayed away from the black fog.
If they had a choice, they would rather be like the Qilian Twin Devils, where they would look for opponents of similar strength to fight with all their might than enter this dangerous place.
However, He Yiming was different. When his dantian began to accept the black fog here, the energy here was assimilated by his dantian.
Just like the ice-mastery small jade bottle in the past, the Stone King's paralysis ability, and Hao Xue's Distortion Art and Blood Coagulation Art. Once the various magical powers entered He Yiming's body, they could be dissolved by his dantian, to be used for his own use.
This was why he could merge with the black fog.
At this moment, he suddenly had a feeling that he was the black fog's to be was the black fog to the black to to to be to the black fog to to him to to to the black fog.
All of a sudden, an ear-piercing whistle was heard, causing He Yiming, who had entered a subtle state, to come back to his senses.
He shook his head and sighed regretfully. It was not easy to enter the state that was similar to an epiphany just now. Even he could not enter it as he wished.
Fortunately, He Yiming still remembered his goal at the moment. After hearing this voice that was filled with violence, He Yiming immediately knew that he was close to his destination.
His limbs slowed down a lot, and the black fog around him even slowly surged toward him, causing him to look like a black hole, which was a ghastly sight.
Slowly, with him as the center, the black fog around him became denser and gradually spread.
The speed was relatively slow at first, but once it reached a certain scale, the change began to become obvious and faster.
The roars of madmen were heard coming from the black fog ahead. Amidst the deafening howls, the voices of Hao Xue and the others were vaguely heard.
"Brother Hao, the fog here seems to be denser." Fang Cheng's voice was heard hurriedly, and he sounded rather impatient.
It had been around 20 days since they entered this place. Even he could feel a suffocating pressure at any time.
Zhu Guanhao's voice was not any better. He scoffed and said, "It's been an hour. The Blood Condensation Pearl should be condensed by now."
Hao Xue's voice was heard faintly. Perhaps it was because he cultivated a unique technique, but among the three of them, he was the only one who could remain calm.
"No, do you remember how we failed the last time? It was because the fight was too short, and we didn't let him unleash most of his potential, so the Blood Condensation Pearl couldn't be condensed. This time, we must be steady and not be careless again. "
Fang Cheng and Zhu Guanhao stopped talking. Intense sonic booms were heard in the air. Under the situation where they could not kill the madman, it was not easy to continuously injure him and trap him in a fixed spot.
Nonetheless, the three of them had no choice. If they did not trap him in a fixed spot, the madman would abandon them without any hesitation if another howl happened to be heard. They had already suffered twice, and they would not pay the price for it again.
That said, the pressure that each of them faced would increase tremendously. If it was not for the fact that each of them had the power of a tripartite balance, they would not have been able to maintain the situation for a long time.
After about 15 minutes, Hao Xue finally said, "Brother Fang, we can make a move now."
Fang Cheng responded with a long sigh. There was relief in his voice, as if he had been freed. Following that, he shook his body and became illusory. This kind of movement technique was strange and unpredictable. Not to mention facing a crazy person, even if it was facing He Yiming, it would definitely cause him to feel dizzy.
He appeared in front of the madman in the blink of an eye and blew into his flute.
A sharp needle-shaped essential Qi shot out from the other end of the flute and pierced the madman's glabella.
The madman's body swayed a few times, then he fell limply.
Fang Cheng's heart completely relaxed. However, at this moment, a sinister aura suddenly filled the air, causing all the hairs on his back to stand on end.
A strong sense of crisis suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart, causing his entire body to tremble with fear.
He was born in an aristocratic family in the mainland, but he had experienced hundreds of battles, so his reaction was faster than others.
He waved the jade flute in his hand without any hesitation, and a strange sound was heard as if it hit something. Despite that, the fatal crisis did not go away. Instead, it became more intense.
Fang Cheng's body rushed to the side in a flash. He had already used the strange movement technique he was best at to its limit. At the same time, he exclaimed, "There's someone …" At this moment, he could only care about his own life. As for the crazy person who had already died, he did not have the time to care about him.
A black light seemed to flash in the black fog, and a slender yet strange sword pierced through the spot where Fang Cheng was standing earlier.
The shock in He Yiming's heart was no less than Fang Cheng's.
First, he condensed the mist to cover his tracks as much as possible.
Fortunately, the three of them were focused on the crazy person. Otherwise, even He Yiming would not have been able to enter this place so easily.
Fang Cheng killed the madman in one move, so he was at his most relaxed state, and He Yiming chose this moment to make his move.
He opened the path with his unique blood needle, which incorporated ice-mastery and paralysis powers, and his crossed sword followed closely behind.
These two consecutive attacks were already the limit of what he could do while hiding his identity.
However, Fang Cheng's reaction speed was far beyond his expectations. With a seemingly casual wave of his hand, the jade flute somehow blocked the blood needle. His identity was also strange and agile. After dodging He Yiming's sneak attack, he actually made it difficult for Fang Cheng to chase after him.
At this point, He Yiming's first assassination attempt, which had been carefully planned, was completely defeated.
However, his reaction was not slow at all. After his attack failed, he immediately crouched down, and with a flick of his wrist, the corpse on the ground was sucked into his palm.
Almost at the same time, He Yiming slightly exerted force in his legs, and retreated at a speed faster than when he came.
Hao Xue and Zhu Guanhao roared at the same time. The three of them never thought that there would be a super expert hiding behind them that they could not detect.
Two huge Real Qi instantly broke through the air, and chased in the direction of He Yiming's retreat.
Following closely behind was Fang Cheng, who had already caught his breath.
Ferocious looks appeared on the faces of the three of them. At this moment, they were definitely working together to kill the unknown expert on the spot.
After all, what they did this time could not be exposed at all. Otherwise, what awaited the three of them would be extremely miserable.
He Yiming's figure suddenly stopped. Just like that, he disappeared into the black fog. It was as if he had turned into a ball of thick fog, and there was no trace of him.
Hao Xue's eyes focused, and he exclaimed, "A smokescreen …"
He Yiming was slightly moved. Instead of being shocked and fearful, there was a hint of gratification and joy in Fang Cheng's voice.
The cry that came from the bottom of his heart could not be hidden. He Yiming's mind instantly flashed with a thought. His hands did not stop moving, and he suddenly stabbed with the crossed sword that he had withdrawn.
"Ding …"
A clear sound was suddenly heard in the air.
"A Crossed Sword Assassin?" Zhu Guanhao, who had waved his hand to block the sword, also exclaimed softly. There was also an indescribable relaxed tone in his voice.
Hao Xue's relieved voice was finally heard. "Your Excellency, please stop. We're all on the same side." (To be continued. If you want to know what happened next, please go to www.qidian.com. There are more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)
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