Mo Yun and others were so annoyed by the Purple Mist Spirit Marten that they flattened the trees and rocks within hundreds of feet. However, they knew that this kind of attack could not do anything to the late-stage deified Purple Mist Spirit Marten.

They were at a loss.

Old monk Cai proposed to clear the fog, and Chi Yanjue used fire Taoism to temporarily evaporate the fog, and used practical actions to prove his discovery to Mo Yun who questioned him.

"Okay, people who know the fire Taoism will clear the fog. We have to leave here quickly." Seeing that the fire Taoism was effective, Gu Ya was overjoyed and ordered.

Chi Yan listened to the order, and then he and Ji Hao took a step forward and started Taoism. The monks among the casual cultivators and the older generation who knew the fire Taoism also took action. For a time, the place became a sea of ​​fire, and the surrounding purple mist was swept away.

Baked by the fire, it quickly disappeared into smoke.

When Mo Yun and others saw this, they hurriedly ordered their disciples to move forward.

Seeing everyone moving, the Purple Mist Spirit Marten kept squeaking, looking anxious. Then it flashed and attacked Chi Yan and the others with dozens of purple claw blades.

It is very smart, knowing that these people who know the fire system are its biggest hidden danger at this time, so it chooses to attack them first.

At this time, there was no purple mist around everyone, and everything was so clear. Although the purple mist spirit mink was extremely fast, Mo Yun and others had higher cultivation levels than it. Without the cover of the purple mist, it was very easy.

Destroyed those claw blades.

"Zhizhi..."

A burst of hurried cries sounded, and the Purple Mist Spirit Marten was in great distress. Purple light shone all over its body, and then its body suddenly grew larger, and a huge shadow appeared behind it. This shadow was very similar to the Purple Mist Spirit Marten's body.

, similar to Hua Miner’s innate spiritual body phantom.

The phantom of the spirit mink exuded a misty purple light, and a majestic pressure surged out. The purple mist spirit mink opened its mouth and sprayed out, and an extremely rich purple mist appeared, instantly covering the area that had been burned by the sea of ​​fire.

What didn't stop like this was that the phantom of the spirit marten opened its mouth wide and dozens of purple spirit blades appeared.

These spiritual energy blades are like willow leaf flying knives, but they are in the shape of an arc. As soon as they come out, they exude fierce energy and are extremely majestic. What is even more strange is that these spiritual energy blades can circle back and forth and shuttle endlessly. Under high rotation,

The spiritual blade made a harsh sound that broke through the air, deafening.

"No, this is the innate magical power of the Purple Mist Spirit Marten. I didn't expect that this little guy would awaken his innate magical power with such a low cultivation level." Looking at the shadow behind the Purple Mist Spirit Marten, Old Monk Cai's face changed drastically and his tone trembled.

Endless.

As we all know, most demon clans have innate magical powers, which are extremely strange, and many of them have earth-shattering power. However, it is very difficult to awaken the innate magical powers. Many demon clans spend their entire lives unable to awaken.

It can only be awakened after the orifice stage. But this Purple Mist Spirit Marten in the late deification stage has already awakened its innate magical power. No wonder the old monk Cai was so shocked.

The purple mist filled the air and quickly enveloped the surroundings. Soon, everyone could see nothing. Dozens of spiritual energy blades whizzed and spun, and the sound was so harsh that it was impossible to tell where the spiritual energy blades were coming from.

.

"Ah!" "Ah!"

Several pitiful cries rang out, and those people who knew fire magic were attacked by spiritual energy blades and were caught off guard. However, what was surprising was that those spiritual energy blades were incredibly powerful, but they only attacked non-vital areas of those people.

Dozens of people who knew fire magic were attacked, but no one died unexpectedly. The most serious one was just a broken arm.

Everyone is a monk. As long as the golden elixir is still there and their souls are immortal, they can reshape their bodies through the vitality increased by the golden elixir. However, this process requires a lot of vitality, so it takes a long time.

Those people were attacked, and many of them lost the ability to take action for a while, so they had no choice but to retreat, protected by everyone in the middle.

"Hey, this Purple Mist Spirit Marten doesn't seem to want to kill anyone, otherwise the spiritual energy blade just now could directly kill those who are not at the Nascent Soul stage." Ling Tian's eyes blinked, and he suddenly discovered this strange thing.

phenomenon, and then his heart suddenly brightened, and he thought to himself: "This Purple Mist Spirit Marten seems to just want to delay everyone's actions, so that they can retreat before the difficulties are encountered."

Mo Yun was furious when he saw that the Purple Mist Spirit Marten had seriously injured most of the people who knew the fire system. With a wave of his right hand, several extremely bright spiritual energy swords whizzed away towards the place where the Purple Mist Spirit Marten was previously.

Shooting away in the direction.

There, there was a strong pressure in the air. Although the innate magical power of the Purple Mist Spirit Marten was astonishing, its position was exposed because of this.

The spiritual energy sword shot out by Mo Yun was astonishingly powerful, and a strong killing intention spurted out. The Purple Mist Spirit Marten knew how powerful it was, and hurriedly avoided it, but even though it dodged, the pressure of the Spirit Marten's phantom was still there.

Still exist.

When Bai Feng, Gu Ya and others saw this, they also took action. Dozens of spiritual energy swords shot out, covering the space where the Purple Mist Spirit Marten was. The spiritual energy swords burst out, and thousands of swords were fired.

The air twisted the void.

Ling Tian was slightly worried about the spirit mink. Such a dense sword energy might not be able to escape even with the speed of the purple mist spirit mink.

Purple Mist Spirit Diao Fangfu also knew this result. The phantom behind it glowed brightly, and a light shield was formed instantly. Tens of thousands of sword energy hit the light shield, causing a violent ripple, but it was able to withstand it.

Sword energy attack.

Seeing this, other people also took action one after another. They had been teased by this Purple Mist Spirit Marten for so long, and they were already filled with anger, so they took action without mercy.

Although this Purple Mist Spirit Marten is extremely talented, its cultivation level is still low. It was attacked by four monks with higher cultivation level than it, plus dozens of outstanding people on Tianmu Star, and its protective shield finally broke.

, turned into thousands of rays of light.

The light shield shattered, and the shadow behind the Purple Mist Spirit Marten disappeared in an instant. Then its spirit became sluggish. Facing these attacks, it managed to cheer up and retreated quickly.

The Purple Mist Spirit Marten was very fast and began to retreat the moment before the light shield broke. Except for the spiritual swords of Mo Yun and others, the attacks of the other monks could not catch up with his speed. The Purple Mist Spirit Marten dodged left and right.

, but his fur was still scratched by two or three sword energy. For a moment, purple fur flew and little drops of blood spilled.

The Purple Mist Spirit Marten was finally injured!

"Zhizhi..."

A painful scream sounded, with a strong sense of unwillingness. In front of the golden Poxu Buddha, Ling Tian could see the grievance in the eyes of the Purple Mist Spirit Marten. The Purple Mist Spirit Marten looked here for a few times, and his body

The shape flashed and disappeared.

"Hey, the direction in which this spirit ferret retreated seems to be the direction where Po Qiong was sealed." Ling Tian murmured in his heart, with a bit of surprise in his eyes.

Ling Tian recalled the previous behavior of the Purple Mist Spirit Marten not to hurt people but only to hinder them, and a certain string in his heart was plucked.

After a moment, something stirred in his mind, and he came up with his own guess: "This Purple Mist Spirit Marten must have something to do with that being in the out-of-body stage. Maybe it's that person's pet."

The more Ling Tian thought about it, the more certain he became about this conclusion. A bad premonition suddenly arose in his heart. Since people in the out-of-body stage could raise such powerful Purple Mist Spirit Minks, they might also be able to raise other powerful ones.

Existence. Only one Purple Mist Spirit Marten would make them miserable. If there were others, he couldn't help but feel uneasy, and for the first time, he was slightly shaken by his plan to fish in troubled waters.

"But this Purple Mist Spirit Marten doesn't kill anyone. This can be considered a blessing among misfortunes." Ling Tian murmured.

"It seems that the smell of blood was just from the injured monks. The lack of corpses is probably because those monks retreated consciously." Ling Tian finally came to his senses.

"Forget it, we can only take one step at a time." Ling Tian thought helplessly.

The Purple Mist Spirit Marten retreated, but Mo Yun and others did not notice it immediately. They looked around vigilantly to prevent another sneak attack from the Purple Mist Spirit Marten.

After about a stick of incense, Mo Yun and others still did not wait for the attack of the Purple Mist Spirit Marten, and they were filled with doubts.

"This little beast hasn't attacked for so long, has it retreated?" Mo Yun cursed. He had a bad temper. He had been teased by the Purple Mist Spirit Marten for so long, and he had long been impatient.

Old monk Cai felt confidently for a moment, and then said: "It must have retreated. I can't feel its breath at all now."

"Then let's go. To be on the safe side, we have to use the fire element to clear the way." Gu Ya suggested.

"But there are a few people here who know the fire magic. If we want to use the fire magic to open a path, the speed will undoubtedly be much slower." Bai Feng frowned slightly and couldn't help but look at the purple mist spirit marten.

He cursed a few words, and then said helplessly: "The previous spiritual energy blade attack was too weird, and we couldn't guard against it."

"Fortunately, the Purple Mist Spirit Marten's cultivation level is not very high, and its innate magical power must have just awakened. The shadow behind it will not last long before it shatters, otherwise it would not be so easy to repel it." Old monk Cai

An expression of great joy.

"Okay, we have no choice but to release our elixir fire. Although it consumes more money, it is much safer." Gu Ya said, waved his right hand, and a majestic flame floated out, blowing away the purple mist.

Roasted to death.

Mo Yun and the others had no other good idea, so they had no choice but to use their own elixir fire, burning up the purple mist.

In this way, under the leadership of Mo Yun and others, everyone continued to advance into the mountain.

After about half an hour, the purple mist gradually became thinner. At this time, there was only a faint layer, like a layer of purple gauze, which could not block the monk's sight at all.

Everyone finally breathed a long sigh of relief. Previously, the release of spiritual consciousness was blocked in the purple mist, and they were extremely depressed.

"It seems that the Purple Mist Spirit Marten has really retreated." Mo Yun breathed a sigh of relief and stopped releasing the pill fire. Releasing the pill fire for a long time consumed a lot of his spiritual energy and mind.

"Well, it's fortunate that this is the case, otherwise we might not be able to hold on for long." Bai Feng sighed.

He was a little depressed. If he hadn't had to estimate his pressure in front of his disciples, he would have sat on the ground long ago.

"Let's recover first, otherwise we will be in trouble when we encounter something powerful." Gu Ya suggested.
Chapter completed!