Eternal Life: My Millennia in the Jiaofang Division

The poisonous miasma spirit was really frightened.

In his opinion, reversing time was simply impossible, but now, it was really happening before his eyes.

And he suddenly realized that Zhao Mu was really not lying, and he had indeed underestimated the power of the artifact.

It turned out that in the face of the power of the artifact, his so-called planning over the past few months was simply a joke.

At this time, He Xin once again controlled the dragon and swallowed the devil into his belly again.

I saw him mobilizing the power of the earth's veins with all his strength to launch a final stranglehold on the demon god and the plague that filled the world.

Poison Miasma Spirit knew that his revenge this time had completely failed.

But he had no fear.

He looked at Zhao Mu coldly: "Smelly Taoist, you won again this time, but it doesn't matter. Just like last time, you still can't really kill me."

"I have countless clones, and some of them have already gone to the world of immortality, trying every means to make themselves stronger."

"Do you have the ability to destroy all my clones? No, you don't, so as long as there is a clone, I am immortal."

"You can still kill me today, but just wait for me, stinking Taoist priest. One day, my clones will come back to find you."

"When the time comes, they will definitely find a way to deal with the artifact, and they will definitely let you die without a burial place, hahahaha..."

The poisonous miasma spirit laughed wildly.

But what responded to him was Zhao Mu's indifferent sneer: "Clone?"

"You seem to have forgotten that this time, our battle is not overseas!"

"What do you mean?" Poison Miasma Spirit was stunned.

"It means, no matter how many clones you have, you can't escape this time."

Zhao Mu's cold voice fell.

Suddenly, the shadow of the huge incense peach tree behind him suddenly shrank sharply and turned into a stream of light that entered his body.

At this moment, Zhao Mu and the Incense Peach Tree became one.

The last time he killed the poisonous miasma spirit overseas, Zhao Mu was far away from the Incense Peach Tree, so he could only use the power of his body to awaken Hun Tianji.

But this time it's different.

This time, Zhao Mu and Xianghuo Peach Tree were close at hand, and they were able to borrow the power of the spiritual roots of heaven and earth and cooperate with their own cultivation to awaken Hun Tianji.

As a result, the power of the artifact he can use is naturally far greater than the last time he was overseas.

I saw wisps of heavenly secrets winding up, tightly binding the poisonous miasma spirit in the middle, and extracting the qi power unique to the poisonous miasma spirit.

At this time, Zhao Mu was making seals with his hands, and the hair crown on his head suddenly flew up on its own, floating in the sky.

The hair crown bloomed with mysterious light, and all the energy extracted from the poisonous miasma spirit's body was immediately sucked in.

Countless streams of light suddenly flashed across Zhao Mu's indifferent eyes.

If you look carefully, you will find that the light in Zhao Mu's eyes is composed of countless images.

At this moment, with the help of Hun Tianji, his thoughts had traveled throughout the entire Hanhai Kingdom and the world of immortality in an instant.

At the same time, he also found the clones of all the poisonous miasma spirits from the complicated secrets.

"What are you doing?"

The poisonous miasma spirit had a bad premonition, and then he felt familiar auras coming towards him.

"That is……"

His eyes suddenly widened: "Impossible, how did you do it?"

In the world of immortality, Qingxiao Sect.

Zhou was standing in the lobby, listening to the skills taught by the elder Chuan Gong. There were many other disciples of the Qingxiao Sect around him, who were also listening to the class.

Just when everyone was concentrating, suddenly the space in the lobby was rippled, and then threads suddenly shot out from the void, tightly wrapping around Zhou Lie.

"Bold, who dares to act arrogantly in our Qingxiao Sect?"

The elder Chuan Gong shouted angrily.

But before he could make any move, those threads suddenly pulled out a cloud of black mist from Zhou Lie's body, and then disappeared in the void in the blink of an eye.

Silence returned to the lobby, and Elder Chuan Gong stepped aside and came to Zhou Lie.

"Zhou Lie, are you okay?"

Zhou Lie slowly raised his head and looked around blankly: "Where am I?"

The other disciples looked at each other in confusion: "Zhou Lie, what's wrong with you? Are you attending a class in the Chuan Gong Hall?"

The elder Chuan Gong frowned slightly: "Zhou Lie, what's going on? What is that black mist that just came out of your body?"

"Black mist?"

Zhou Lie's dazed eyes suddenly widened: "By the way, black mist! Elder, I was caught in a black mist."

"I don't know what that black mist is. It wants to use my body to practice in Qingxiao Sect and control the entire Qingxiao Sect step by step."

"When did it get on you?" Elder Chuan Gong asked.

"half year ago."

"So early?"

Elder Chuan Gong realized the seriousness of the problem.

One of his disciples was possessed by something for half a year, but the entire Qingxiao Sect didn't notice it at all.

This is too dangerous.

If the other party is sent by a hostile sect, wouldn't it mean that the Qingxiao Sect has exposed countless secrets and is in danger of overthrowing at any time?

And what are those threads shooting out of the void just now?

Who is the owner of the thread?

And why should we help Qingxiao Sect eliminate potential threats?

Elder Chuangong thought hard, but he couldn't figure out who was helping the Qingxiao Sect?

Of course he didn't expect it. After all, the owner of the silk thread was just solving future problems for himself.

Not just Qingxiao Sect.

At this moment, many places in Hanhai Country and Xiuxian World have hidden clones of the poisonous miasma spirit, which were forcibly found and taken away.

On a busy street, vendors were shouting and selling their goods.

Suddenly, countless silk threads appeared in the void, and a ball of black mist was drawn from the body of a beggar on the roadside, and then disappeared in the astonished eyes of the people.

In a turbulent river, fish were swimming freely, and suddenly countless silk threads appeared out of thin air, directly smashing a large stone at the bottom of the river, and wisps of black mist suddenly emerged from countless broken stones.

Mountains!

Rivers!

Clouds!

Cities!

Villages!

Sects!

Countless black mists were found from various places, and no clones of the poisonous miasma spirit could escape Hun Tianji's pursuit.

Dongming City.

In the horrified eyes of the poisonous miasma spirit, a big crack appeared in the sky, and then groups of black mist were thrown out one after another.

As soon as these black mists appeared, they all condensed into shapes and turned into the appearance of poisonous miasma spirits.

They looked confused, as if they didn't know why they were found even though they were hiding well.

They wanted to escape, but the power of Hun Tian Ji bound them all here and they couldn't move at all.

At this time, the seal in Zhao Mu's hand changed again.

Boom!

Countless silk threads in the void suddenly swirled and entangled, surrounding all the clones of the poisonous miasma spirit.

The silk threads turned into sharp blades, rotating and strangling, and suddenly, amid a wailing, a large number of the clones of the poisonous miasma spirit were all crushed into pieces.