Fight against the supreme realm of the sky

Chapter 97: Killing the Yi Mo Cult (4)

Facing the large-scale group attack of the two men, Ziying locked onto the enemy in the melee. Purple lightning gradually burned in his autumn eyes, and the next moment, he had strangely transformed into a thousand illusory shadows.

Wherever every illusory figure appears, there is a member of the Yi Mo cult covering his throat, blood gurgling along his fingers, his eyes resting on the illusory body in disbelief, and then waiting for thousands of phantoms to disappear into the air

Only then did he fall straight down.

Thousands of people fell to the ground at the same time, but there was only one sound of contact with the ground. This sweat-inducing scene witnessed the power of Ziying's new fighting skills.

The steps that Yi Mo Cult Leader wanted to move seemed to have taken root. They were nailed to the ground and dared not move any more. The remaining Yi Mo Cult members were also frightened by several killing gods and rushed towards Xiao Yao and Nan Er in panic.

On the Ming side, I hope that these two people are not as perverted as the previous people, hoping for a little bit of luck.

"Damn it, do you really treat me like a soft persimmon?" Nan Erming was a bit dumbfounded. Looking at the crowds of Yi Mo Cult members who were rushing towards them like bereaved dogs, he couldn't even think of using the shocking gun.

Staring at the crowd getting closer and closer with some resentment, Nan Erming raised his hands and patted the air. The light green mist was like a flowing transparent body, slowly becoming thicker and drowning the rushing people like a floating gauze.

The Yi Mo Cult members at the front covered everything within a few hundred feet with a hazy shell.

The dreamlike mist quickly penetrated into the protective fighting spirit of the Yi Mo Cult members and merged with their bodies. Those who rushed the fastest suddenly felt a tightness in their chests and blurred their consciousness. They covered their chests and fell to the ground with a thump.

On the ground, the body was about to corrode, and the mist that became greener gradually rose from the internal organs, and melted into the endless mist, and the mist became thicker.

As bodies fell one after another, the fog was so thick that it was almost impossible to dissolve it. The fairyland-like fog was like a bottomless abyss, swallowing up all living objects. In the blink of an eye, Nan'er

There was no longer a living person who could stand up within a few hundred meters around Ming.

The members of the Yi Mo Cult who were rushing forward to fight for the road to escape saw that something was not going well. They turned around in shock and wanted to retreat. The storm raised its staff lightly, the wind suddenly turned, and the quiet mist was driven by the wind like a dragnet, covering their heads.

As it went on, the screams fell silent again, leaving corpses all over the ground...

At this point, all the Yi Mo cult members who invaded the Xiao clan, including the frightened and overwhelmed leader of the Yi Mo cult, only had a few dozen people left. At this time, Xiao Yao was standing in front of these remaining soldiers with a proud look on his face.

"Don't you want to escape from me? I will grant your wish." Glancing at the stunned defeated soldiers, Xiao Yao raised his palm coldly and clenched it tightly, and the surging white fighting spirit gathered quickly.

It turned into a huge shadow, with the faint sound of a lion roaring.

The five-star elementary level strength exploded with all his strength, and Xiao Yao punched out hard. A huge white lion loomed in it, which made people feel shattered.

The leader of Yi Mo, who had long lost his fighting spirit, reluctantly raised his hands and tried to fight the trapped beast, but was immediately blown away like a kite with its string cut off, knocking away countless flowers, plants and trees before being carried into the grass, while the rest were left behind.

Everyone was bleeding to death from seven holes under the power of one punch.

The Yi Mo Cult Master struggled in embarrassment, his clothes were in tatters. Seeing that he was the only one left in the Yi Mo Cult in the valley, his hands and feet became cold. The original plan that was sure of success was completely overturned after Xiao Yan joined. Now even he can't do it.

It was fish meat on the chopping board. He stared blankly at Xiao Yan and others who were walking in step by step, and suddenly burst into hysterical laughter.

"Are you going to commit suicide or stay alive?" Xiao Yan stopped a few steps away from the leader of Yi Mo and asked coldly.