Tiangong Creation Beast

Chapter 633 Light yellow mist

Rouxiu also wanted to know this question. He didn't want to fight with anyone at all, and there were still so many people from the Dark Night Blood Palace fighting with him.

Although Rouxiu was confident that she would not be injured when dealing with these monks from the Dark Night Blood Palace, she was even more able to deal with them with ease.

But this is against the rules!

This is a matter between the Hydrogen and Oxygen clan and Lu Qian, and Lu Qian has not paid them, so why should they take action to contain these monks from the Dark Night Blood Palace!

Rouxiu really wanted to strike, but the people from the Dark Night Blood Palace in front of her were so intent on killing them that they didn't even give him a chance to relax.

In order to prevent herself from being hurt by these foreign monks as soon as she relaxed, Rouxiu could only fight back with great frustration.

But most people don't expect him to do it.

It's not that Lu Qian is incapable of dealing with everyone here, he is a quasi-emperor, so it's not easy to solve this matter with all his strength.

Lu Qian didn't even try his best, so why should we expect them to try their best at a time like this!

This was not within the scope of the commission they accepted. Rouxiu was not willing to do anything useless.

Yan Xuan was also unwilling to do it. Although Lu Qian gave them a very generous reward for this commission from Ansheng Pavilion, the Xuanjing Black Key cannot be obtained with money, and the more Xuanjing Black Key is, the more valuable it is.

, what Lu Qian gave was not one or two, but a very heavy sum. It was not impossible to give some extra services, but Yan Xuan was not so happy to help with this kind of forced help.

His master, Xie Ji, would not care about such gains and losses, but they, as disciples, had to care about these gains and losses, otherwise the people in Ansheng Pavilion would drink the northwest wind.

Yan Xuan's attitude was a bit negative, which was reflected in the fact that he did not use all his strength, but only restrained the Dark Night Blood Palace monks who were eyeing him.

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Lu Qian didn't care what Rouxiu and Yan Xuan's attitudes were. As long as they didn't help the Dark Night Blood Palace at this time, it would be the greatest help to him.

Ansheng Pavilion takes orders to do tasks. It is not uncommon that one second it will help you solve the problem and the next second it will attack you because of another person's entrustment.

That is to say, Ansheng Pavilion is the power of Emperor Xie Ji, and Ansheng Pavilion is trustworthy and the tasks it accepts will be completed no matter what. Otherwise, Ansheng Pavilion would have disappeared from the world long ago.

What worries Lu Qian at this time is that as long as he returns to his own body, he can easily deal with the people here with his quasi-emperor strength, which is exactly the same as his original body.

But the body of the Son of Mist was of great help to him. The path of cultivation he took was also related to fog. Although it was not the fog like the Son of Mist of the hydrogen and oxygen clan, understanding things with similar origins was also very helpful for his cultivation.

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Lu Qian didn't want to give up the body of the Son of Mist and go back to his own body now. He had a feeling that as long as he was given some more time, he could even take advantage of this opportunity to break through the Emperor in one fell swoop.

Lu Qian gently waved his transformed red robe, lowered his eyes, and maximized the potential of the body of the Son of Mist.

Since you don't choose to go back, you can only try to increase the power in this body as much as possible.

At this time, Lu Qian was extremely fortunate that before today, the royal family Bing Hydroxygen of the Hydrogen and Oxygen Clan and Tian Qing, the young patriarch of the Tiangong Clan, signed a following contract, which gave him the upper limit of the body of the Son of Mist and the upper limit of the power he could store.

The elevation also allowed him to cope with the current situation more easily.

Lu Qian stretched out his right hand, and a purple mist surrounded it. The purple mist wrapped around Lu Qian's fingers, moving with Lu Qian's movements, never leaving the range of Lu Qian's right palm.

The purple mist is a color that the children of the hydrogen-oxygen family of mist cannot have at all. The mist of the children of the hydrogen-oxygen family is pure white and light, and it is the ethereal wonderland seen when the doors and windows are thick with water vapor in the morning.

The purple mist is the mist brought by Lu Qian himself, and it is also his cultivation path.

The moment she saw the purple mist appear, the corners of Lu Qian's mouth curled up slightly, and the curve of her mouth that revealed a proud and evil aura carried a bit of this man's bad and evil aura, which captured people's hearts the moment it appeared.

"go!"

Lu Qian controlled the purple mist floating in his right hand to gather into a ball and flick it towards Sha San.

The purple mist was flowing in the air. The closer it got to Sha San, the larger the mist became. However, no matter how big the mist was, it always maintained the same color and did not become lighter as the volume increased.

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Before the mist got close to Sha San, Sha San felt a huge pressure.

He will die, he will die in this mysterious purple mist. Sha San has never had such a clear understanding for a moment.

He was trembling, unwilling to accept this fact, but he had to admit that it was true.

If that mist comes into contact with his body, he will definitely die.

Sha San could hardly control his urge to kneel down and beg for mercy. If he hadn't been the captain of the third evil team of the Dark Night Blood Palace, he would have already done so.

Thinking about how much he had paid to become a member of the Dark Night Blood Palace, and how many horrific things he had experienced that tortured his body and soul, he had never been as scared as he is now.

It's the fear of knowing something is going to happen but being unable to do anything about it.

At this moment, a light yellow mist spread from behind Sha San, and continued to spread toward the front. It spread past Lu Qian's purple mysterious mist, and even standing there felt aura...

The extraordinary shallowness of the road spread past Tian Qing and the others who were fighting together, and spread throughout this area.

At the gate of the capital, a light yellow mist suddenly swept over the independent and non-independent battlefields, large and small.

One after another people disappeared into the mist. The monks of the Dark Night Blood Palace returned to Mo Tu in a tacit understanding. The blue and white eyes flashed slightly and directed the monks of the Dark Night Blood Palace who were controlled by him to follow him back. Hu Yan saw

Zhuang led the people in his influence towards Mo Tu.

Sha San looked at the purple mist that was close at hand with lingering fear, feeling the huge terrifying destructive power contained in it. He shuddered involuntarily, stepped back several steps, and then walked to Demon Slaughter as if nothing had happened.

around.

Lian'er nestled in Mo Tu's arms, and the curious eyes of the cute little girl fell on the things Mo Tu took out.

It was an incense burner. It was bright in color and crudely made, but the amazing thing was that there was no incense burned but smoke was emitted from the incense burner.

The light yellow smoke was the fog that filled the war zone and made Lu Qian and the others invisible.

"Lord Demon Slayer, what is going on? Where are those people? Are they dead?" Hu Yan looked at the incense burner with fiery eyes. It looked like a good thing at first glance, but he was very self-aware and did not snatch it away.

It was a question that confused those of them who saw this incense burner for the first time.

(End of chapter)