After being contaminated by black fog, a man screamed on the spot, bleeding all over his body, and his skin shriveled rapidly...

Further away, many people joined forces to continuously use various magical powers and magic weapons to bombard the black fog. However, the black fog would not be bombed, but instead bombarded more and more! It was so weird that it was extremely strange!

"Strange, strange... This cloud seems to be able to absorb any form of energy, whether it is flame, ice, thunder, or the power of yin and yang, and will be forcibly absorbed by him and transformed into a part of himself, constantly strengthening himself. The more enemies fight, the stronger he will be!" When Wang Tian muttered, he had already arrived near the battlefield.

As soon as he showed up, Taier Taier screamed in shock: "Swallowing Sky Fog Spirit!"

"Do you know me?" Wang Tianwen.

Taier Taier nodded repeatedly and said, "I know, what a fool! This thing has only appeared in books, how could it appear here?"

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and tell me what this thing is? But it seems to be quite troublesome to hear the name." Wang Tiandao.

"It's not just trouble, it's a big trouble! This thing only appeared a long time ago. At that time, the live broadcast platform of Wanjie had not appeared. This guy appeared on the Wanjie Continent. All creatures in Wanjie Continent were martial arts cultivation, and their martial arts were powerful and terrifying. However, when facing this strange thing, he was helpless and almost destroyed the creatures of the Wanjie Continent by this thing! Later, a strong man named Wu Zun appeared. This man didn't know what method he used to disperse the Tianshen Wu Spirit. According to the book, this Tianshen Wu Spirit is not an ordinary smoke, but a kind of spirit! A life body with self-consciousness and wisdom! It's just that his form is very special..." said Tai Er Zhenren.

Wang Tiandao; "I almost destroyed the continent of Ten Thousand Worlds? Then what do you mean is that if I don't care about him, he can destroy my Xiazhou City?"

"It's almost done in less than a day...at least that's what the book says." Tai Er Zhenren said.

Wang Tian frowned: "This thing cannot be kept, it must be killed."

"Huh? Anyone dares to come? Okay, okay, okay, I will feed my baby together today, haha..." At this moment, a hoarse business came out of the clouds.

Wang Tian looked at Taier Taier in shock and said, "How can this broken thing still speak?"

"I haven't heard of it. Although the Tianwu Spirit has spirits, it can't speak." Tai Er Zhenren was also a little confused.

Hu Tian stepped forward, blocked Wang Tian, ​​and said in a deep voice: "It's not the Heaven-Swallowing Fog Spirit, this should be a magic weapon similar to the Heaven-Swallowing Fog Spirit sacrificed by a certain evil cultivator."

"Hey, boy, do you have a good vision? Unfortunately, this is not an ordinary magic weapon. I won't talk nonsense to you. Before Master Yunxiao comes, I will deal with you first!" The evil monk waved his hand, and the black smoke rolled in, like an avalanche, and there was no way to hide!

"It turns out that it's not the Tianswallowing Spirit. I'm scared. I'll leave it to you to deal with him!" Taier Taier got up and said righteous words, but ran faster than a rabbit.

Wang Tian ignored him and stared at the magic fog. There were scriptures flashing deep in his eyes. These words were the content of the true interpretation of the world. Wang Tian found that as his overall strength improved, the power of "The True Interpretation of the world" became increasingly powerful. He could actually look at the other party's magic weapon and analyze it directly! Although the analysis was a bit confusing, this was a good sign!

Wang Tian thought and said, "Can you stop him?"

Hu Tian nodded and said, "Don't worry, as long as it is not the Tianshen Wu Ling, my sword can be cut off!"

"That's good. If you can kill, you will kill. If you can't kill, you will also cut a wisp of magic fog for me. I'm useful. Well... the more, the better." Wang Tian whispered.

"Slash? Haha... Although my magic weapon is not the Heaven-Swallowing Fog Spirit, it is refined by a trace of mist from the Heaven-Swallowing Fog Spirit! Who do you think you are? Do you think you are the Martial Master?" The evil monk laughed wildly, waved his hand and the black fog fell.

Hu Tian looked up at the rolling fog and pressed on the hilt of the knife behind his back with one hand: "I am not Wu Zun, I am the one who is about to surpass Wu Zun! Wu Zun said that there is no irresistible enemy in the world! He firmly believes in his fist, and I firmly believe in my sword! There is no existence in the world where my sword can be cut. If there is, it only means that I am not strong enough! This is my belief, no one can shake it!"

"Kill!" Hu Tian's sword was unsheathed. The sword did not fly out of his hand, but was firmly grasped by him. The sword was covered with golden light, like the scorching sun in the dark! But it was not the sunlight, but the transformation of infinite fighting spirit, and it was also the energy of Hu Tian! The momentum of his sword was released, everything was condensed on the sword. This was a desperate sword, and the momentum of no one else, moving forward!

The knife comes out!

The magic fog falls!

puff!

Sizzling...

"What?" the evil monk exclaimed, looking disbelief.

I saw that the light transformed by the infinite fighting spirit on Hu Tian’s sword was really like the scorching sun, extremely hot! And his magic fog was like the snowflakes, instantly melted into a large area!

"No! This is not a traditional sword art, you... have you actually understood your own power?!" The evil monk shouted with a look of ghosts.

"When a thought of life and death, the cycle of death and life has allowed me to see through many things and understand a lot of things! Power is just one of them!" Hu Tian's voice was very plain, but the knife in his hand seemed very crazy. The sword light rolled, and the light of fighting spirit on it became brighter and brighter. The magic fog was blown into pieces by the light, constantly melting and regressing!

The evil monk inside also showed his true face for the first time. He was an old man in gray. His face seemed to be withered and was about to die, as if he was about to die at any time. His eyes were protruding, which looked particularly strange. He was holding a golden skull in his hand, and the magic mist was spit out from the skull's mouth.

"Hey! So that's it! This is the three-star ninth-grade strong man who was killed by the Tianshen Wu Ling back then? Only such a strong man will have the bones on his body turn golden. The twelve-changing martial arts strong man's head... Tsk tsk, you tm can find treasures more than the real person." Taier Taier ran back at some point and shouted.

Wang Tian glanced at the skull, but he didn't expect that this thing was the result of the twelve transformations of "Martial Nervous". After the twelve transformations, the bones turned into golden bones, which really surprised him.
Chapter completed!