These speculative masters were already working very hard, and at this moment, seeing the old pope of the Church of Light rushing towards them in embarrassment, and shouting for them to retreat quickly, they turned their heads and fled without thinking about it, and at the last glance, they vaguely saw that the spiritual clone of the old pope of the Church of Light had collapsed.

At the last moment when the spirit clone was completely devoured, the old pope of the Church of Light shouted with all his strength to those speculative masters: "Do whatever it takes, be sure to send it out!"

Originally, these speculative masters just instinctively grabbed the black mist rushing to their sides, and at this moment, after listening to the desperate warning of the old Pope's spiritual clone of the Church of Light, they didn't feel bitter in their hearts. Because, whether they can break out of this weird "white light mist", they are not sure at all. Wouldn't it be a small deal to lose some mental power, but if you offend the Church of Light, wouldn't it be bad?

These top masters tried their best to run towards the border, and they regretted it in their hearts at the moment. Because they never expected that they would not be able to speculate, but would invite such trouble. Now, they can only pray in their hearts that this spiritual clone of theirs can successfully hold on to the outermost part of the "white light mist" despite being constantly devoured.

There is still a sense between this spiritual clone and the body, so these top masters who can't speculate don't have to worry about getting lost in the "white light mist". However, what worries them is that the spirit clone has become smaller and smaller, but there is still a considerable distance from the periphery of the "white light mist".

"What should I do?" the speculators couldn't help but ask anxiously.

The so-called "Extremely Poor Wisdom Students" were at the critical moment when they saw that they were about to fail, and one of them suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "This black fog has been in it for a long time, but why has it not shrunk? Black and white are mortal enemies, could it be that this black fog has the miraculous effect of restraining 'spiritual devouring'?"

This man didn't know whether what he was thinking was right or wrong, but at this moment, how could he slowly verify it? Besides, it wouldn't be long before his spirit was devoured. At this moment, there is only "a dead horse as a live horse doctor". Even if it doesn't have any effect, the big deal is that the mental distraction will disappear. But, what if, there is an effect?

It's just that in the flash of light, the person who just thought about it has already shaken away the black mist he was holding, and drove it to firmly wrap his spiritual clone in it. Sure enough, the power of the "white light mist" to devour his spirit was immediately much smaller. He was already completely desperate, but suddenly he saw hope again, and of course he couldn't help but let out a cheer.

Seeing this, the other people hesitated a little, and then they also followed suit. As a result, the several spirit clones who were originally struggling and about to collapse and disintegrate were all covered with a thick layer of black mist armor. Then they ran with confidence and excitement.

The old pope of the Church of Light, who was cultivating pranayama, suddenly saw the few supreme masters who had been given high hopes by him suddenly showed a look of joy on their faces, and he knew that there was a door. So, with a pale face, he rushed to the front of the "white light mist".

Those few top masters who were used as gunmen are not idiots, and they know that even the old pope of the Church of Light is solemn, and they must be extraordinary. In order to get a piece of the pie, he followed closely behind and leaned towards the dangerous and strange "white light mist......

Although there was a black fog to obstruct it, the spiritual clones of those supreme masters were still being devoured, but the speed was several times slower. Later, the connection between those supreme masters and the spirit clones was almost imperceptible, but they knew that their spirit clones were really approaching at an extremely terrifying speed. At this moment, they couldn't figure out whether their spirit clone was relying on the black mist's shield, or whether the black fog was relying on their spirit clone to forcibly break through.

It didn't take long for dozens of masters to feel a shock in the "white light mist", and then several figures rushed out of it. Everyone looked straight ahead, including the few who had been used as gunmen, because even they felt that these figures were unusually unfamiliar.

It can only be vaguely seen that it is a human form, but the whole body is shrouded in black mist. No matter what kind of spiritual exploration, it is like a stone sinking into the sea. It seems that these black mist figures are the whirlpools that can devour everything. Dozens of masters suddenly felt the gloom from hell.

Just when almost all of the dozens of masters showed a look of fear, the old pope of the Bright Church was overjoyed, and rushed to these black mist figures with a "whoosh", and couldn't help but laugh twice.

"Do you have the spiritual power to be trapped in it?" As soon as he suppressed his laughter, the old pope of the Church of Light asked those supreme masters, "If not, then I have to put away these hard-won loot?"

After a short period of astonishment, those top masters who were used as spearmen finally believed that there was still a little spiritual power left in the figure of Black Mist, although it was already very weak, but it was always "better than nothing". So after hearing this, these poor guys hurriedly gave instructions to the spirit clones to return. Strange to say, as soon as their minds moved, the black mist dispersed very cooperatively, and took the initiative to give way to a passage.

I only heard a "whoosh" sound, and several bright lights flashed and disappeared. When the body returned, those top masters suddenly felt refreshed, and couldn't help but make a "comfortable" sound, and at the same time they were overjoyed. Because, the spiritual clone that seemed to be weak and unbearable actually didn't seem to be much weaker than before, and after the distraction returned, they even felt that their spiritual power had faint signs of breakthrough.

The old pope of the Church of Light had expected that this black mist would incarnate into a human form, and it must be related to the spiritual clones of those supreme masters, but now seeing that they had successfully recovered the spiritual clones, the boss unceremoniously stretched out his hand and waved it to merge several black mist into one place, and then prepared to return with the black mist.

However, at this moment, the top masters who were used as spears shouted in unison: "Slow!" A few of them were not idiots, the abnormality of the mental clone just now had already made them realize that this black mist was probably an exceptionally rare treasure that increased the speed of spiritual cultivation. Otherwise, with the dignity of the "Pope", why is there any need to take risks alone?

The old pope of the Church of Light pretended to be surprised, and then asked unhappily, "What, do you still have any objections to this?"