"This ......"

"Oh my God......"

"How could this touch the Dragon God King ......?"

Chen Bo and the others were originally frightened by the terrifying strength of this Touching Dragon God King, but they didn't expect that at this juncture, the Touching Dragon Divine King would be able to open so many pairs of eyes, and it would even mutate. As the pupils of those pairs opened, the Dragon Touching God King, whose original aura had already descended leisurely, strengthened together at this moment.

And.

This breath is even more terrifying than before!

Mixed with the terrifying red poisonous mist, it surged like a tide.

"Hiss ......"

Just see.

The poisonous mist swept through, and everywhere it passed, the mud boiled and rolled wildly. Not even those dryads were spared. While being wrapped in this poisonous mist, it quickly dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It's like being burned to ashes!

"Boss, run away......"

The golden retriever scolded and immediately screamed. "This red mist is poisonous!"

Escape?

How to escape?

Yang Mucheng's eyes flashed with a hint of shock.

This red mist gathered the aura of the Hundred-Eyed Touch Dragon God King, like a tide, covering a wide area, obviously rushing to kill them all. How can you get away with it?

And the Dragon God King, after spitting out this red mist again, the pupils that shone with a strange red glow also closed quickly. At the same time, its armor glowing with jet-black light also dimmed a lot at this moment.

Obviously, the consumption of this poisonous mist is also quite large.

stared at Yang Mucheng and the golden retriever.

In the pupils of the Touching Dragon God King, a trace of smugness flashed.

"That's right!"

Yang Mucheng narrowed his eyes.

He quickly grabbed an object and threw it forward. This thing is the demon pestle of the Heavenly Demon Shura Temple. The demon pestle is the most rigid and yang thing, although it has become a magic weapon because of countless killings, but the characteristics it has will not change.

And now, he can only pin his hopes on this demon pestle!

Boom!

I only heard a vast sound resounding, but I saw the demon pestle, as if riding the wind and waves. Infinite black ghostly energy erupted from the self-descending magic pestle. All the poisonous mist, when it touched this ghostly qi, it was like spring snow and the sun, and it was already rushing forward in a flash.

The poisonous mist, more like encountering a nemesis, was like a tide that had been separated by itself at this moment.

Rumble!

Everyone only saw a black light shining, and the demon pestle broke through the poisonous mist and pierced into the torso of the Dragon Touching God King. I only heard the sound of 'poof', and the demon pestle blasted out from the back of the Dragon God King.

In the spray of blood, everyone could clearly see that a transparent phantom in the shape of a centipede was actually forcibly pulled out of the body of the Dragon Touching God King by the Demon Suppression Pestle. And that transparent phantom is the soul of the Dragon Touching God King!

"Bang!"

With a shocking sound of smashing the ground, the huge body of the Touching Dragon God King fell hard into the swamp. And the demon pestle, with a 'ding' sound, was nailed to a red tree demon. The red tree demon was already dying from the poisonous mist, and while carrying the demon slaying pestle nail on his back, he actually returned to the light, let out a terrible roar, and died completely.

"Whew-"

Yang Muchang let out a long breath and said secretly.

"These spiritual treasures seem to be like traps, luring martial artists to come and pick them!"

"This place is definitely not a good place!"

"That's right!"

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in Yang Mucheng's mind.

Swish!

Yang Mucheng was shocked, and hurriedly looked around.

But where are the people?

"Don't look for it, I'm not on this continent. That voice continued to sound in Yang Mucheng's mind. "You're right. This piece of land is indeed not a good place. It's a trap to kill all the warriors who have entered this place one by one, and get your aura to feed this small world!"

"Who are you?"

Yang Mucheng shouted in his heart.

"Is this a trap you have set in this place?"

"It's not me, it's Ke Zai! It's the place where the strongest man of the Xianmen has set up a seal for me! If you want to live, you have to go to the end, and I can send you out. The voice said lightly.

"Ke is here, Ke is here again...... Who are you?"

Yang Mucheng shouted.

However, the voice seemed to disappear abruptly, and it was like a hallucination, as if it had never appeared.

His brow furrowed slightly.

Just when Yang Mucheng doubted the authenticity of the content in this voice, the other people had already recovered from the shock of the Dragon Touching God King being killed.

Rise!

Chen Bo hurriedly rushed to the mangrove tree, preparing to pull out the demon pestle and return it to Yang Mucheng. But as soon as his palm touched the demon pestle, he suddenly felt a compelling yin qi swept madly, shaking his body as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and he was scared.

"What kind of magic weapon is this, let alone touching, even if you stand aside, you feel eerie, and the seniors can actually pick it up as if it were nothing......"

Chen Bo swallowed his saliva, and had no other feelings except shock.

"Boss, what's wrong with you?"

The golden retriever chewed the rest of the dragon god in one gulp, swallowed it into his belly, shook his body, shrunk into the smallest, and looked at Yang Mucheng who was distracted strangely.

"Nothing!"

Yang Mucheng shook his head, grabbed it with his right hand, and took back the demon slaying pestle nailed to the trunk.

This demon pestle, after killing the dragon god king, the evil qi and yin qi in it are a little thicker.

"Let's go!" Looking at everyone, Yang Mucheng said: "Take the spirit treasure ......"

Chen Bo and the others nodded hurriedly and continued to explore the way.

Both dragon gods were killed, and there were no other monsters left in this swamp. Those mangrove tree demons also didn't dare to show their faces, pretending to be dead one by one, disguising themselves as harmless saplings for humans and animals, allowing everyone to pass by, and not daring to launch the slightest attack.

Yang Mucheng followed behind everyone slowly, still recalling in his mind what the previous voice said.

'This is the Sealed Land?'

'This is the place of repression?'

"Here, it's actually Ke Zai's handiwork? That's right, except for this No. 1 master of the Immortal Sect, who can arrange such a huge inner Qiankun array, and who can make this a small world?"

'Whether the owner of that voice is true or not, I must go!'

Though.

Yang Mucheng still had a trace of doubt in his heart.

But as soon as he got the spiritual treasure of this realm, the token in his arms came again, and this news also made Yang Mucheng's heart sink.

'It seems ......'

'All that the master of that voice said, all this, is true!'