On the way to the Wanling Mountains to the Wanling Sea, there is a flat and endless mountain forest.

A ball of red smoke with more than fifty feet was floating like a giant orb.

In the middle of this giant dome, there are two figures standing.

One of them was Beihe, and the other one was the Zhun, who occupied the body of a monk from the Nether Spirit, died.

Zhu Fei, who was shrouded in red smoke, looked at Beihe with a very ugly face and said, "My friend Bei, what do you mean!"

After the two left Wanling City, they had a very harmonious exchange along the way and discussed things about the Nether Poison.

But just as the two of them were rushing to go, a thick red smoke from their feet emerged instantly, covering them.

Directly below the red smoke, several stone pillars stood in the mountains and forests in secret, and a stream of rich soul fluctuations radiated from them, sank into the red smoke that wrapped them.

Under the cover of red smoke, Zhu Fei tried to rush left and right, but he would be blocked by a soul barrier, making him unable to escape from the cover of red smoke.

Obviously he fell into a trap.

And in his opinion, the initiator of all this can only be Beihe.

Because even though the two were trapped in the formation at the same time, Beihe did not look panicked at all, but was extremely calm.

Hearing his words, Beihe smiled slightly, "What do you think of Taoist Zhu De?"

"Hmph!" But when Zhu Wei heard Zhu Wei snorting coldly, "I have come to see you, Xiaoyou Bei, have long wanted to plot against me, so everything before was acting, and I really dug a big hole!"

"If I didn't dig the pit a little bigger, I'm afraid that fellow Taoist Zhu De would not jump in." Beihedao.

"Don't think that setting up a formation can really deal with me." Zhu Fei sneered.

"Of course I don't think so." Beihe said with a smile.

After he finished speaking, he waved his sleeves and a large area of ​​gray-white smoke surged out and floated in front of him.

When Zhu Di felt the sharp breath of the spirit and ghost smoke, Zhu Di's face changed.

The spirit ghost smoke sacrificed by Beihe is several times more powerful than in the flying boat magic weapon.

Not only that, Beihe turned his hand and took out a gray sword.

After seeing the gray long sword, Zhu Fei's pupils shrank slightly, as if he was quite afraid.

But then I heard this person say, "I had expected that my friend Bei might attack me, but fortunately I was prepared."

"Oh?" Beihe looked at the other party, looking a little surprised.

"hey-hey……"

Zhu Fei smiled, then he patted the storage bag and took out an object that looked like a scroll.

The next breath, he threw the things in his hand into the air.

"Crazy..."

In an instant, the scroll opened, and then Beihe saw it. This was a painting of ink painting of thunderstorm and lightning.

Moreover, this ink painting is extremely realistic, and even the smell of silver lightning like spider webs seems to be released from it.

What shocked Beihe even more was that when a "boom" sounded thunder clearly came out of the scroll, and then lightning began to flash wildly. An astonishing pressure even emanated from the scroll.

Although I don’t know what treasure this is, Beihe naturally cannot sit still and wait for death, giving this person a chance to inspire him.

I saw him stomping his feet, sweeping back, and his mind moved while pulling apart from Zhuwei. The spirit and ghost smoke in front of him spread out, rolling towards Zhuwei in front of him unstoppable.

The person is currently imprisoned in a space of more than fifty feet in size, which can be said to be unavoidable.

His spirit ghost smoke has increased several times more than that of that year. It should have an amazing effect on dealing with the death of this soul body.

"Click!"

Just as Beihe sacrificed his spirit and ghost smoke, a sharp lightning burst came from the front.

A series of silver-white lightning bolts were woven into a huge ghost claw and grabbed Beihe hard.

Beihe originally wanted to continue to retreat, but the lightning speed was extremely fast. The ghost claw blinked and grabbed him in his hand.

The next breath, Beihe felt his body tightening.

After the ghost claws formed by silver-white lightning caught him, the arc wrapped his body in circles, like a dumpling.

For just this moment, Beihe couldn't even move his fingers.

From the silver-white arc that imprisoned him, Beihe also felt a fluctuation that made people's eyes turn. If the arc exploded, ordinary people would inevitably be torn to pieces.

When he was imprisoned, a large piece of spirit ghost smoke also wrapped Zhu Fei layer by layer, but a strand of spirit silk was suspended around him. As long as Beihe's mind moved, he would burst into tears at Zhu Fei.

However, Beihe was imprisoned by a silver-white arc, and he did not dare to move rashly. Because if he had any action, Zhunde would inevitably inspire the silver-white arc that imprisoned him.

Beihe was extremely surprised. If he had expected it was right, these silver-white arcs should have been released by this person from the opened scroll before.

"This is the thunder and lightning I have collected in thunderstorms over the years. After being condensed, it is so powerful that it is beyond ordinary people's imagination. Even I am extremely afraid of it. As a demon cultivator, I think I am even more afraid of the power of lightning. So I advise you and I to sit down and have a good chat, but don't draw your sword to face each other and do things that are thankless or even both sides are hurt."

"Are both sides injured?" Beihe chuckled, and then the smile on his face suddenly turned into a stern murderous intent, and he shouted in a low voice: "Go to die!"

"Swish swish swish swish..."

After the words came to an end, as Beihe's mind moved, strands of sperm of essence immediately shot towards Zhu Fei.

"Puff puff puff..."

In an instant, Zhu Fei's robe was pierced with holes, and his soul body was also beaten into a hornet's nest.

"ah!"

A scream came from the man's mouth.

"court death!"

Zhu Di was frightened and furious.

With a "bang", the person's soul body immediately exploded into a thick stream of soul aura.

At the same time, his mind moved, and for a moment, the silver lights that bound the Beihe River rose sharply, making a crackling sound, and a shocking tearing force immediately flooded the Beihe River.

Although Zhu Fei used the magical powers of the Nether Spirit Clan to explode the body of the soul, the formation set up by Beihe was extremely mysterious. Even if it turned into the spirit energy and wanted to escape, it would be blocked by a blocked soul barrier.

When trapped in the formation and unable to escape, the spirit ghost smoke kept refining and eroding Zhunde.

Zhu Fei was unmoved by this, but instead looked at the bright silver light. As long as he could kill Beihe, the spirit ghost smoke would be destroyed without attacking.

Under his gaze, the dazzling silver light gradually faded and a figure appeared.

"impossible!"

When he saw Beihe in it, he was not only intact under the tearing of the electric arc, but also swallowing wisps of silver-white electric arc into his body to refine it, the man was filled with horror.

"Maybe fellow Zhu De doesn't know that ordinary thunder and lightning magical powers are useless to Bei." At this time, only Beihe said lightly.

Under the erosion of the spirit ghost smoke, the rich spirit energy that Zhu Fei turned into at this moment became thinner.

It can be said that Beihe made sufficient preparations to deal with him. A set of formations that can imprison his soul body makes him nowhere to escape. The essence ghost smoke can completely restrain him.

"Crazy!"

At this moment, the diffuse soul aura whizzed towards a little bit, and then condensed into a figure.

Zhu Fei can only use his magical powers to deal with Beihe when he condenses into a magic body.

"Puff puff puff..."

However, he had not had time to condense, and strands of sperm of essence shot through and pierced his body again.

With a "bang", Zhu Fei's soul body exploded into a large amount of soul aura.

"I'm going to kill you!"

I heard Zhu Fei say furiously.

After speaking, the man turned into a soul breath and rolled towards the North River, and was about to submerge him in it.

Beihe swept the gray long sword in his hand across.

"Hiss!"

From the gray long sword, a sword light was stimulated, and with a sweep, the influx of soul energy was torn apart in half.

"Shisheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshe

And the soul aura at the torn position was corroded to make a strange sound.

Seeing this, Beihe sneered, then swept backwards and retreated from the cover of red smoke.

After coming outside the formation, he flipped his hand and took out a formation flag, and the magical energy in his body poured into it, and waved it gently.

In an instant, the red smoke in front of me began to shrink and become smaller.

After being swallowed and eroded by the spirit ghost smoke, the sound of Zhu Fei's shocked and angry sounds came from the formation.

From outside the formation, you can see that the red smoke continues to roll and deform, which is caused by Zhu Di's continuous struggle in it.

Beihe turned a blind eye to this and continued to wave the formation flag in his hand.

Finally, under his movements, the red smoke in front of him shrank to more than ten feet in size.
To be continued...