Chapter 857 The fog demon surrenders

In the foggy and dangerous place, Xiao Yi frowned and thought.

Even though the group of black-clothed warriors were dead, the fog demons had been collected, and the numerous corpses had been reduced to pieces, the surrounding environment was still extremely frightening.

Xiao Yi glanced at his arm.

The black mark on the arm is still there, but it has stopped corroding.

The breath of death has been completely blocked by the purple flames that seeped into his arms, making him unable to go wild.

To completely erase the black mark, you need to burn all the breath of death first.

After burning the dead breath, the black mark will automatically absorb the energy in your body and restore it.

This seems to be an endless loop.

The only way is to make this black mark have no 'original power' to absorb and cannot be restored.

But if there is no "original power", he cannot condense the flame.

Therefore, when the energy is about to be exhausted, you can only take one step faster than the black mark.

As long as the last trace of Yuan Power is used by him to condense the flame, then after the flame burns the breath of death, the black mark will never be restored.

This is the solution Xiao Yi can think of now.

But here are millions of mountains and hundreds of thousands of dangerous places. To exhaust one's energy rashly is definitely extremely unwise and may even lead to death.

Therefore, we have to get out of this million-dollar mountain first, and when we reach the central region, we can find a safe place and then deal with this black mark completely.

Now, just block it temporarily and let it run rampant.

"Hiss." Xiao Yi took a slight breath.

On his arm, a pain that was more severe than before came.

Although the breath of death has been blocked, it is still raging.

At the same time, the high-temperature aura of Ziyan was also lingering.

The confrontation between the two breaths naturally made the pain in his arm worse than before.

But pain was pain, and Xiao Yi didn't care. It wouldn't matter once the injury on his arm stabilized.

Xiao Yi took out a few high-quality elixirs, crushed them into pieces, and applied them to the wound.

The corrosion has stopped, but the serious wound on the arm still requires treatment.

The breath of death has been blocked and suppressed, and the effects of the elixir are fully exerted.

It won't take long for the wound on the arm to heal.

"Huh." Xiao Yi breathed a sigh of relief and put down his arms.

"Beiyin Palace." Xiao Yi muttered to himself and frowned.

He still didn't know what was going on with these black-clothed warriors.

He had never heard of this so-called Beiyin Palace, and he didn't know which force it belonged to.

But it is obvious that the methods of these warriors are extremely extraordinary, and the force behind them is by no means an ordinary force.

When Xiao Yi first entered this foggy and dangerous place, he fought hard, but with careful thought, he still looked at the traces around him.

According to his guess, this group of black-clothed warriors had only been in this dangerous place for a few months.

A fourth-level Tianji Realm expert, plus a dozen or so Tianji Realm experts. What on earth do such a group of strong men want to do when they are entrenched in this foggy and dangerous place?

There was also the mist demon, Xiao Yi never believed that the tall warrior was capable of subduing it.

So, what happened when the mist demon obeyed his orders?

There seems to be too much unusual and doubtful here.

After a long while, Xiao Yi shook his head, too lazy to think about it.

He has always been optimistic. He doesn't think too much if he doesn't expect it. Some things are solved when they are encountered. If they are not encountered, it is useless to worry about them.

The light flashed in his hand and he took out the Wind Holy Pot.

Ouch…

As soon as the Feng Sheng Pot was taken out, screams could be heard coming from inside.

The entire Wind Saint Pot began to tremble violently, and traces of mist struggled to float out from the mouth of the pot.

"Evil beast." Xiao Yi shouted and released the mist demon.

"Roar." The mist demon roared and rushed towards him instantly.

Bang...a surging purple flame surged out.

The crazy figure of the mist demon stopped instantly and looked at the purple flames in front of it in horror.

It's just not very smart, but it's not a fool.

Its instinct tells it that the flames in front of it are enough to burn it into nothingness and obliterate its spiritual intelligence.

"Surrender or die." Xiao Yi's tone was cold.

Ouch…

The fog demon roared, and the thick fog surged.

Bang... Purple flames surged, sealing off the surrounding area in an instant, and the terrifying high temperature caused the air to distort.

"Bastard, I think you derived your spiritual wisdom tens of thousands of years ago. It was hard-won. Don't force me."

Ouch…

The fog demon's roaring voice became lowered, and a humanized plea appeared in its empty eyes.

"Humanity…"

"Owner…"

The mist demon spat out intermittent words.

Xiao Yi nodded with satisfaction and said, "Go back into the Holy Wind Pot and release your spiritual wisdom."

The mist demon hesitated for a moment, then with a swish sound, he obediently returned to the Wind Saint Pot.

A touch of spiritual wisdom slowly appeared and floated in the Wind Holy Pot.

"Feng." Xiao Yi shouted lowly.

In the Holy Wind Pot, the radiant wind evil instantly sealed the spiritual wisdom.

Later, under Xiao Yi's control, a trace of spiritual wisdom was sealed in the Feng Sheng Pot.

In the future, if the mist demon makes any unusual moves, Xiao Yi can disperse its intelligence through the Feng Sheng Pot with just one thought.

Of course, Xiao Yi's own strength can easily deal with this fog demon.

"Suck." Xiao Yi shouted again.

In the Holy Wind Pot, a huge suction force appeared.

The dense fog in the entire foggy and dangerous area was quickly sucked in.

These thick fogs are not ordinary fogs themselves.

Otherwise, pure mist would never be able to greatly reduce Xiao Yi's perception, or even block his sight.

A warrior with a high level of cultivation has astonishing six senses. Ordinary mist, no matter how dense it is, will never affect the warrior's vision.

Nowadays, these thick fogs obviously contain an extremely shocking and pungent smell of blood.

If the guess is correct, it should be the remaining blood of the people, monsters, etc. that the mist demon has killed over the past countless years.

Normally, this blood energy will disperse and overflow over a long period of time.

But this foggy and dangerous place is because of the existence of fog monsters.

Therefore, these blood energies were trapped in the fog; over time, they even merged into the thick fog.

This makes these thick fogs extremely abnormal.

About half an hour later, all the dense fog in such a large and dangerous place was absorbed by the Holy Wind Pot.

Thick fog also has the attribute of wind, so the Holy Wind Pot can absorb and store it.

At the same time, the aura of the fog demon inside had obviously risen to a level, reaching the seventh level of Tianji.

"Thank...Lord, Master." The Mist Demon's intermittent voice came from the Wind Saint Pot.

Xiao Yi nodded and said nothing.

The Mist Demon has too low spiritual intelligence and can only automatically improve its strength over a long period of time. It hardly knows how to practice normally.

After doing everything well, Xiao Yi looked around.

The fog dissipated and the surrounding environment returned to clarity.

This huge dangerous place stretches as far as the eye can see, but it is empty.

Not a single monster, not a single tree, not a single living thing, only the charred black earth on the ground.

Xiao Yi shook his head, walked to the place where the tall warrior had self-destructed, and picked up the bloody sickle.

The self-destruction of the tall and straight warrior left nothing behind; on the contrary, this bloody sickle actually withstood the self-destruction of the fourth-level warrior of Tianji at close range without any damage.

"The best spiritual weapon." Xiao Yi glanced at it and then put it into the Qiankun bag.

Whoosh...the next second, Yukong flew up and continued on his way.
Chapter completed!