Buzz —

A rhythmic tremor.

call--

Within a radius of thousands of miles, a layer of fog suddenly appeared. In the blink of an eye, there was already heavy fog everywhere.

Jijijijijijiji-

Immediately, the scavenged vultures made a terrified sound, obviously being alarmed by this sudden change.

"action!"

Fu Ming shouted loudly and took the lead in action. A ray of escape light flew towards the depths of the fog.

"Walk!"

Behind him, the other monks did not dare to delay at all, followed closely, locking Fu Ming's breath without falling.

Boom boom boom boom-

Soon, bursts of explosions were heard in the depths of the fog, which was obviously the sound of ** collision or mana fluctuations colliding.

It is visible to the naked eye, and the fog is churning, as if the strong wind is pouring out huge waves.

The Eighteen Puppet Formation, this fog has a strong barrier to spiritual consciousness and vision, which is equivalent to completely blocking the surrounding area of ​​thousands of miles, making the rotten vultures unable to escape in a while in fear.

As the master, Fu Ming was able to clearly grasp the situation in the formation and even see the grass and trees clearly. Therefore, with him, several true immortal cultivators joined forces to defeat the scattered rotten vultures.

The more you win the less, the strong will defeat the weak, and the most powerful will defeat the weak, which is almost the result of a one-hit kill.

"Hahaha, these rotten vultures are simply too weak!"

"Thanks to the powerful formation of fellow Dao Ming Fu Ming, otherwise these rotten vultures would be gathered together. We may suffer damage."

"Yes! Without these eighteen puppet formations, it would be impossible for us to completely wipe out the rotten vultures... The battle was going smoothly and the cooperation was pleasant, so these people would like to appreciate it.

"Hahaha, everyone is polite! We will work together to attack. I happen to have these eighteen puppet formations, so it is natural to use them." Fu Ming was in a good mood.

Everyone is killing here happily. No one knows that on an island millions of miles away, there is a mist of demonic energy, and Quidako is opening his mouth, chewing on a monster.

Suddenly, Quidako's mouth was covered in blood and stopped chewing, and raised his head. He looked at Fu Ming and others in confusion.

The two tentacles on the head swung very flexibly for a few times.

Immediately, Quidako enjoyed the pleasant expression of flesh and blood and turned into anger.

"Human monk! He is a human monk! Humph! Just a few real immortals dare to form a team to hunt down the warriors of our clan. I really don't know how to live or die! Qiqige, Hasen!"

"exist!"

The two demon warriors agreed and bowed.

But seeing these two demon warriors look like humans, they are dark all over, hairless and ears on their heads, replaced by two tentacles.

"In that direction, there are seven monks from the human front who are massacring our warriors. Now, I order you to hurry over and kill all the human monks!" A cold light flashed in Kuidako's eyes, and he pointed his hand in one direction.

"Yes, Lord Kuidako!" The two demon warriors agreed, and their figures turned into two streams of light and disappeared.

Quidako was slightly stunned.

"Hmm? Why do I feel a little restless? Is there something wrong that I don't know?"

With a little confusion, the two tentacles on Quidako's head rotated again, and he sensed them carefully, but found nothing abnormal. Then he temporarily felt relieved and began to enjoy his own food.

...

"kill!"

"Kill them!"

Fu Ming and his men flew back and forth.

They killed very quickly, but the rotten vultures were not given for nothing. The moment they noticed that they were trapped in the formation, they began to scatter and escape everywhere.

The rotten vulture is good at flying, and under the threat of death, the flight speed has been accelerated to the extreme.

Fu Ming and others killed very quickly at the beginning, but when they killed about two-thirds of the vultures, the remaining one-third had already scattered and chased them again. It took a lot of time to kill each one.

"Fellow Daoist Fu Ming, hurry up and let your eighteen puppets join the pursuit! The two great demon-level corrupt vultures have been killed by us, and the remaining demons cannot threaten the safety of your puppets at all." The fat monk suggested.

"Okay!" Fu Ming did not pretentiously and agreed, "Now those scavengers have been scattered. If we want to kill them completely, we must separate. These jade slips indicate the direction of scavengers running away. You can just chase them over, and leave the rest to me!"

The fog in the formation also affected the spiritual consciousness and vision of other human monks.

"good!"

Everyone agreed and took the jade slip, looked at it a little, and each chose their own directions and followed.

Fu Ming closed his eyes slightly and pinched the magic trick in his hand.

Puff puff puff!

Under the rolling sea water, water columns soared into the sky. Eighteen puppets, holding array flags and sharp arrows, appeared in the air, arranged around the formation.

Their appearance did not have any impact on the formation.

Jijijijijijiji-

As soon as these puppets appeared, just a moment later, they heard screams in front of them, and several rotten vultures rushed towards these puppets.

But I saw a female puppet wearing blue clothes and hair, all of which were like a real person, but her eyes were a little dull.

Seeing the rotten vulture rushing over, the female puppet shook her left-handed array flag.

call--

A violent whirlwind caused the surrounding mist to rotate rapidly. The rotten vulture screamed in tears, and its huge bone wings waved, making a "crunch!crunch!" sound, but no matter how hard it struggled, it could not escape the constraints of the whirlwind.

The female puppet took the opportunity to stretch her right hand forward.

call out!

The flying sword in his hand was sacrificed and turned into a silver stream of light. A blood flashed, and with a "puff!", the rotten vulture had been cut into two pieces.

The female puppet waved her sleeve robe and took the corpse of the rotten vulture into her bag. Obviously, she carried a space-like storage magic weapon.

The whole process was clean and neat. With just one encounter, a devil-level corrupt vulture was killed.

On the sea not far from the formation, a space fluctuated strangely. Zhang Yang hid in it and was watching this scene.

The barrier of the fog on the spiritual consciousness may seem very troublesome to the true immortal cultivator. However, for Zhang Yang's peak cultivation level, it is no problem.

What's more, Zhang Yang is not an ordinary peak ancient bar. His spiritual sense is so powerful that he is not weaker than that of ordinary Daluo Jinxian. His pair of clear and cold eyes are even more magical.

"This formation is quite interesting. Look at these puppets, their strength is weaker than the rotten vulture. However, with the help of the power of the formation, fighting alone can kill the vultures in one encounter, which is great!"

Zhang Yang nodded and commented secretly.

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