Chapter 1697 Mist

Xie Yandong and others who were far away were also aware of the riot in the valley. However, because they were in the opposite direction, they did not know the situation on Feng Hao's side. Therefore, they could only stay in place nervously at this moment and pray to Feng Hao.

Their actions can be successful.

If you want to obtain greater benefits, you must pay and bear huge risks.

This has never changed, at any time and in any place.

…

"Bang!"

The long whip on the top of the super-grade tower spirit's head was like two agile poisonous snakes. It was quickly thrown at Feng Hao's chest at a tricky angle, and he was thrown out.

"Ahem..."

Feng Hao coughed up blood, and the area where he was hit in the chest was dripping with blood, and even the white bones could be seen.

"Daddy!"

Xiao Qingmeng suddenly made a cry, and her fingers moved much slower.

"I'm fine!"

Feng Hao stood up quickly. Because the wound on his chest was pulled, his cheek couldn't help but twitch slightly. The pain flashed away, and he quickly approached Xiao Qingmeng, "This won't work. You can't shoot it at all. It moves."

The speed is too fast.”

After fighting against the super-grade tower spirit, I realized how terrifying it is. Whether it is speed or strength, it is invulnerable!

Although Xiao Qingmeng's poison can cause it to suffer heavy losses, if it cannot be shot, it is useless.

Feng Hao really didn't think this through thoroughly, so he fell into such a desperate situation.

Behind him, the rumbling sound got closer, but within a few moments, Feng Hao could clearly feel the trembling under his feet growing violently.

This also shows that the group of tower spirits behind them are getting closer. If they are caught up, their chance of survival will be gone.

"rush!"

Gritting his teeth, Feng Hao had no choice but to fight.

"Chichichi..."

Along the way, Xiao Qingmeng kept popping poison, forcing the super-grade pagoda spirit not to get close, while Feng Hao pulled her and distanced herself from the group of pagoda spirits.

After a while, the super-grade tower spirit seemed to become a little angry, and his cold eyes were even coated with a layer of frost, and he set his target directly on Xiao Qingmeng.

Fortunately, because it is afraid of the poisonous poisons that Xiao Qingmeng pops up, even if it has the opportunity to attack Feng Hao and Xiao Qingmeng, it will choose to avoid them.

This is the only thing worth celebrating!

However, Feng Hao's face was not relaxed, because they could not get rid of this super-grade tower spirit!

This is not good news, and because of the intense consumption, Xiao Qingmeng is also a little exhausted. Her small face is as pale as paper, and sweat is dripping. However, she has been gritting her teeth and persisting.

Even if she is the Supreme Poison Body, she would still be under a lot of pressure if she had to use Beimang Aconitum, which is so poisonous.

Moreover, she has not stopped for three consecutive hours!

Within these three hours, the pagoda spirits had fallen far behind. At least at this time, Feng Hao could no longer feel the violent vibrations on the ground. This meant that they had already left the pagoda spirits behind for a long time.

However, he did not relax, because as long as this super-grade tower spirit was following him, it would only be a matter of time before the tower spirits followed him.

The dark night passed quickly, and the first ray of morning light fell, illuminating the dark world, bringing light and warmth. As a result, the mountains were filled with a thin layer of mist, everywhere.

"Whoosh!"

Two figures quickly rushed out of the mist and quickly disappeared into the jungle.

"Meng'er, if you can't hold on, then take a rest!"

Feng Hao couldn't remember how many times he reminded Xiao Qingmeng, but she persisted stubbornly.

"Meng'er is okay, no need to rest."

Xiao Qingmeng smiled at him with a pale face, which made his heart twitch involuntarily, and the pain made him suffocate. Even if the body was tempered in the sky fire domain, it was not one thousandth as good as it was at this time.

He knew very well why Xiao Qingmeng persisted. Suddenly, streaks of red blood appeared in his eyes. In an instant, the anger in his heart disappeared.

He stopped and stood there, looking at the vast expanse of morning mist that filled the mountains in front of him, with an indescribable light shining in his eyes.

"Meng'er, I have an idea!"

Feng Hao quickly informed Xiao Qingmeng of his thoughts, and the latter's eyes also lit up.

"Bang!"

The super-grade pagoda spirit quickly followed up. Seeing Feng Hao stop and Xiao Qingmeng not attacking him, a trace of human doubt suddenly flashed across its cold eyes.

With its intelligence, it did not rush to attack, but moved left and right vigilantly. The pair of long whips were swinging slowly, making bottomless cracks on the ground, as if some kind of process was going on.

test.

However, Feng Hao still did not attack, and the same was true for Xiao Qingmeng. However, the two of them fell into an area filled with morning mist.

The super-grade tower spirit stagnated in place, seemingly thinking for a moment. In an instant, a layer of frost filled its eyes. As soon as its six legs touched down, its entire body turned into an afterimage and quickly swept into the morning fog area.

"squeak……"

In an instant, a shrill cry resounded in the morning fog area, the ground shook, and the large area of ​​morning fog was dispersed. Around it, a large area of ​​woods was destroyed and razed to the ground.

"Success!"

Looking at the struggling super-grade tower spirit, Feng Hao's eyes suddenly flashed with joy. Without any hesitation, he took Xiao Qingmeng's arm and left quickly.

Indeed, with Xiao Qingmeng's attack speed, it is basically impossible to hit the ultra-grade tower spirit, because even Feng Hao is not sure that he can hit the fast-moving ultra-grade tower spirit.

However, after seeing the morning mist, Feng Hao was inspired.

Mist is everywhere!

Obviously, the super-grade tower spirit was hit. Feng Hao could feel that the strength of the super-grade tower spirit's struggle was weakening. However, he still had no intention of killing it.

He could not be sure whether its defensive power had been weakened, and even if it was a weakened super-grade tower spirit, the power it exerted at this time would probably still be no less than the eighth level.

Looking at the already shaky Xiao Qingmeng, Feng Hao did not intend to take this risk.

After another hour, Feng Hao finally knew why Gongsun Jing asked him to choose this path, because there was a camping area not far away, and it seemed to belong to the Wuling tribe.
Chapter completed!