"The most powerful Tezka Polypoca is here!" said the leader of the tribe who led the way carefully.

Master Wen nodded to the leader of the small tribe, and saw his face full of panic. Even the warriors who followed him here were the same.

On the bank of this small river, there is a small tribe. Walking further forward, it is already beyond the farthest residence of these tribes, and it can be said that it is already the boundary of this "country".

Now even if the team of hundreds of people arrives, they have not alarmed the people of this tribe at all. To be precise, they can no longer be alarmed. Dead people can no longer be alarmed.

Although the tribe's tent and the semi-permanent wooden house are still there, you can even see the Jinchona woods opened up by the attachment.

But the people of this tribe had already died in the attack of the fog clan a few days ago, leaving only two living people.

It was a lonely man and woman who couldn't sleep at night, sneaking into the woods to do things. As a result, only they witnessed everything that happened and escaped from the sky.

The dozens of people in the entire tribe were covered by such a night fog, screaming loudly. When the fog dissipated, everyone turned black and died.

Wen Fei took the lead and walked towards this quiet place like the ghost realm to see if he could find any clues.

The warriors behind them were trembling. If there were any other enemy, they would rush forward without hesitation. However, when they encountered such indescribable things, they would only have fear.

Master Wen Da Tian ignored these guys. He had already felt that the yin energy in this place was extremely heavy. It seemed to have a monstrous ghost energy. In the words of this place, there was a natural spirit floating around.

"Why are there so many? Is there anything strange about the fog?" Wen Fei said intimately.

The ghost energy here is surprisingly strong, but Master Wen did not see half of the ghost. He felt something was wrong in his heart.

At this moment, a scream with a change of tone suddenly rang out. Someone was overly panicked and screamed as if he was killing a chicken.

In just a flash, he had arrived at the place where the sound was made.

The warriors brought by the samurai were all pissed and panicked. From the forest of the Jinjina tree, they were covered in mud and shaking things came out.

"These are all dead people. They are all dead people... we buried them in..." When the leader of the small tribe saw Master Wen, he ran over as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, and grabbed Master Wen's clothes and shouted.

No big or small, no one knows the magnanimity! Master Wen frowned and found out the more he was. Why did Liu Bang wait until Shusun Tong created the etiquette before he realized the dignity of being an emperor!

Looking at his dirty sleeves that were caught, Master Wen couldn't help but complain. As for the things in front of him, they didn't even put them in his eyes!

Wen Fei waved his sleeves and a strong wind blew out. Not only did he blew this guy shut up, but he also let the guys who had just crawled out of the soil blow directly away.

How could this happen? Everyone was stunned. Although they knew that Master Wen was powerful, even the Sun God and the Night God were not opponents. But these guys had no idea about how powerful this magic was.

Seeing this scene now is nothing to describe in a daze.

"Who?" Master Wen heard a sound from the Jinjina forest, and his body shook and had already entered the forest.

On the branch of a big tree, I saw a guy covered in bruises.

"Imanadarotu?" Wen Fei was slightly surprised. This guy pretended to be like this here. Was he trying to plot against himself?

Not so stupid, right? Besides, Master Wen didn't have to get close to him. He knew that this guy was seriously injured and his blood was about to drain his strength.

As if hearing the movement, Imanadalotu raised his head and a strange look flashed in his eyes: "Tezkapolipoca, it's you!"

"Why did you make this happen?" Master Wen was a little gloating.

"Look soon you will be the same as me, Tezkapolipoca. We have misunderstood the object of the prophecy, and soon you will be the same as my tribe. All of them are dead. Hahahaha..."

Master Wen Datian sneered: "Did you meet someone from the Mist Clan? You look so miserable? Do you want me to avenge you?"

Imanadalotu laughed loudly, but his injuries were too severe, his energy was insufficient, and his laughter was intermittent. He said with great effort: "Do you want me to tell you about the fog clan? Don't think about it! You made me like this. Tezkapolipoca, and finally you ended up like me..."

Master Wen Da Tian frowned slightly: "Idiot, you have told me enough things!"

Hearing this, Imanadalottu's laughter suffocated and stopped. His voice turned faintly: "Tezkapolipoka, please help me kill all the fog people. Or better die with them... I will leave the dark divinity to you!"

As he said that, he turned his head and died of anger.

On Imanadalottu's body, a black light drifted out, and was about to float around. Wen Fei pinched the black light into a place and turned into a small black bead.

Then I saw Imanadalottu's body quickly becoming old and decayed, and in a flash, it was as if it had been dead for many years.

Master Wen Datian held the bead transformed from the dark divine nature, lowered his head slightly, and was considered a moment of silence. He threw the beads in his hand a few times.

He walked out of the woods and called the Red Spots over. He asked them again about the process of chasing Imanadalottu.

The Imanadalotus tribe, with a huge flock of sheep, walked at most hundreds of miles in the whole month. As long as they calculated the distance they were walking, they could almost figure out where they encountered the fog clan.

That place is definitely not too far from this, and it seems that these guys have come to the door.

Thinking of this, Master Wen looked up at the sky. A huge vulture passed by the sky. In the particularly blue sky on this plateau, it seemed particularly leisurely.

As soon as he was shrouded in the eyes of Master Wen, the vulture immediately became panicked and flew towards the horizon in the distance.

Through this vulture, Master Wen had almost seen that just dozens of miles away, a group of people dancing around a guy dressed in a wizard.

At this moment, Master Wen's eyes looked down like a god, high above, and his divine power was as powerful as a prison, which made the wizard jump up in panic.

Master Wen smiled coldly, but suddenly opened his mouth and squirted, and a thunder flashed by. The thunder sounded in the sunny day, directly chopping the vulture into charcoal. Before it fell, it turned into ashes.

None of the warriors knew what Wen Fei was doing, and they thought he suddenly launched a divine power to show his power. They all fell to their knees on the ground and worshiped them.

Master Wen Datian ignored them and felt a little worried. It seems that these fog clans have many methods, but what is the origin of them?

The American civilizations were extinct too early and there were fewer records left. No one knows how many mysteries they left in their history.

Forget it, I will teach these guys a lesson first. If they seek death again and find him, Master Wen, it will be no wonder that Master Wen will be.

However, obviously, Master Wen was unwilling to be troublesome. However, some people still refused to let him go.

Soon a little light blue mist floated over, and suddenly it looked inconspicuous. Because there were too many such mountain mists on this Andes Mountains.

However, the mental tension was very nervous and he was always paying attention to the fog around him. Even normal fog could make the warriors sniff out. Such a strange fog was soon discovered.

"The Mist Clan is here!"

Master Wen Datian soon discovered this fog and couldn't help but get angry. It's true that no one hurts the tiger's will, and a tiger hurts people's hearts!

Master Wen originally thought of digesting this civilization first. However, since these fog tribes are seeking death, they can't say that they can do it first.

Several fogs floated over and became extremely fast. It seemed as if they knew they had discovered these and were afraid that they would escape.

"You can actually control the wind direction, but you have some tricks!" Master Wen Datian sneered: "This is to see if you have high skills or if you have strong skills!"

When I opened my mouth, a strong wind blew up. It was like a tsunami of mountains and tsunamis, and the sky was swept through.

Although the fog is heavy, it has countless small suspended particles, but under the strong wind that even the big tree is blown down, it is not enough to see at all. In a blink of an eye, it is blown away and it is gone.

Only the last trace was left, but it was grabbed by Master Wen. It was obviously a cloud of fog, but Master Wen seemed to be holding an invisible transparent bottle in his hand, and he could not escape the fog.

"It's interesting, it's miasma." Master Wen was quite interested. He saw many such things from the rainforest.

It was the corruption of branches and leaves in the rainforest, and the poisonous gas produced by the accumulation of various earth energy. It was like the miasma in the legend of Middle-earth.

In those old school legendary novels, it seems that this kind of thing appears often, and it is often related to cults in southern Xinjiang. Unexpectedly, Master Wen Dashi actually saw it.

His figure flashed a few times and then chased after him. This time he must kill all the people and not let the disaster go.
Chapter completed!