"The power of these divine mists seems to be greater than before." The face of Xuanguang Daojun not only did there be no joy, but it even became heavier.

Pu Ruyu’s jade ruler in Daojun’s hand and Qingti’s grass are also constantly killing those ropes that look like long snakes.

But they killed quickly, and the fog was generated faster. In just a quarter of an hour, all around them were densely packed with rope-like tentacles.

After cutting off hundreds of wrists and feet, Puru Daojun waved the long sword in his hand to form a sword wall, and said in a deep voice: "This is just the beginning. We are going to enter the Penglai Immortal Palace, but we don't know what we are going to encounter."

"Hmph, the damn Mitian Divine Mist. If this kind of thing wasn't too weird, it could actually corrupt our Dao Realm, so how could it be so troublesome!"

The green grass in Qingti Daojun's hand turned into thousands of grass swords, instantly cutting off tentacles that ranged from a thousand feet in radius, and his words were filled with unwillingness.

Both Puru Daojun and Xuanguang Daojun were silent. Obviously, they agreed with Qingti Daojun's words.

If it weren't for this damn Mitian Divine Mist, how could they have done so hard?

"Although the Mitian Divine Mist corrodes the Dao Domain, it poses a great threat to us, but also, if there is no Mitian Divine Mist, the opportunity of the Penglai Immortal Palace will not fall into the hands of our brothers."

Pu Ru Daojun waved the jade ruler in his hand and slapped thousands of tentacles into pieces.

"Brother Dao is right. If it weren't for these sacred fogs, the Penglai Immortal Palace would not have given us the opportunity."

When Mr. Xuanguang said this, a look of fear appeared on his face and said, "I just want to hope that we can go smoothly this time, but don't encounter the Nine-Day Fog Ball, otherwise there will be trouble."

"If I hadn't encountered the Nine Heavens Fog Ba, there wouldn't be only the three of us today." Qingti Daojun said lightly.

The three of them stopped talking. Although Fang Ling was by their side, he couldn't hear what they were saying at this time.

He could feel three people talking, but he couldn't feel what the three people were talking about.

Obviously, the three of them were on guard against him.

However, through the battle between the three Taoist lords and those tentacles, Fang Ling felt the fear of the three Taoist lords for those tentacles.

Although the tentacles have not caused any damage to the three Taoist lords, judging from the fact that the three Taoist lords are becoming increasingly difficult to deal with these tentacles, these tentacles and other things seem to contain strange power.

His magic power is constantly recovering, but in his heart, Fang Ling is unwilling to let his magic power recover too quickly.

But he didn't dare to act too slowly, so after the three of them held on for a quarter of an hour, they opened their eyes.

Puru Daojun's attention was always on Fang Ling. After seeing Fang Ling open his eyes, he said in a deep voice: "My friend Ling has recovered. Let's quickly clean up the evils around us, and then hurry up."

Puru Daojun's words had just fallen. The dazzling Daojun's long sword and the green grass in Daojun's hand burst out with a thousand feet of light at the same time.

The light flashed, and countless tentacles turned into fog in the void.

At this moment, Fang Ling also held the Mingwang Sword again and activated the Dharma body. The third eye of the Dharma body once again burst out with golden light.

Under the golden light, not only did the fog begin to dissipate, but even the immortal palace, which had no trace, was once again exposed to everyone.

"Go away!" As Puru Daojun spoke, he quickly walked forward.

Because of the golden light, all the next itinerary became silent around them, and the Immortal Palace became closer and closer.

But after walking for a while, Fang Ling appropriately put away his Dharma body again. After all, it took too much magic power to activate the Dharma body.

Just like the last time, the three Taoist lords threw over a good pill without any hesitation.

But the difference is that when the fog is shrouded in, it is no longer the tentacles that appear, but monsters that have turned into fish-body and human-headed people.

These monsters held weapons and rushed towards the three Taoist kings. Although these monsters did not seem to have any consciousness, they were condensed by fog, so they seemed endless.

When facing these monsters, the three Taoist lords were not as relaxed as before. Sometimes, killing a monster requires several methods.

But the three Taoist lords are Taoist lords after all. Although they do not have the Taoist realm, the monsters born in the fog are still unable to do anything to them.

After Fang Ling recovered his mana, these monsters with human heads and fish bodies disappeared into the fog again.

"Boy Ling, you must recover this time. Next, we will enter the black divine mist. You must remember that once you feel that your magic power is insufficient, tell us immediately."

"You must never hold on, let alone let your body come into contact with the Mitian Divine Mist."

"The black divine mist contains a kind of Taoist poison. As long as you have a cultivation level like that, you will immediately lose your soul."

Puru Daojun looked at Fang Ling in a deep voice when Fang Ling activated his Dharma body again.

In the black divine mist, Fang Ling looked at Pu Ru Daojun's serious look and nodded solemnly.

After traveling more than thirty miles, the miraculous divine fog in front of Fang Ling began to turn black. The golden light emitted from the Mingwang sword technique seemed to fall on a layer of glue when it fell on the black divine fog. Although it could be separated, it was much more difficult at this time.

In the past, if Fang Ling could support him for a quarter of an hour after he recovered his mana, now he can only support him for half a quarter of an hour.

"Restore magic power quickly." Fang Ling naturally would not be polite to Pu Ru Daojun and others. When he found that his magic power was about to be unable to support it, he immediately took back his Dharma body. Pu Ru Daojun's spiritual medicine was like he didn't have any money and threw it over directly.

These spiritual medicines are rare things that can not only enhance mana, but also increase strength.

Although it was only for a moment that it only showed the recovery of Fang Ling's magic power, the medicinal effects that could not be exerted for a while were indeed accumulated on Fang Ling.

When Fang Ling practices in the future, he will achieve twice the result with half the effort.

"Brother Dao, be careful!" Just as Fang Ling closed his eyes, the black mist had already covered Puru Daojun and the other two.

A black light stabbed towards Puru Daojun's back.

The black light was very fast, but it was not as fast as Pu Ru Daojun. As Pu Ru Daojun's jade ruler was slapped, the black light instantly shattered.

At the same time, the owner of the black light also collapsed. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!