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1581 Black Mist 1

"Ah! Help, boss!"

These minions are fifth-grade immortals, but at this moment they are like dust in the wind, and they have no right to control themselves at all. They can only do their best to make a call for help

It’s just a pity that their boss, Lao Wang, had his mind blank at this time. The scene in front of him was completely beyond his understanding. Even a high-level immortal wanted to deal with so many fifth-grade immortals at once, it wouldn’t be so light-hearted, right?

Lao Wang looked at Ye Yaorao again with fear, and at the same time his steps began to slowly move backwards. Lao Wang was ready to escape.

Ye Yaorao was standing there like a ok person. The gust of wind came and went quickly. Soon Guiyun City returned to its previous calm again, but the dozen or so minions were no longer able to know where they were blown.

Lao Qian could no longer bear such pressure, and turned around and ran away quickly, but let Lao Wang keep rushing his feet, but he never left the place for a long time.

What made Lao Wang even more heartbroken was that not only did he fail to escape, but his body kept retreating!

The scene at this time looked a little weird. Lao Wang kept moving his feet, but his man did not move forward but was moving backward. This simply violated the basic physical laws.

"Now I'll give you another chance. Do you know where the Demon Soul Palace is?"

Ye Yaorao's voice was extremely cold, like the sound of death coming from the Nine Nether Hell. Lao Wang's bald head was covered with sweat, shining under the sunlight.

"Brother, I really don't know! Just spare my life! If I knew, I would tell you, don't kill me!"

Seeing Lao Wang trembling at this moment, Murong Ningyue knew that he would never be able to lie. Ye Yaorao immediately looked disappointed and waved her hand to kill Lao Wang.

But Murong Ningyue suddenly asked: "Then have you ever seen a mysterious person shrouded in black fog?"

As soon as Murong Ningyue finished speaking, Lao Wang hurriedly said, "I have seen this! I have seen this! Are you talking about those Black Mist Lords?"

"Master Black Mist? Tell me everything you know!"

Murong Ningyue also understood at this time. It seemed that Lao Wang had seen the demons in the Demon Soul Palace, but it seemed that he didn't know that those people were from the Demon Soul Palace.

However, this is not surprising. Only the people in the Immortal World can vaguely know some news about the Demon Soul Palace. With the cultivation level of this old king, he is indeed not qualified to know.

Lao Wang finally saved his life, but he did not dare to neglect at this time. He said anxiously like a bean pouring down: "Those Black Mist Lords will appear in Guiyun City every once in a while to inquire about the news about the fairy world from us."

Murong Ningyue was surprised when she heard this: "Inquiring about the news from the Immortal World? Don't they ask themselves? Why do you ask? The skills of you three-legged cats are much worse than theirs!"

Lao Wang's face suddenly turned red after Murong Ningyue said this, but he thought that Pi Mao quickly returned to normal and said, "I see those Black Mist Lords seem to be guarding something, and they can't leave, but their temper is really big. Last time, one of my brothers just spoke louder and they killed them."
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