Chapter 1271 (1/2)

The narrow passage is deep and dark, closed and suffocating.

If people with claustrophobia are allowed to enter this closed channel, they may go crazy and die alive.

But Yang Xuan didn't have such an experience for the first time. Naturally, he didn't feel much.

After moving at a high speed for a long distance, a glimmer of light appeared at the end of the passage, and then it was bright and cheerful.

At the next moment, a dark cloud appeared in front of Yang Xuan.

Yes, it's really a black cloud like catkins. The black paint is black. It's as ugly as a black marshmallow.

But Yang Xuan's eyes had narrowed, because he felt the familiar smell from the black marshmallow.

Counterfeiters.

The smell of black marshmallow is the same as that of the counterfeiter, almost no difference.

The black marshmallow is slowly wriggling. It seems that he doesn't care about Yang Xuan, the rash intruder.

After observing for a long time, Yang Xuan finally condensed his mind into silk and slowly explored the black marshmallow.

100 meters, 10 meters

One meter

Finally, Yang Xuan's mind touched the marshmallow.

At the next moment, the change is steep.

Yang Xuan felt that at the moment when his mind came into contact with the dark cloud, a very cold, damp and cold breath suddenly appeared from the dark cloud, just like worms in the sewer of the dark tide. It was very uncomfortable when he approached it a little.

At this moment, the damp and cold breath was like countless long snakes, twining and clinging to each other. Qi Qi surrounded Yang Xuan's mind and vomited his letter madly.

The feeling of danger hit his whole body. In a moment, Yang Xuan had goose bumps all over his body.

Boom!

Yang Xuan's mind was recovered in an instant. It was like an electric shock, causing layers of ripples.

In the darkness, there seemed to be a sneer. The next moment, the black marshmallow took the initiative to attack, and a thick and thin flocculent mist of a bucket came out of the huge body, stabbing Yang Xuan straight.

Yang Xuan was shocked because he felt the same terrible power as the counterfeiter from the flocculent fog.

This is no longer a pure spiritual force, but a spiritual force mixed with energy. It attacked Yang Xuan from two aspects.

Fortunately, Yang Xuan entered here in his real body this time. If he was just thinking, he would suffer a great loss.

The golden light rises, and the void is shining.

A golden river mixed with golden streams and lightning appeared in the dark, like an iron curtain, blocking in front of the flocculent energy.

Boom!

The sound of tens of billions of times higher than the ordinary sound frequency exploded in Yang Xuan's ears, resulting in the direct explosion of his eardrums and continuous blood flow.

Mu Lingqi climbed up at the first time and played his role against the sky. It took only 0.1 second to repair the injury in his ear.

But even so, Yang Xuan's heart still shook vigorously.

”Is it you?!” he shouted wildly.

The familiar sneer came from the marshmallow. It was the voice of the counterfeiter.

”Yang Xuan, I didn't expect you to find here.”

Boom!

Another flocculent energy mixed with terrorist spirit stabbed Yang xuanmei's heart. The unspeakable sense of oppression made the whole Jizu space tremble.