In a moment, the giant banners on the eight high platforms trembled at the same time, the banners fluttered in the wind, and the entire magic circle began to hum.

At the same time, colorful spiritual threads appeared near the magic circle, and in a flash they turned into wisps of light, sweeping towards the eight giant banners.

The giant banner was flashing with spiritual light, and it emitted thousands of rays of light. Waves of astonishing spiritual pressure emanated from it.

Immediately, various parts of the magic circle began to light up one by one, and runes popped out from it one after another.

Ye Ming, who was at the center of the magic circle, had a slightly changed expression. He could clearly feel the terrifying power contained in these runes. If they all exploded, he would be seriously injured if not killed.

Yuan Yao, who was outside the magic circle, also changed her expression, and a hint of worry flashed across her eyes as she looked at Ye Ming.

At this moment, Qing Yuanzi shouted softly. The eight giant banners swung suddenly, and eight bowl-thick beams of light shot out from the banners at the same time, disappearing into the sky in a flash.

The next moment, bursts of white light flashed near the white mark in the air, and the entire white mark became several times clearer than before.

Upon seeing this, Qing Yuanzi shook his sleeve into the air.

There was a buzzing sound above the magic circle, and then a dazzling green light burst out, and a green light sword several feet long emerged.

"Kill!" Qing Yuanzi shouted expressionlessly, stretched out two fingers and pointed at Bai Hen slightly.

The green lightsaber instantly stood up and slashed fiercely at the void where the white mark was in the air.

As soon as the lightsaber left the magic circle, a buzzing sound suddenly appeared in the air nearby, and the air became tight, as if all the vitality of the nearby heaven and earth had been sucked away by the sword.

At this moment, the blue lightsaber suddenly grew countless times in size, covering most of the sky like a divine weapon.

With a "swish" sound, the tearing sound resounded throughout the sky, and the giant green sword cut through the white mark in an instant.

A long, dark crack appeared in the white mark.

Qing Yuanzi waved his hand and the giant sword suddenly disintegrated and disappeared.

At the same time, eight huge runes appeared near the black crack, shining with golden light and rotating continuously.

Ye Ming only felt the air around him tighten, and then the runes in the magic circle under his feet floated towards him at the same time.

Just as he was curious, the rune suddenly turned into colorful rays of light and swirled around him rapidly.

Then I felt my surroundings become a little blurry and my whole body started to spin.

Ye Ming only had time to take a quick look at Yuan Yaoyanli before he was enveloped by a five-colored beam of light that burst out from a magic circle, and disappeared in a flash into the black crack.

After a strange scream, the light of the entire magic circle dimmed and stopped working. Ye Ming on it had disappeared without a trace.

The black crack in the sky has gradually closed up at this moment, turning into a white mark again and gradually becoming blurred.

Yuan Yao looked at the scene in front of her, a flash of worry passed through her eyes, and then she became determined again.

"Let's go! Fellow Daoist Ye has been teleported out and should be somewhere in the Feiling Clan now."

Qing Yuanzi waved his sleeves, and the flags on the eight high platforms trembled, then flew back and were collected into his sleeves.

After a while, the three of them left the place.

……

At the same time, in the pitch-black fog, it was extremely quiet, and not a single sound could be heard. Suddenly, there was a "sizzling" sound from high in the fog, like a tearing cloth, and then a white space crack suddenly appeared.

A colorful light flashed, and a figure in white fell out from inside.

As soon as the figure fell into the black fog, a layer of gray appeared on the surface of the body, and then it hovered and tried to stand in the air.

As a result, the nearby fog rolled towards him, causing his body, which had dispersed its light of escape, to fall down. With a "bang", he landed on the gray-black ground.

"No-fly ban!" a figure exclaimed. The man was dressed in white, about thirty years old, with a slightly frowned brow. It was Ye Ming who had just left the Styx.

"This can't be the black fog in the Black Hidden Mountain!" Ye Ming looked around and found himself in the black fog. He felt an extremely strong yin energy. Coupled with this no-fly ban, it was most likely this was the case.

In order to verify his guess, Ye Ming twisted his fingers, a white light flashed in his hand, and a several-inch long spiritual herb appeared in his hand.

With a wave of his hand, the grass immediately flew out from the sunset glow.

The result was an astonishing situation!

The moment the spiritual grass came into contact with the black mist, it suddenly withered and turned yellow. After falling to the ground, it turned into a pile of ashes and disappeared without a trace.

"It is indeed the black fog!" Ye Ming murmured.

Suddenly, he raised his head and looked upward.

He saw in the blurry sky that the space crack that spit him out had closed into a thin crack, and the moment he looked over, it finally disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

However, at this moment, Ye Ming discovered that in the instant when the space crack disappeared, wisps of black gas leaked out from it, and then dissolved into the black fog here, and could no longer be distinguished from each other.

"Could it be that all the fog in here is leaking out from various space cracks?" Ye Ming muttered to himself.

Then he shook his head. This matter couldn't be so simple. However, there was no need to delve into this matter. It was better to leave this place first. In the depths of the black fog, there was a nine-headed bird corpse. There was no need to conflict with it now.

Then a blue light flashed in his eyes and he activated his spiritual eyes. After looking around, he chose a direction and walked quickly towards it.

After several hours, Ye Ming finally got out of the black fog and saw the familiar green peaks of Heiyin Mountain and the sea far away again.

With his eyes slightly closed, he released a huge divine consciousness, and in an instant he scanned an area of ​​thousands of miles in radius.

Then, Ye Ming jumped up and turned into a golden rainbow, flying towards the Feiling tribe.

……

More than ten thousand miles away from the holy city of the Tianpeng clan, a golden light quickly crossed the sky and soon reached the top of a giant peak.

After circling for a while, the light faded and a slender girl with ordinary looks and golden wings on her back appeared. She was Jin Yue, the great elder of the Tianpeng clan!
After the woman appeared, she immediately saw a young man in white standing with his hands behind his back on a huge rock on the top of the mountain.

"Ye Ming, why is it you? Aren't you trapped in the abyss?" Jin Yue exclaimed in surprise when she saw the appearance of the young man in white.

But she suddenly showed an expression as if she had seen a ghost, and shouted sternly: "No, your cultivation level is high-level spiritual commander, you are not Ye Ming! Tell me, who are you?"

The woman was so shocked by what she saw that she became incoherent. A month or two ago, she was still in the late stage of Spirit Transformation, but now her cultivation had suddenly risen to a whole new level, and there was no sign of her being possessed by another spirit.

Ye Ming calmly bowed to Jin Yue and said, "Fellow Daoist Jin Yue, I am Ye Ming! I am sorry to have frightened you when we first met."

After he came to the Tianpeng Clan from the Black Hidden Mountain, he sneaked in and quietly sent Jin Yue a message about Kunpeng's true blood, and asked the woman to meet him here. This led to the scene just now.

"Which Ye Ming are you? Don't blame me for being rude if you don't tell me!"

Jin Yue released her spiritual sense again, carefully scanning Ye Ming's body from top to bottom. He was indeed a high-level spiritual commander, and he had a very strong Kunpeng True Saint aura. But the other party said that it was their first meeting, which made her doubtful.

Looking at Jin Yue, whose whole body was shining with golden light, releasing the powerful aura of the late stage of fusion, and who looked ready to take action at any time, Ye Ming smiled calmly:
"Fellow Daoist Jin Yue, there is no need to be angry. It is true that I am Ye Ming. Please listen to my explanation of the details."

"Hmph! If you can't explain it clearly..." Jin Yue stared at Ye Ming for a moment with eyes as sharp as knives, and finally restrained her momentum.

"Haha, the Ye Ming who infiltrated your Tianpeng clan and became the Holy Son is actually an incarnation of me!" Ye Ming said lightly.

"What! How could this happen!" Jin Yue was shocked and angry. He felt that he had been deeply deceived. The golden wings behind him glowed and he could not help but want to take action again.

(End of this chapter)

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