Master Qi, whose brain and legs had different ideas, was now shaking like a sieve.
Especially after seeing the miserable state of the person in his arms up close, Master Qi screamed “Ahhhh” repeatedly and almost peed his pants with fright.
The person in his arms was a young boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old. He rushed forward with the courage of a newborn calf that is not afraid of a tiger. However, before he could even raise the iron catenary in his hand, the evil spirit grabbed his neck.
At this time, the boy's entire neck had turned dark blue and was expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye, like over-fermented dough in the summer. In just a blink of an eye, his neck had swelled up to be thicker than his head.
But the expansion did not stop. The skin had been stretched into a transparent, thin layer, as thin as a cicada's wing, which could be blown apart by a breath.
When had Master Qi ever experienced such a strange and terrifying thing? The fact that he didn't throw the young man to the ground and run away for his life had already exhausted all the courage he had in his life.
He held the boy's arm and asked with trembling lips, "Shuan Shuan Shuanzi! What's wrong with you?" When there was no response, he quickly turned around and yelled at Shen Qiqi, "Fairy! Fairy, help me—Ah!"
The first "ah" was full of panic, but when the second "ah" came out, it turned directly into horror. Shen Qiqi subconsciously turned her head to look back, and her pupils shrank in shock.
Master Qi's head and face were covered in blood, with bloody scraps of flesh hanging from the tip of his nose and hair.
The young man named Shuanzi, whom he was supporting, had lost his entire neck and head.
Shen Qiqi immediately understood where the blood stains on his head and face came from, and her heart sank.
The black mist on the evil spirit is poisonous and will explode if it touches it!
But Xie Beiming had been bound by the black fog before, and the black fog was not poisonous at that time. Why is it suddenly poisonous now?
From the time when the evil spirit wrapped around the boy's neck, to when she rescued him, to now when he turned into a headless corpse, it took only seven or eight breaths at most!
She had never seen such a ferocious poison before!
As if in protest, three more people had their heads blown off.
Moreover, they are all monks with some cultivation experience.
Shen Qiqi quickly reminded everyone: "The black mist on that thing is poisonous. It will explode if it touches you. Everyone, be careful and don't let your body come into contact with the black mist!"
Before she finished her words, she heard a few bangs and two more monks fell down.
Suddenly, six headless corpses appeared on the ground.
Now, not to mention Mr. Qi and other common people, even the monks who came to exorcise the evil spirit were frightened and turned pale - they could neither resist with swords nor let the thing touch their bodies, so how could they fight it!
What made them feel even more desperate was that the black fog was still growing stronger, and it was almost rolling over the entire ruins!
And in the moment when everyone was stunned, another monk had his arm blown off - to be exact, half of his body was blown off. Although he was not dead yet, he was in great pain and wailed continuously. His intestines flowed out of his body and piled up in a large pool at his feet.
Perhaps he couldn't bear the pain any more. After trying to stuff his intestines back into his body to no avail, he looked at everyone for help: "Kill me! Kill me now! I beg you, someone please kill me!"
But above that person's head were two thick black arms coiled, staring at everyone with a fierce look, as if ready to attack anyone who dared to come up.
Who would dare to rush forward without risking his life at this time!
The monks swallowed in panic.
At this moment, a deafening tiger roar suddenly sounded.
And the sound was right above their heads!
Everyone subconsciously looked up and couldn't help but gasp.
Suddenly, a huge tiger appeared above their heads!
Its fur is as pure as snow, its four large hooves are like palm-leaf fans, its upper and lower conical fangs are like two rows of sharp saw teeth, and its pair of copper bell-like tiger eyes are shining with golden light.
It was the golden-eyed white tiger.
The black arm seemed to be very afraid of the white tiger. Seeing it come out, it subconsciously shrank back. Shen Qiqi and Xie Beiming looked at each other and immediately flew over.
The two of them, one above and one below, moved forward side by side.
The Fire Spirit Sword in Shen Qiqi's hand rushed towards the two black arms.
Xie Beiming pursed his lips and stabbed the man's heart with the Zhuxie sword in his hand.
After killing him with one quick and decisive sword move, he immediately looked upwards and saw that Shen Qiqi had defeated the two black arms. Xie Beiming's expression then eased slightly.
Shen Qiqi also breathed a sigh of relief.
Ordinary swords could not do anything to these black mists, but they were afraid of the Fire Spirit Sword in her hand.
But that was before.
The black fog was now obviously stronger than before, and she was really worried that the Fire Spirit Sword in her hand would lose its offensive power against it.
Fortunately not.
But before Shen Qiqi could breathe a sigh of relief, the black mist seemed to be enraged after having its two arms cut off. Although there was no roar or roar, the black mist that was just hovering above the ruins suddenly dispersed in all directions and differentiated into countless thin black arms, hanging above everyone's heads like a bead curtain.
Everyone's faces changed drastically, and they subconsciously wanted to swing their swords to chop.
They completely forgot Xie Beiming's previous reminder to them.
Shen Qiqi and Xie Beiming's expressions changed when they saw this, and they quickly stopped them, saying, "You can't use swords! Your swords can't harm these things, they will only help them spawn more individuals!"
"What should we do? Are we just going to sit there and wait for death?"
Someone shouted in despair.
He roared out all the panic in the crowd at once.
"Save others before saving yourself. We are now in a difficult situation. Rather than dying here in vain, it is better to retreat and call for help!"
"Yes, yes, let's go get some help!"
"Hurry up, hurry up!"
Before the people of Furong Town retreated, a group of monks fled with swords in hand.
But how could those black arms let them go?
Chase after him immediately.
Shen Qiqi originally wanted them to retreat first, but she didn't expect that before she opened her mouth to persuade them, these people started to flee first.
Moreover, they completely disregarded the lives of the people and actually stepped on their bodies to escape.
Seeing that more and more people were being trampled under their feet and used as stepping stones, Shen Qiqi was very angry and looked at Xie Beiming hurriedly. The latter understood what she meant without her saying anything.
The two men turned and leaped towards the panicked crowd, one of them erected a barrier net above their heads to prevent the black fog from attacking the crowd.
One of them stood on the barrier, holding the Fire Spirit Sword in his hand as fast as the wind, constantly slashing at those black arms.
The white tiger walked directly through the black fog, and its four large hooves like palm-leaf fans clapped their hands.
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