Zilong's body floated down and stepped on the ground with his feet. When he looked up, he saw a proud smile on the face of the fifth-level peak king.

"After all, I'm a young man, so easily agitated, haha." Thinking in my mind, the cunning light appeared in the eyes of this fifth-level peak king.

But Zilong moved his finger at him and seduced him:

"Come on, I'm going to the ground, let me see your ability."

"Rampant little devil, look at the move!" With a roar, the source spirit of the fifth-level peak king was released. Its cat-shaped source spirit with a strange green light protected the body. The terrifying power caused the earth to crack. It thrust the rolling dust and the stormy source energy, and rushed towards Zilong!

Seeing this, Zilong's mouth raised slightly, setting off a playful curve, his steps moved back and quickly retreated, and his whole body quickly disappeared into a fog.

Zilong took this fifth-level peak king and moved away from the battle situation a little, and controlled the thick fog to spread more than ten feet around. The thick fog instantly filled the entire battlefield. The fifth-level peak king who rushed towards Zilong suddenly lost his attack target, and his entire person disappeared into the thick fog.

"That boy's source energy fluctuation disappeared!" The eyes of the fifth-level peak king opened to the size of a copper bell, and a storm was stirring up in his heart.

At this time, he was in the thick fog, and he stretched out his hand and couldn't see his five fingers in his eyes. He could not feel the enemy within ten feet of his spiritual sense. How could he be so panicked?

He hurriedly retreated and jumped, trying to get rid of the thick fog, but no matter how he moved, the thick fog also turned with his body, and he could not get rid of the thick fog!

After a moment, this fifth-level peak king had beads of sweat the size of beans on his forehead, and the panic on his face became stronger and stronger.

He knew that this thick fog was transformed by Zhao Cirong's source spirit, but he had never seen such a strange situation. This thick fog not only suppressed his power, speed, source energy, spiritual consciousness, etc., but also in this thick fog, Zhao Cirong's aura was completely hidden.

He couldn't figure it out. Zhao Cirong was obviously in the thick fog, but he could not feel the slightest fluctuation of Zhao Cirong's source energy, and he could not even feel the breath of life in the thick fog.

"Boy, get out of here!" He began to become irritable, and his thick source aura was waving freely, bombarding everywhere, as if he wanted to force Zilong out with a dense attack.

Looking at this scene, Zilong, who was hiding in the thick fog, shook his head and smiled. This fifth-level peak king was much more irritable than he imagined.

Zilong's body floated in the thick fog form of Miyun Yuanling, like a ghost, bombarding all the source energy that the fifth-level king wanted to fire.

There are two forms of Miyunyuan Spirit, one is an ordinary form, like clouds in the sky, and the other is a thick fog form, just like this.

When Zilong is in the thick fog form, his actions will not be affected at all, and the fluctuations in his body will be hidden by the clouds to the greatest extent. Unless they are approaching the target and attacking it, they will be exposed. Otherwise, these enemies in the thick fog form of Miyunyuan Spirit will not be able to sense him with their spiritual sense.

However, the thick fog state of Zilong Miyun Source Spirit is not unsolvable. The crushing source energy, middle and high-level monks with wind attributes, and even perceptual monks with special pupil power can all be solved. Unfortunately, this fifth-level king who is in the thick fog at this time does not have any of them.

Seeing that the violent bombing failed to lure Zilong out, the fifth-level king gradually calmed down while breathing heavily.

"This kid wants to wait until I exhaust my energy and source energy, and then secretly attack me!" After all, this fifth-level peak king was an old monk with some experience, so he quickly calmed down.

He also thought it through. Since he couldn't catch Zhao Cirong on his own initiative, he simply guarded himself against the surroundings and wasted his life with Zhao Cirong. The boy's source spirit was very strange. He pestered him here, so that people in his camp would not be poisoned by this boy.

Moreover, he was sure that Zhao Cirong, who had such a vulgar acquired spirit, would definitely be a lower-class person who could only shoot cold arrows secretly. The ability to fight in close and frontal direction must be very weak.

After deliberating on this, the fifth-level king stood in his original place like an old monk entering a meditation. He took back the source spirit released from the outside to save the source energy, and gathered his spiritual consciousness and source energy within three feet of his body, paying attention to any wind and movements close to him, and guarding against Zhao Cirong's sneak attack hidden in the thick fog.

Seeing the actions of the fifth-level peak king, Zilong smiled slightly, and he had to admit that this man had some ideas. But if he thought it would be safe to stand there and not move, he would underestimate himself too much.

Haven't this person heard of it? The sword is inserted into the sheath just to hide its edge. The flowers are charming in the eyes and the faint fragrance stung people.

Zilong's eyes showed a little sharpness, and when his thoughts moved, a ball of purple air leaked out of his body!

The purple aura condensed, covering the Zilong. In the air, these purple auras gathered together to form, and a vibrant purple dragon spiraled up and suddenly appeared!

It is Zilong's innate source spirit, the purple dragon source spirit.

Zilong deliberately lowered his momentum, and coupled with the protection of the thick fog form of Miyunyuan Spirit, no one except Zilong discovered the existence of the Zilong Spirit.

The fifth-level peak king trapped in the Miyun Source Spirit was still standing leisurely, as if waiting for Zilong to take the initiative to attack him.

Zilong, in the thick fog, took a deep breath. Although he had already been familiar with the Purple Dragon Source Spirit in the secret realm of the Tiangu Taoist, it was his first time to use the Purple Dragon Source Spirit to engage in a real battle.

Zilong moved, and the purple dragon followed, its majestic and huge body swam away in the thick fog. The magnificent purple scales and rough limbs appeared and the dragon's breathed, vaguely sucking the sun and the moon.

The purple dragon passed through the clouds and pointed directly at the peak fifth-level king!

"roar--"

Although Zilong tried his best to suppress it, and although Miyun Yuanyuan Ling tried his best to suppress it, the low whispers from the Zilong Yuanyuan Ling's mouth still spread.

But fortunately, only this fifth-level peak king located in the thick fog could hear it.

Hearing the sound of the dragon roar, his heart suddenly burst, and all the hairs on his body stood up. For a moment, all the source energy and spiritual consciousness that were tightly filled with three feet around his body instantly dissipated!

A stream of oppression from the depths of his soul made his body tremble continuously. The source of his elixir was so scary that he could not draw out a trace of his original true energy.

At this moment, his face was more sallow than earth, and his legs were more shaking than sieve chaff!

He looked in the direction of the pressure, feeling the huge creature in the thick fog was approaching, but his body seemed to be injected with heavy lead and could not move at all. The huge pressure even stopped his breathing.

The next moment, the mighty and fierce purple dragon head broke through the fog, and the purple aura condensed into a sharp edge. Its momentum seemed to be able to penetrate the stars, and its power could flatten the world!

The shocking and rolling energy exploded, and in the huge fluctuations that seemed to destroy the world, the body of this fifth-level peak king instantly turned into powder!

At the last moment before this man was gone, the roaring purple dragon was forever imprinted in his soul. Even if there were three lives and nine lives, this nightmare would cover him, causing him to cry every night, and tears had soaked the bed.

The moment he smashed the peak fifth-level king into powder, Zilong's thoughts were instantly disorganized in the air.

His eyes were full of shock. The power of the Purple Dragon Source Spirit was far beyond his imagination!

He saw with his own eyes that the peak fifth-level king was clearly shaken into powder by the energy fluctuations in the air before the Purple Dragon Source Spirit hit him.

Just the fluctuation is so powerful that Zilong dared not imagine how powerful it would be if the Purple Dragon Source Spirit attack hit all the power.

In panic, Zilong hurriedly took back the purple dragon's source spirit. He stared at his hands blankly, and for the first time he felt how terrible he was.

His innate source spirit was so powerful that it was incredibly powerful that it had subverted his cognition.

"You are different from everyone." Looking at Zilong's stunned appearance, the ghost in the black ring was silent for a long time, sighed lightly and said slowly.

The ghost didn't know what secret was hidden in Zilong's body. It only knew that as the ghost tribe of the Star Sea, it could not withstand the terrifying pressure emitted from the Purple Dragon Source Spirit. This is a kind of oppression from the soul and an insurmountable natural barrier.
Chapter completed!