Chapter 270: Cut the fog

Along with the dingdong sound, related information also came into Zhou Kai's mind.
　　Assimilation, it is said that it is supernatural power, not supernatural power, but a kind of natural ability.
　　 This ability comes from the fog race.
　　 Yes, the fog in front of me is an alien race from outside the territory. It is a whole and countless independent bodies merge together.
　　 The ability of this alien race is the power of assimilation, fusion, and all living things can be merged into oneself, and then more fog is born, which has the meaning of swallowing evolution.
　　 That is to say, the United Nations, including the opponents that the Japanese spiritual circles have been looking for, is right in front of them, but they don't know.
　　 Waiting for the ding-dong sound to stop, a suction suddenly appeared in Zhou Kai's hand.
　　 This power swept the mist and poured into the palm.
　　 The fog began to roll, and there was no response, but as more and more fog was caught by Zhou Kai, other fog was found to be wrong, and he hurriedly avoided Zhou Kai's side.
　　 For an instant, where Zhou Kai's hand touched, the fog quickly receded, and then an open space with a radius of ten meters was formed.
　　 Seeing this scene, Miao Wushuang and the people in the relevant departments were a little dumbfounded.
what's the situation? This fog? Avoided it yourself?
　　 Zhou Kai retracted his hand, and there was a thick mist in his palm, which looked like a small white ball.
　　 Zhou Kai picked it up and took a bite.
　　 The mist trembled, trying to escape, but couldn't leave at all.
　　 The mist that was bitten by Zhou Kai, the entrance felt like eating snow, it was biting, but there was no air-conditioning, and there was no smell.
　　 "How do you eat this?!" Miao Wushuang was taken aback and hurriedly asked.
　　 Zhou Kai smiled and said, "Can't you eat it?"
　　 Miao Wushuang couldn't refute, but looked at Zhou Kai with a dazed expression.
　　 "It's just a little bit weaker. If you add some sugar, it might be more delicious." Zhou Kai grinned, then stuffed another ball into his mouth and chewed.
　　While eating, Zhou Kai looked towards the fog.
　　 also seemed to be frightened, the mist was surging and went back a hundred meters.
　　 The anomaly on this side quickly attracted the attention of other people. Come and check it out.
　　 Zhou Kai said: "Okay, I have a basic understanding of the situation. Let's go and wait for the little devil to come. If they are interested, I will help. If they are not, then I have other arrangements."
　　 After finishing speaking, Zhou Kai walked away, leaving behind the people who gathered, confused and talking.
　　 Under the arrangement of relevant departments, Zhou Kai stayed and rested and waited silently.
　　 But I haven't waited until the people from the Wa country come to contact me.
　　 The fog that had been quiet for a few days suddenly changed.
　　 In the mist, many mists came out.
　　 These mists are magical, fog people, fog beasts, fog cars, fog houses, fog knives, all kinds, almost simulating everything that can exist in the world.
　　 These mists came out of the fog and began to attack the surrounding area. They supernormally exert the power of simulants.
　　 Fog people can pick up a cart and throw it far away.
　　 Fog Beasts can crash through walls.
　　 The fog car ran into a rampage.
　　 There is also a fog knife, one cut, there is no continuous cutting.
　　 After a short period of loss and panic, the United Nations and the Japanese religious circles resisted.
　　 But then, an even more stunned attack appeared in the mist.
　　 Countless fog bullets and shells exploded over there.
　　 Two more foggy nuclear bombs soared into the sky, and then landed on two small cities, exploded, and directly destroyed the small cities, causing countless casualties.
　　 This kind of counterattack made everyone dumbfounded.
　　 This mist is too abnormal.
　　 General magical attacks are ineffective against them, and human weapon attacks are simulated by them, and they are returned.
　　 After the counterattack was invalid, the UN began to retreat directly.
The purpose of 　　 is to stop, not to die.
　　Since it can't stop it, it is natural to retreat first, and then discuss.
　　Wo Kingdom Cultivation World and ordinary people can only cry and beg, but they can do nothing.
　　 Zhou Kai watched the fog's counterattack.
　　 Even he caught a flying fog ball. After taking it, the fog ball carried a terrible impact. With this kind of force, ordinary people would lose half their lives without dying.
　　 But after Zhou Kai caught it, he took a bite and the fog ball exploded in an instant.
　　 Immediately, there seemed to be an induction, more mist locked Zhou Kai and covered it.
　　 Zhou Kai smiled, turned around and ran.
　　 There is no benefit, make a woolen thread.
　　While retreating, Zhou Kai took out his mobile phone and contacted Miao Wushuang: "Send a message to the practitioners of the country, Hundred Ghosts at Night, in exchange for blocking this invasion attack."
　　 Miao Wushuang was speechless: "Aren't you taking advantage of the fire to rob?"
　　 Zhou Kai said indifferently: "I am treating the person in the same way as a human being. You just pass it on, don't you say anything."
　　 Miao Wushuang was silent.
　　 In less than a minute, Miao Wushuang sent a message, and the Japanese practice community agreed.
　　 Hearing the news, Zhou Kai, who was flying a kite with an unknown amount of mist, stopped all of a sudden and said with a smile: "It has been like this before, and there is no such thing as the present. I will never see the coffin without crying."
　　 Talking, Zhou Kai turned around, looked at the densely covered mist, grinned and said, "Is it assimilation? I am also an expert in China, and see whose assimilation is better."
　　 As he said, Zhou Kai raised the knife, not retreating but advancing, and the dense, countless fog was opposed.
　　The magical sword is sharp, and the eight-style mad warfare is even more a group of swordsmanship. The increasingly refined sword technique, wielding the magical sword, only saw a stream of light, and then each atomizer collapsed.
　　 The reason why the magic sword is a magic sword is nothing that cannot be cut.
　　 Even these fog without fear of spells.
　　 An atomized car rushed, Zhou Kai collided with a knife, and the car split into two. The figure flew by, passing by a group of atomized people, and the atomized people collapsed.
　　 At the next moment, a ten-story atomized high-rise building fell from the sky and hit Zhou Kai.
　　 But very quickly, a stream of light rushed out from the top of the atomized high-rise building, and then the magic knife buzzed and fell down, and directly split the atomized high-rise building in half.
　　 Far away, countless people watching the battle were stunned.
　　 This person is so domineering and cruel.
　　 Those weird, hard-to-cut mists seemed to be tofu in front of him, without any backhand.
　　 And Miao Wushuang looked at the stars, his face flushed, and he was in estrus.
　　 "This is the man who suits me, this is the man who can conquer me~EbookFREE.me~Good man!"
　　 Killed countless mists continuously, which seemed to be unpleasant. Kai pulled a knife, stepped on the ground, and a vast force counter-shocked, and then savagely collided, bringing up a dusty smoke, but rushing into the mist.
　　 The mist was surging and the noise continued, accompanied by countless buzzing sounds, slowly, the mist suddenly condensed.
　　 The mist with a radius of hundreds of miles, like quicksand, quickly condensed, and then a huge figure emerged.
　　 This figure is several hundred meters high, it is a huge and incredible octopus.
　　 The misty octopus waved hundreds of tentacles of unknown length. When they fell, the ground collapsed, the tall buildings collapsed, and the ground shook the mountains.
　　 All the people watching were panicked, and when they were about to run farther, a sharp light suddenly burst into the sky, directly rushing out of the misty octopus's body, and flying into the sky.
　　 Then, the figure turned over, holding the magic knife, buzzing down.
　　 The magic sword buzzed, spreading a wave of coercion.
Under the pressure, the misty octopus was continuously pressed down and down, until it was only a few meters away, Zhou Kai reached out and grabbed it, and then shook his magic sword, looking at other waves of mist, and roared. :"roll!"
　　 Roll, roll, roll, roll, roll...
The word 　　 is like a sound wave, curling into the fog.
　　 After a moment of silence, the mist surged and retreated quickly. In a moment, the back was invisible to the naked eye.
　　 Surround the audience: "……"