Many places on his body were covered in ice, and in addition to the biting cold, Mingchuan's movements were affected. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

His degree of control over the ghost qi is not yet up to the level of arbitrariness, if he wants to control the ghost qi to resist the cold ice on his body, his hands will lose protection, and he can only drive away the cold ice in key parts according to the situation, so as not to affect his movements too much.

The other party seemed to see Mingchuan's predicament, and his shots were fast and accurate, aiming at most of the joints and other parts.

I saw the man grab his left hand, hold the wrist of Ming Chuan's right hand, and then push it up with his right hand, and a cold air attached to his elbow.

Wrists and elbows were instantly covered in ice, and then the skin under the ice began to turn black, like the corpses of dead children.

Ming Chuan snorted coldly, and said in his heart that although this appearance looked terrifying, it had no actual impact after turning black, and it did not drive the ghost qi, but leaned out his left hand and attacked the other side.

The man turned his head slightly and dodged the attack.

The corners of Ming Chuan's lips hooked, and his left hand was close to the other party's ear, shaking the net bell.

The crisp sound of the bell was like a magic sound piercing the man's brain, causing his face to be as cold as an ice sculpture to show a look of extreme pain for a moment, and the action of the attack also stopped.

Ming Chuan took this opportunity to expel the cold ice at his elbow, and then quickly recondensed the ghost qi on the palm of his hand, and hit the opponent's chest with one palm.

The man took Ming Chuan's palm stiffly, and his body involuntarily took a few steps back before stabilizing his body.

Ming Chuan didn't give the other party a chance to breathe, took out the rune paper from his pocket, rushed up, and put the rune paper on the opponent's abdomen with one palm, shaking the net bell.

The energy impact generated by the explosion of the rune paper caused Ming Chuan to almost be swept away, and he retreated straight until he hit the frozen wall before stopping.

And the condition of the ice sculpture man is even worse than that of Ming Chuan.

After the white smoke cleared, Ming Chuan saw that the clothes on the other party's abdomen were blown to pieces, revealing the skin under the clothes.

The skin is actually more like an ice cube, crystal clear, with a faint blue glow in the light. Due to Ming Chuan's attack just now, the explosion of the rune paper caused several thin cracks in his abdomen, and a few pieces of broken ice fell, fell to the ground, turned into a white smoke, and dissipated without a trace.

Unlike Shadow Lan's dark shadow form and the red void form, this man's body was made entirely of ice.

After transforming from a terrible ghost to a "monster", these "monsters" that have condensed entities have been separated from humans and completely become another kind of creature.

The man glanced down at the wound in his abdomen, and there was no blood-like fluid coming out of the crack, only a faint white smoke coming out of it.

The man seemed to be angry, and although there was no emotional fluctuation on his ice sculpture face, Ming Chuan still keenly sensed his anger from the other party's eyes.

Ming Chuan sneered and said, "Just a little injury makes you unbearable?Can you feel the pain of those children you killed?" After speaking, he didn't wait for the other party's answer, and stepped forward again with the talisman paper in his hand.

The man took a step back and raised his hand to grab Ming Chuan.

Ming Chuan simply stretched out his left arm and faced the other party directly. Sure enough, he was grabbed by the other party's wrist.

At the moment of holding his wrist, the other party suddenly exerted force, and suddenly a sharp pain came from his wrist, the whole palm was numb and unable to move, and as soon as the palm was loosened, the net bell almost fell from the palm.

Ming Chuan knew that his wrist was frozen in the whole place. Not only the surface layer, but also the inside, was completely solidified into ice in an instant, and now as long as the other party increased his strength, he could easily shatter his wrist.

With a cold snort, he ignored his left hand, stared at the other party's eyes tightly, stretched out his right hand and folded the three pieces of rune paper he had prepared together and slapped them on the crack in the opponent's abdomen again, and then with a twist of his right wrist, the net bell disappeared from his left hand and appeared in the palm of his right hand.

The other party obviously didn't expect Ming Chuan to make such a move, and a stunned look appeared on his ice-like condensed face.

Then, the bell rang almost simultaneously with the sound of an explosion.

This time, Mingchuan was directly blown away by the air flow generated by the explosion, and the man hit the wall in mid-air and fell to the ground.

A large piece of his left wrist was shattered, and the muscles solidified into ice fell to the ground, and through the ice, the broken muscles and white bones inside the wound could be clearly seen, and the flesh and blood at the wound quickly turned black, and the shape was very terrifying.

Ming Chuan didn't urge the ghost qi, because he knew that once the ice melted, blood would gush out in large quantities, and he was worried that he would not be able to stop the bleeding for a while.

Fortunately, the scope of the ice was not large, the palm of the hand was still attached to the arm, and the darkening of the skin was limited to the frozen part, and there was no tendency to spread, which made him feel a lot more relieved.

Ming Chuan grinned, and the pain was reduced a lot because of the ice, but he could still endure it.

Looking at the other party again, the state of the ice sculpture man is worse than that of Ming Chuan. A hole was almost blown open in his entire abdomen, and shattered ice fell one after another, causing bursts of white gas to continue to bubble from the ground around him.

The man's face became even more ugly, and his face, which had previously looked like a human being, gradually turned into a texture like an ice cube.

Seeing that the other party had not yet fallen, Ming Chuan squinted his eyes and stood up with his back against the wall, ready to continue the attack.

At this moment, the wound on the man's abdomen took a new shape.

I saw that around the hole that had been blown open, cracks spread rapidly on his ice-like body, like intertwined cobwebs, and soon reached his neck, continuing to extend towards his face.

There was a "creaking" sound in my ears, which sounded the same as the sound made when the ice cracked.

The man raised his head suddenly, and a pair of ice blue eyes met Ming Chuan's gaze, without any emotion, not even the slightest anger and hatred.

Ming Chuan squinted his eyes to meet the other party's gaze and looked at each other.

As the two looked at each other, the man's body collapsed with a bang, turning into a cloud of broken ice, then turning into white gas and drifting into the air, leaving only a tattered black shirt on the ground.

The white smoke lingered in the air above the shirt for a long time, forming a foggy vortex.

Ming Chuan knew that the other party was not dead, so he raised his right hand, which was not injured, and threw the talisman paper towards the white mist.

Before the rune paper could explode, the cloud of smoke spun in the air, and it spun around the room at a very fast speed, rushing out of the door.

"Want to run?!" Ming Chuan's heart fluttered, and he immediately chased after him.

However, the speed of the white mist was extremely fast, and it was not something that could be chased by running alone, and when Ming Chuan rushed to the door, the white mist had already flown to the other end of the corridor, and flew out of the gate after turning a corner.

Mingchuan still wanted to pursue, but heard a slight voice coming from behind.

Ming Chuan stopped and turned to look in the direction where the voice came from, and saw a man lying on the ground, looking unconscious, with an intermittent moan like a dream coming from his mouth. (To be continued.) )