Suddenly, the Holy Maiden of Shura only felt that the world was spinning.

The shroud of the Halo on the Phantom Dream Moon became fragmented.

It was covered with dense cracks.

It's like a spider's web.

It will shatter at any moment.

The holy maiden of Shura slammed down on the stones at the bottom of the heavy water river.

I only felt that the bones of my body were about to break, and my blood was surging, and a mouthful of blood stained the river water around me.

Luckily, the Illusory Dream Moon's Halo Shield persevered.

After shaking violently, it did not break.

Xuan Bingjiao turned his head in the heavy water river, shook his head a few times, and hit his head a little confused.

The big eyes like the pearl of the night showed a hint of annoyance.

Obviously, it didn't expect the Phantom Dream Moon's defenses to be so strong, even he couldn't break through them.

There is some sense of annoyance and anger.

The eyes that looked at the Shura Holy Maiden were full of cruelty.

The holy woman of Shura secretly screamed badly.

Dai frowned, staring at Xuan Bingjiao grimly, not daring to relax for a moment.

In the past, how could the Shura clan put a Xuanbing Jiao in their eyes.

But after tens of thousands of years of degradation, the cultivation methods of the Shura clan are now extremely lacking.

The orthodox cultivation exercises belonging to the Shura clan were even more with the previous generation of Shura kings and after the ancestral temple was frozen.

It never appeared again.

Even the physique of Shura has degraded to the point of weakness, which is simply the sorrow of the Shura clan.

A mere Xuan Bingjiao actually took her, the Holy Maiden of Shura, as a prey.

For a while, the pride and glory of belonging to the Shura clan emerged.

The Holy Maiden of Shura was no longer afraid, and a strong fighting spirit emanated.

At the same time, the seal of the platinum mask broke open, and there was an extra line on it.

The eyes of the Shura Holy Maiden were like knives, deeply engraved on Xuan Bingjiao's body.

Her spiritual power was also replenishing rapidly.

The Phantom Dream Moon is held in the hands of the Shura Holy Maiden, ready to fight at any time.

Xuan Bingjiao was completely enraged by the actions of the Shura Holy Maiden.

Roar.

Set off countless water waves.

Shoot out towards the Shura Holy Maiden.

The Holy Maiden of Shura brazenly faced the battle.

The Shura clan only died in battle, and did not retreat.

Standing on the top of the mountain, Jia Luo Mingxiao and other Shura people were full of sorrow.

Looking at the scene of the battle between the Heavy Water River Shura Holy Maiden and the Xuanbing Jiao.

All of them left tears of sorrow.

The Holy Maiden fought for them.

What kind of existence the Xuan Bing Jiao is in the icy region, the Shura people are very clear.

But there was no way to do it.

With the arrival of Xuan Bingjiao.

They can't even get close to the banks of heavy rivers.

How to help the Holy Maiden fight against the Xuanbing Jiao?

"Patriarch, let's go and help the Holy Maiden, if this continues, the Holy Maiden will die!"

A single horn Shura wept bitterly and asked for war.

Several more Shura people fell to their knees and begged Gara Mingxiao to let them save the Shura Holy Maiden.

Why didn't Jia Luo Mingxiao want to save the holy daughter of Shura?

But their strength is too weak, let alone to save the Shura Holy Maiden, I'm afraid that as soon as they get closer, they will be frozen into ice sculptures by the cold.

"No, you can only send you to death, the Holy Maiden has told me that you must protect the last bloodline of our Shura clan, no matter what, I will complete the last entrustment of the Holy Maiden. ”

Jia Luo Mingxiao also burst into tears, but he always stood in front of everyone.

There were seven or eight Shura tribesmen in total, all of whom were blocked by him in front of the mountains.

In the clan land, there are still some old and young women and children, and most of the young and middle-aged people of the Shura tribe have come out.

The importance of King Shura, for them, is too important.

In the same way, the importance of the saints of Shura is also very important.

As long as the Shura King and the Shura Holy Maiden are still there, the Shura clan will always exist and have a glorious rise.

"But the Holy Maiden..."

A teenager of the Shura tribe who looked to be only in his teens stubbornly wanted to rush out.

was grabbed by Jia Luo Mingxiao and pulled back.

"This is the choice of the Holy Maiden, let's respect the choice of the Holy Maiden, if the Holy Maiden can bring back the Shura King, then there is still hope for our Shura clan, otherwise... Let's pray for King Shura and the Holy Maiden, hoping that the god Shura will bless them. ”

As he spoke, Jia Luo Mingxiao bowed down in the direction of the heavy water river.

There are words in the mouth.

Seeing this, the other Shura men also knelt down and prayed for the holy woman and the Shura King with Jia Luo Mingxiao.

In the Shura tribe's land, the old and young women and children left behind and a few young adults seemed to feel the prayers of Jia Luo Mingxiao and others.

They all walked out of the stone house, knelt on the ground, and recited the same prayers and sacrifices as Garo Mingxiao.

After receiving the prayers of the Shura people, the situation of the Shura Holy Maiden was precarious.

Her animal skin robe was in tatters.

Revealing snow-white skin.

One of the Phantom Dream Moons was knocked out by the Xuan Bing Jiao and fell to the ground not far away.

The Holy Maiden of Shura fell to her knees on one knee and spat out a mouthful of blood again.

The face under the white gold mask is as pale as paper.

Neither the Platinum Mask nor the Phantom Dream Moon could play a role in the hands of the Shura Holy Maiden.

Now her strength is only equivalent to the Yuan General Realm.

How can he fight against the Xuanbing Jiao, which is equivalent to the half-step Yuan King Realm?

With the assistance of the Phantom Dream Moon and the Platinum Mask, the Shura Holy Maiden still has a certain threat to Xuan Bingjiao.

The scales on Xuan Bingjiao's body were knocked off several times, although they did not hurt their muscles and bones, they completely angered Xuan Bingjiao.

"Roar!"

After a roar, Xuan Bingjiao once again spat out a stream of icy cold qi and shot towards the Shura Holy Maiden.

At this time, Leng Ao, who was cultivating in the eye of the cold storm, suddenly felt a strange power surging into his soul.

warm, and his soul has improved a lot at once.

Even his cultivation had been raised to the six-star Yuan Spirit Realm in an instant.

Although there was still no trace of vitality in his body, the sudden rise in the realm of improvement still caught him off guard.

Leng Ao suddenly opened his eyes.

There was a sudden shock all over the body, and the gravity stacked on the body seemed to be much smaller.

At least not as strongly as it used to be.

It won't be difficult.

He felt that in addition to the improvement of the cultivation realm, just after cultivating for a while, the physical cultivation realm had also improved somewhat.

The Ancient Alchemy has entered the middle stage of the third layer.

As a result of absorbing the cold qi gushing out of the icy area, Leng Ao felt that the aura in his body seemed to have changed dramatically.

Originally, he devoured the Hell Flame and had a fire attribute physique, but now he couldn't feel any vitality in his body.

On the contrary, among the hundreds of limbs, there was a lot of cold air.

The moment he opened his eyes, Xuan Bingjiao's roar came into his ears.

Leng Ao frowned slightly.

A fierce color flashed, his body shook, and the eye of the cold storm disappeared in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, I saw the Xuan Bing Jiao spewing out an icy breath, freezing the Shura Holy Maiden into an ice sculpture.

Xuan Bingjiao opened his big mouth and was about to devour the Shura Holy Maiden.

"Evil beast!"

Leng Ao snorted.

The shadow erupted to the extreme.

raised his fist and smashed it into Xuan Bingjiao's big mouth.