He used his powerful spiritual power to urge the blue orb for a moment, and a large expanse of snowflakes suddenly flew out of the orb, and then they condensed into large ice crystals. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Many ice crystals quickly froze the space around Leng Hong, and after a meal, a hockey ball with a diameter of about a foot condensed, and Leng Hong and the little thunder ape were in the center of the hockey puck.

Click, click, click!

The puck suddenly rolled rapidly, and it turned into a white phantom and rolled quickly towards the desert.

The cold aura emitted by the ice hockey ball caused a layer of frost to form in the surrounding sand.

Many fire-attribute demon insects in the Great Desert seemed to be very afraid of the Xuan Han Qi and dodged one after another.

Leng Hong kept urging the ice ball to advance towards the depths of the great desert, and he soon discovered that although the cold qi had a miraculous effect against the terrifying heat, it had to constantly input powerful spiritual power into the blue orb, and if the ice ball was melted by the terrifying heat, he and the little thunder ape would be roasted into ashes.

In order to urge the blue orb to continuously release the cold qi, the spiritual power in Leng Hong's body was rapidly consuming, and in order to keep the spiritual power in his body abundant, he had to keep taking and refining the best spiritual qi pill.

But this great desert is really vast, and after traveling thousands of miles, Leng Hong couldn't help but panic.

At this rate of spiritual power consumption, even if the hundreds of top-grade spiritual energy pills he carried on his body were all consumed, he might not be able to get out of this great desert.

Suddenly, the puck rolled behind a boulder and then stopped moving.

It turned out that Leng Hong suddenly came up with a vicious idea, he wanted to stay here and ambush other monks passing by, and rob them of the fire-repelling treasures and the best spiritual energy pills.

If Leng Hong aimlessly urges the ice hockey ball forward like this, the supreme aura pill on his body can only last for about another day at most, and then the spiritual power in his body will be exhausted, and then the ice ball will gradually melt, and finally he will be baked into ashes by the terrifying heat.

Leng Hong naturally didn't want to die in this terrifying desert, so he kept looking around from the inside of the ice hockey pucton.

However, the surroundings were quiet, and there was not even a single figure for half a day, so he couldn't help but feel a sense of despair in his heart. His eyes were full of anxiety.

After another half an hour, a huge fireball suddenly flew from thousands of feet away.

With a loud bang, the big fireball bombarded the ice ball in the blink of an eye, instantly shrinking it by a quarter.

Leng Hong shuddered, and quickly turned his head to look there, only to see a dryad standing thousands of feet away behind him, and a fireball was rapidly condensing in its hand.

Click!

Leng Hong hurriedly knocked the ice ball out of a crack, and then a silver lightning bolt was split in his right hand.

Bang!

The silver lightning struck the dryad in a flash, and it immediately screamed, and a third of its body was struck by the lightning and turned into flying ashes, and then immediately flew into the ground.

"There's even a powerful dryad here!" Leng Hong muttered, the color of despair in his eyes even thicker.

The silver lightning that was cast just now consumed one-third of the thunder spirit power in Leng Hong's body in one fell swoop. If there were a few more dryads, he would probably not be able to survive for half a day.

Soon after, Leng Hong was like an ant on a hot pot, his eyes vigilantly looking around, his mind spinning rapidly, and all kinds of thoughts and ideas came rushing to try to come up with a way out of the predicament.

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In the depths of the Great Desert, a thousand-zhang wide canyon blocked an old monk in the middle of the "Immortal Realm" in Beishu Mountain.

Dressed in a Xuanbing armor, he was hesitantly looking at the Grand Canyon in front of him, below which was a river of rolling lava, with only a square stone pillar a foot wide spanning both sides of the canyon.

Looking at the incomparably terrifying and scorching lava flow in the canyon, the old monk frowned, carefully examined the work of a meal around him, and finally gritted his teeth and walked onto the stone pillar that was baked red by the hot flow.

As soon as the old monk stepped on the stone pillar, his face quickly showed a bit of pain, and the heat of this stone pillar was even more terrifying than he had imagined. Even though he was wearing the Xuanbing Treasure Armor and the Xuanbing Treasure Boots on his feet, it was still difficult to resist the scorching heat.

However, the old monk's mind was extremely resolute, and he gritted his teeth and slowly moved forward along the stone pillar, his face still calm.

When he walked nearly six hundred feet on the stone pillar bridge, suddenly a roar came from below the canyon.

The old monk felt that his mind was in a trance, and then his face turned pale and his whole body was drenched in cold sweat.

A raging lava stream surged up from the canyon under a thousand feet, turned into a fire dragon, opened its teeth and claws, and flew to the stone pillar bridge in a blink of an eye.

Yes!

The old monk only had time to let out a scream before he was slapped off the stone pillar bridge by the claw of a hundred-foot-long fire dragon, and then flew into the raging lava flow at the bottom of the canyon.

Boom! Boom!

After three or four breaths, dozens of chains of lava flowed from the bottom of the canyon, and they flashed and shot through the old monk's body, dragging him into the raging lava flow like a wave. In an instant, his figure disappeared without a trace.

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Ten miles on the other side of the canyon, three old monks in the middle of the "Immortal Realm" were fighting in a circle with dozens of fiery fire spirits, and dozens of magic weapon flying swords formed three Hinayana sword formations, turning a world of flying swords into a world of flying swords within a thousand zhang, and there was a terrifying sword light everywhere.

Most of these fire spirits were mid-level fire spirits, and although they were far more numerous than the Terran monks, they were never able to break through the tight defenses of the dozens of magic weapon flying swords in the Hinayana Sword Formation.

These three old monks in the middle of the "Immortal Realm" were extremely experienced, and it didn't take long for them to figure out the true strength of these fire spirits, so they immediately urged dozens of magic weapon flying swords to turn defense into attack.

Whoa!

With the sound of a dense flying sword breaking through the air, five or six fire spirits were killed, and the remaining fire spirits scattered in a hurry.

The three old monks did not take advantage of the victory to chase down these fire spirits, but rushed away as fast as they could.

Although the land in front of us is no longer a desert, it is a land of fire, and from time to time there will be terrifying flames under the ground, and if you are directly hit by them, you will be burned even if you are wearing the Ice Armor.

However, they were like divine help, and they actually rushed out of a hundred miles in a row, avoiding thousands of underground flames one after another.

Occasionally, one or two fire spirits would emerge from beneath the smoky fiery earth and try to sneak up on them.

But they all flashed easily, and immediately the three flying swords immediately slashed them into several pieces.

The three old monks didn't stop to look at the slain fire spirits at all, and immediately continued to rush forward.

Woo!

They had galloped for more than 800 miles, when suddenly an angry roar came from the distance.