So far, there are less than ten cultivators who have entered the Arctic Island Ice Palace and left safely, and the names of these people are also well-known figures in the Hongjun Realm, and since then, none of the cultivators who have gone to the Arctic Island Ice Palace have survived. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Up to now, no cultivator has dared to set foot in the Ice Palace of the Arctic Island for hundreds of years, and this result has made the Arctic Island a place of contention for many cultivators, although it is not as good as the life and death of the Ice Palace, but the Arctic Island is as dangerous as ever, except for the extremely cold qi that will appear at any time, there are also residual magic circles all over the place, not to mention

Although it has been a thousand years, the Spirit Source Secret Realm has also been opened a hundred times, but the Arctic Island has also welcomed countless cultivators, but even so, this place is still that mysterious place, full of the breath of death.

In order to cure the poison on Dongfang Yun's body, Zhou Xueyin had no choice but to come to the Arctic Island, which was also his original plan, but this situation was not expected, although the Arctic Island is a fierce place, it is also the place with the best chance to find a panacea, but what Zhou Xueyin did not expect was that as soon as he entered the Arctic Island boundary, he encountered a strong enemy, four monks from Buddhism.

The four monks stared at Zhou Xueyin tightly and didn't dare to relax, they didn't dare to relax in the slightest for this powerful enemy, but perhaps because of this, their eyes showed extraordinary excitement.

Even in the face of a strong enemy, Zhou Xueyin looked at the four monks with a calm face, and asked with some puzzlement: "I don't know how many of them are from that temple, I don't know a few monks, and I have never had a grudge between Lihuo Palace and Buddhism, and a few monks stopped Zhou, I don't know why?"

"Amitabha!" a middle-aged monk led by a middle-aged monk chanting the Buddha's horn came forward and said: "Little monk Wuwei, this is a few of my junior disciples, we are from the Hanging Temple in the extreme north, and today we are just admiring the name of Lord Zhou, and I want to have a discussion." ”

Zhou Xueyin chuckled lightly and said, "You don't want to fight like this, just want to compete with me!"

Wu Wei Yi said very calmly: "If you can leave the lives of Zhou Shizhu and the others today, it will be even more complete." ”

"Senior brother still said something to them, these bald donkeys obviously have bad intentions, just kill them. Dongfang Yun, who was pale, couldn't listen anymore and said angrily.

Zhou Xueyin shook his head, the junior sister is still a fiery character, in her eyes, her senior brother is almost omnipotent, but how can a few monks from the Hanging Temple be so easy to kill, there is a big mountain behind them!

Wu Wei didn't seem to hear Dongfang Yun's words at all, he still had a smile on his face, while the other three younger monks looked at Dongfang Yun with angry eyes one by one, and the big stick in his hand was also clenched tightly, and the green tendons on the back of his hand were all bursting high.

"Now that there are demon cultivators in the spiritual source secret realm, I don't know if the senior monks have ever known about it, as a human race, we should abandon all previous suspicions and fight against the demon race together, besides, there is no so-called hatred between you and me!" Zhou Xueyu thought for a while and said again, in his heart he still didn't want to fight with a few monks.

Zhou Xueyin took out a ribbon from his arms and tied Dongfang Yun behind him tightly around his waist, although he said politely, he was still ready to fight.

Wuwei smiled silently, waved a gesture, and the three monks behind him had already rushed over at the same time, each shaking the big stick in his hand, and directly smashing it down with his head and face.