Just when Luan Tian was about to sacrifice the Chaos Bell and make a last stand, a terrible hiss sounded among the mountains, and everyone followed the sound together. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The cry came from the mouth of the nine-tailed spirit fox phantom. At this time, it was hit in the chest by the black ball of the masked old man, and after letting out a scream, the phantom slowly dissipated.

Although the nine-tailed spirit fox is an ancient powerhouse, after all, this place is just a phantom formed by a wisp of its divine soul. At first, it was able to suppress the lifeless, but the time for it to manifest was limited, and it slowly showed signs of dissipation.

The cunning of the old treacherous who has no support soon discovered this. So, he began to grind slowly, and finally saw an opportunity, and the black ball burst out, hitting the nine-tailed spirit fox phantom. The black mist instantly erupted in the body of the Nine-Tailed Spirit Fox Phantom, gradually devouring it.

The nine-tailed spirit fox phantom slowly faded away, and finally, it turned its head to look at the people in the ground tribe, and there seemed to be unwillingness in its eyes, but it was powerless to return to the sky.

For the Spirit Fox Department, the demise of the Nine-Tailed Spirit Fox Phantom was tantamount to pronouncing their death sentence, and the situation took a turn for the worse.

The Nine-Tailed Spirit Fox and the Unsupported Soul are the strongest in the two camps, and now that there is no Nine-Tailed Spirit Fox Phantom, no one on the Spirit Fox Clan's side can block the blow of the Unsupported Cave Void Realm.

Seeing this scene, the python let out a smug sneer, and the long whip swung out, rolling towards the already scarred Saint Grandma.

The python clan and others were excited, followed by the chatter, and the hungry wolf pounced on the Linghu clan.

After killing the nine-tailed spirit fox phantom, Wu Zhi laughed wildly, raised his right hand, and the wind and thunder sounded in his palm, and he slapped it towards the spirit fox tribe on the ground with one palm.

The momentum of this palm covered everything, and the Spirit Fox Division, which had lost the Great Array of Protectors, shattered into powder under this blow.

All the houses, the Linghu people, the ancestral hall, everything... Under this palm, the ashes disappeared and was slapped into the ground! A huge palm print was left on the ground.

Everything... It's over...

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White, spotless white, covered in silver on the ground, this is a white world covered in snow and ice.

The sky was overcast, and large snowflakes fell and piled up on the ice sheet that already existed, making the ice and snow layer, which I didn't know how thick, thickened a little.

Somewhere in the snowfield, space suddenly fluctuated. In the white vastness, a light gate flashing with white light suddenly appeared, and the light gate flashed, and two figures were thrown out of it, and the light door disappeared immediately.

The flesh and blood of these two people were blurred, I don't know whether they were dead or alive, they were thrown far away, and they were slammed on the ground, motionless.

The snow continued to fall, and in a short time, the two of them were covered under the snow.

The two people who were teleported here by the light gate, a man and a woman, a man, Luan Tian, a woman, and Xiaoli.

It turned out that at the same time as the masked old man slapped his palm, a desperate sneer appeared on the face of the Holy Grandmother. She turned around quickly, carried it on her back, and took the python's whip hard. She used her last strength, and with a wave of her sleeves, she rolled up Luan Tian and Xiaoli's bodies and threw them into the ancestral hall.

There is a light gate in the ancestral hall, and the two people's bodies are like a stone, they are thrown in, the white light flashes, and the light gate disappears.

This light gate is a secret teleportation of the Spirit Fox Clan. This is a secret that only the Holy Lady and Leng Wuji know, and it is the last means of saving the life of the Spirit Fox Clan. However, in the end, only Luan Tian and Xiaoli were saved.

I don't know how long it has been, but the snow has not stopped in the slightest, but it is getting heavier and heavier.

Luan Tian in the snow layer moved his fingers and regained a trace of vitality. A sharp pain came from all over his body, and this feeling was vaguely familiar to him.

When he first came to the Tianmang Realm, he also felt like this, but this time it was more painful, physical pain, and spiritual pain.

The only trace of divine consciousness entered the Qiankun Ring, and Xiaomi fainted in the dragon mound, and Lao Pi was guarding on the side.

At the moment when his body was rolled up, Luan Tian used his last strength to throw Xiaomi into the Qiankun Ring. At that time, the giant palm had already touched their bodies, and they were thrown into the light gate by rubbing their fingers under the slap of the giant palm.

Luan Tian didn't bother to check the injuries on his body, lifted the snow layer covering his body, took out a handful of pills and stuffed them into his mouth, and began to look around for Xiaoli.

In addition to the excruciating pain, he also felt cold, a biting cold, a cold that froze through the bone marrow.

He hadn't felt this way for a long time, the monks who cultivated above the foundation building period could resist extreme cold and heat, and their cultivation was a natural protector of the body, so that the body could adjust itself with the temperature of the environment, so a simple robe could live in peace for all seasons.

Luan Tian now had a cold feeling, and after noticing this abnormality, he stopped looking for it, sat down cross-legged, and his divine sense dispersed into the three dantians, and his face turned gray in an instant, and his heart became cold.

The foundation platform is shattered, and it's gone!

The dantian is broken, and it's gone!!

His cultivation is gone!!

The cultivation is gone, which means that he has returned to a mortal, just like the original mortal boy who was as white as paper.

Since he is a mortal, of course he can feel cold, feel hot, feel full, feel hungry.

The only difference was that he knew that the Chaos Clock was still floating in the sea, and he still had a trace of Qi power to use.

Otherwise, it's no different.

He stood up blankly, dragging his tired legs, and continued to look for Xiaoli. After walking for a while, he felt cold and hungry, his legs began to tremble, and he lay on the ground and continued to crawl in search.

The resolute color in his eyes was still the same, but it had become dull. The muscles on his body are still strong, but he can no longer wield the Yanlong Fist Intent.

A dazzling streak of blood was drawn behind him, instantly frozen, and was covered in falling snowflakes.

In the distance, a white figure lay on the ground.

It's a small departure!

Luan Tian used both hands and feet and quickly climbed over.

Xiaoli is still in a coma, and his whole body is unclothed. Luan Tian took out two Taoist robes from the Qiankun ring, put one on himself, and put one on Xiaoli. Of course it won't fit, but it wraps her tightly.

Then, he took out a few pills and stuffed them into his mouth. He held her in his arms, and gradually felt warm, and Xiaoli's body gradually became less cold.

After a stick of incense, Xiao Li let out a coquettish hum, moved his body, and slowly woke up.

found herself lying in Luan Tian's arms, her face flushed, but her body did not continue to make any movements, still maintaining her original posture.

I don't know if Luan Tian noticed Xiaoli's wake-up, he just hugged her tightly, hugging her tighter and tighter.

A line of tears slipped from the corner of Xiao Li's eyes, and in an instant, it froze, forming a strip of ice on her face, and she still didn't move.

Under that palm, no one in the Spirit Fox Clan could survive, and at the last moment, it was difficult to leave the hope of the Holy Grandma's life, and gave the two of them.

At the moment, he is her only relative, and she, too.

The snow is cold, the wind is cold, his body is cold, everything around him is cold, and his heart is cold.

It's cold, it's stinging, it's freezing to the bottom of my heart. Now he is like this vast snowfield, he can't see the road or hope.

A piece of white, vast white, back to the original white...

Is there anything left but faith? Thankfully, the faith is still there. She has never regretted meeting him, never regretting it, identifying with him. If she could choose again, she would still resolutely choose to be with him.

Just like it was at the beginning.