"Ice ghost, slash."

An Yun looked coldly at the black rattans around her, because the burst speed of the black Netherworld Qi stabbed at her again quickly, but her footsteps did not move a bit. More than 300 icemen held ice blades and ice swords, and rushed towards thousands of black rattans in a scattered manner.

Under An Yun's faint green sight, you can clearly see the seemingly extremely scattered formation of these icemen, but there is a green and faint soul line between each iceman, and this soul line is the true essence of the blue-faced ghost soul array.

The three hundred icemen split into different directions, and in an instant, the black rattans collided together, but there was no real crashing sound between the two sides, because the two did not collide at all.

The moment he made contact with the black rattan, the iceman flashed through all the punctures of the black rattan tips with great agility, and instead went around to the side, and then the iceman crossed with each other.

"Boom."

The sound of objects being cut in half resounded in the forest, connecting into one piece, like a spring silkworm spinning silk. When the pierced black rattan passed by the iceman, the extremely sharp black Tengjian suddenly lost its strength and fell lightly to the ground, and then turned into a stream of black juice and penetrated into the ground.

These more than 300 icemen were constantly interspersed with each other, and the soul line between them easily cut off the black rattan, as if cutting a blank piece of paper. The black rattan, which was so tough that even the monk's flying sword could not be injured, and the black Tengjian that was so strong that it could easily pass through the fifth-order demon beast Heavenly Spirit Gai, was fragile in front of the invisible soul line between the icemen, but it was fragile and could not withstand a single cut.

These soul lines are An Yun's use of formations. Forcibly connect the soul power of each demon soul to form an invisible soul line. It can be said that the soul line is the life of these demon souls, and at the cost of the life of the demon soul, in exchange for the strange magical power that can cut off everything.

In An Yun's sight, after these dark green soul lines cut the black rattan once, most of the green light suddenly dissipated, and the soul line became more than twice as slender. At most, one more cut will make these soul threads collapse.

There are even dozens of icemen among them, because the demon spirits stationed in them are relatively weak. The soul line is not tough enough. As a result, the soul line immediately collapsed after a cut, and then the iceman was instantly shattered by the black rattan.

An Yun was not surprised, the Iceman and the Demon Soul were originally consumables, and each of these black rattans had the power of a blow from the Jindan Monk. They are able to block a black rattan attack. She was already satisfied.

As for the dozens of shattered icemen. That's not a matter at all, there is water and ice moon, and her iceman has infinite life.

As far as her eyes could see. Dozens of collapsed icemen immediately recondensed, and with another flick of her fingers, a little fingertip blood scattered on their foreheads, and suddenly dozens of demon souls in the forest immediately merged into the icemen, and the soul lines were once again linked to each other.

After losing a piece of the tip of the ten thousand black rattans, they shrank back, but they didn't retreat too far, only less than ten zhang back. Then, on the broken black rattan, Tengjian suddenly grew again at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This time, the black light on each black tip was more pure, like a frozen block of ink.

"Whew......"

Thousands of black rattans rushed towards An Yun again at a faster speed than before, and they had the momentum of refusing to stop without piercing An Yun into a sieve.

"Ice ghost, slash!"

An Yun's mind moved, and more than 300 icemen rushed out again, this time their bodies were more erratic, and their movements were faster like lightning, and the entire forest was full of white iceman figures, unable to distinguish between entities and phantoms.

"Boom......"

The sound of objects being cut kept ringing, and it wasn't until the last black rattan was cut that the forest was quiet again.

All the black rattans were cut off, and they all withdrew ten zhang, and most of An Yun's three hundred icemen collapsed, and the soul lines between each other loomed, and they could be extinguished at any time.

"Condensation."

An Yun cast a spell again, and the collapsed iceman quickly condensed into a new iceman under the illumination of the water ice moon ice line in the air. The blood on the fingertips popped out again, and the demon spirit that was free from the forest was once again attached to the iceman's body.

When more than 300 icemen recovered, the black rattan also happened to grow a new tip. If the two sides had a tacit understanding, they collided together again.

Unsurprisingly, tens of thousands of black rattans were cut off and retreated ten zhang again. Half of the three hundred icemen collapsed, and the other half was in tatters, but they held the boundary of Anyun within a radius of ten zhang.

Ten zhang square, this is An Yun's forbidden area, and it is the meaning of her existence as a three-hundred-hundred-person iceman.

An Yun knew that this competition with the black rattan was meaningless, and the result was already doomed to her defeat. Because the black rattan can be restored endlessly, and her Dao method can't last too long, her spiritual power keeps dissipating rapidly, and the blood on her fingertips can't be endlessly depleted.

Even if she gave up the precious fingertip blood, there weren't so many demon souls in the forest that she could use to make machine spirits.

The reason why she didn't retreat was because she wanted to know how powerful this move was and whether her idea could be realized.

The result is gratifying, the power of the ice condensation into a soldier is indeed extremely powerful, with the support of Shui Bingyue's Dao technique, it can be constantly repaired, and the original number and strength can always be maintained. Her idea is also correct, using the method of infusing the instrument spirit, so that the iceman can really exert the strength of the mid-stage cultivation of the foundation. And these icemen are not afraid of death, and they have no other ideas, they are more terrible than real monks.

In the end, her idea of using the way of formation to control the iceman was right, just three hundred icemen, using the blue-faced ghost soul array, could hold a ten-zhang radius under tens of thousands of black rattans, and An Yun had no way to be dissatisfied with this result.

After colliding with the black rattan again, the black rattan once again withdrew from the ten-zhang growth tip. An Yun chuckled, and the three hundred icemen condensed again, only this time under her divine thoughts, they did not continue to block the swarming black rattans, but fought all the way out of a passage to the village.

An Yun Jindan's cultivation was fully unfolded, the five elements under his feet shone brightly, and at the end of the world, the remnants were still in the forest, but the real body had already flashed through the passage and arrived in the center of the village in an instant.

Tens of thousands of black rattans didn't seem to expect An Yun to escape, and angrily smashed the three huge ice trees in the forest to pieces, piercing a round of ice moon in the forest through countless holes, and even twisting the three hundred icemen into ice slag.

"Poof."

There was a sound in the woods, like sighs, like anger.

An Yun's face changed greatly, this dark forest has a spirit! (To be continued......)