"Whew-"

Wanhuamian pushed out with a palm, and the green palm shadow rushed towards a white-haired monster underground. At the same time, the blue butterfly-patterned sleeves stirred like the wind, and countless cyan fluttershy came to life, flapping their wings from the sleeves of his robe. The group of saucers followed the palm wind......

The white-haired monster looked back, and the green palm shadow snapped over its entire face. The white-haired monster's facial features were distorted for a while, and a wisp of white gas floated out from the Heavenly Spirit Cover, and its huge body fell to the ground on its back. The cyan group of saucers fanned their wings and chased after them, and flew back again wrapped in the white gas.

Wan Huamian closed his slender five fingers, the butterfly shadow faded, and the white qi fell into his hands. The white qi swayed and turned into the appearance of the white-haired monster, gathering into a translucent soul, but the lower half of the soul had been pinched in Wanhuamian's hand. The white-haired monster's soul struggled only for a moment, and then it was brought to his lips by Wanhuamian and sucked into his mouth in one go.

He has an elegant posture, a calm demeanor, and eats souls like aristocratic food.

The monk below was stunned for a moment, and then shouted excitedly.

"Wanhuamian, you have learned to do good deeds without skin. Hahahaha! That's it, kill all the white-haired monsters, it's good to eat them, hahahaha......"

Wan Huamian smiled slightly, and exhaled comfortably, showing that eating soul nourishment made him very useful. The other ghost cultivators he led had green eyes shining one by one, and without his command, they all turned into green and rushed into the battlefield on the ground. Often, dozens of ghost cultivators entangle a white-haired monster, kill it by all means, and then quickly eat the soul of the white-haired monster, and then find the next white-haired monster to entangle.

Seeing this change, the immortal cultivators could still keep their mouths shut, but the demon cultivators were all screaming, and they were all too happy.

"Haha! Wan Huamian used to be our demon cultivator, and he was a master close to the Yuan Infant Stage. ”

"Hmph, if it weren't for Xia Wangzhou's immortal cultivation being too domineering, our Demon Dao would not have lost such a master in Hanging Iceland."

"Now he's afraid that he's a blessing in disguise, and he has broken through the Yuan Infant Stage, and he can actually slap a seven-person tall white-haired monster to death with one palm!"

Su Qing silently counted for Wanhuamian, and in just half an hour, he alone had devoured twenty-seven white-haired monsters.

At this time, there were constantly demon cultivators who recognized people from the ghost cultivators, and called their names sadly or happily. It turned out that these ghost cultivators were all captives of demon cultivators who had been exiled to Hanging Iceland by Xia Wangzhou's immortal cultivators over the years.

The Demon Cultivator captives were initially sealed in the sea of qi, and they died not long after arriving on the island. The cause of death is most likely to be eaten by the white-haired monster, and a small part is killed by the haunted ghost cultivator when it happened to fall in the polar night. Those who died at the hands of ghost cultivators would have been devoured long ago. Died in the belly of the white-haired monster, or died of cold starvation, as soon as the soul came out of the body, he began to cultivate ghosts.

"Fortunately, it was the polar night of Iceland, otherwise, the ghost cultivators wouldn't have been able to come out to help. Hahaha......"

The cultivators were still shouting for joy.

Seeing the white-haired monsters fall one by one, more and more monks came out with their hands free, and they were able to find a gap and take pills to heal their wounds.

Su Qing saw that the monks were all relieved, and he was happy for them.

But just after the last white-haired monster fell, the atmosphere in the ghost cultivation room became weird. They stared at the monks who were still alive, their eyes green, their lips and tongues pulled, as if they were still satisfied.

Wan Huamian stood in the air, with a pair of peach blossom eyes squinting slightly, looking at a white and tender female cultivator who was meditating and healing. He smiled at the corners of his mouth, and his fingers touched his lips. Suddenly, the palm that was almost perfect, and the green palm shadow carried a group of green butterflies like smoke, trailing away, heading straight towards the white and tender female cultivator.