About four or five breaths, a thick color of blood slowly rose.

The two Flying Snow Sect disciples who seemed to have sunk to the bottom of the sea slowly rose again.

It's just that it's not a complete body, but a right leg and a half body.

The next moment, a thin layer of ice crystals suddenly condensed on the surface of the sea, and then, a low and tyrannical roar sounded from the depths of the Ice Jade Sea, and two dark green eye pupils, like two deep gems, stirred with angry killing intent, coldly looking at the disciples of the Flying Snow Sect scattered everywhere.

"Senior brother!"

"Hurry back, this is the Chill Turtle!"

"Four-grade cold turtle, damn it, how can there be a cold turtle here!"

More than a dozen Flying Snow Sect disciples glanced at each other, and their expressions changed suddenly.

The martial artists of the Ice Jade Sea, each of them studied the water nature, and in an instant, everyone quickly gathered together.

The magic circle wrapped in the ice floe suddenly opened, and more than a dozen warriors quickly retreated to the ice floe, and a formation disk suddenly opened.

Although he was not in a panic, although the martial artists of the Flying Snow Sect were not in a high realm, after all, they had experienced a hundred battles and formed a battle formation in an instant.

"Cold Turtle! It turned out to be a Cold Turtle in the middle of the fourth grade, there must be an Ice Jade Spirit Bead around here, hahaha, this time it is really a bumper harvest! If I can get the Ice Jade Spirit Bead, my Ruan Ruifeng can be promoted to the late stage of the Shengang Realm in a maximum of seven days, and when the time comes, the final battle of the Autumn Hunt in this Netherworld Palace, there will definitely be a place for me Ruan Ruifeng!"

The disciple in the middle of the Shengang Realm stood up and stepped onto the bow of the boat.

Between the eyebrows and eyes, there is a deep excitement and deep solemnity.

The cold turtle is a specialty of the Ice Jade Sea, and there is no second sea area to be found in the entire Yuanlong Star.

The back armor of the cold armor turtle is an excellent material for refining the battle armor, and the tortoise shell of the four-grade cold armor turtle can refine the top Xuan-rank high-grade battle armor.

Of course, the heavy treasure that can attract Ruan Ruifeng, the core disciple of the Netherworld Palace, obviously cannot be a Xuan-rank high-grade battle armor.

It's the Ice Jade Spirit Bead.

The extremely precious treasure of the Ice Jade Sea can condense the true element, boil the body, and greatly increase the chance of the martial artist impacting the late stage of the Shengang Realm. This kind of ascension, unlike the elixir that helps to impact the realm in the ordinary sense, has no sequelae at all, and even through its refining of the true element and muscles, bones, and skin membranes, it can enhance the possibility of impacting the Tibetan realm to a certain extent.

The ice jade spirit bead needs to be condensed by the ice jade mussel, and the ice jade mussel can often only appear in the place where the cold turtle gathers.

These two creatures unique to the Ice Jade Sea have already formed a strange symbiosis in the growth of hundreds of millions of years.

"Ye Min, go and grab all the waste of the Flying Snow Sect for me, tear it up, and throw it into the Ice Jade Sea piece by piece as bait!"

"Ye Cong, you bring a girl, bring me all the martial artists in the building, regardless of cultivation!"

Ruan Ruifeng's expression was solemn, and he grabbed Jiang Xuesong's neck with his five fingers, and directly crushed his neck.

"Elder Jiang!"

A low, bleak cry, mixed with bitter hatred and resentment, rose suddenly.

Whether it was the martial artists of the Flying Snow Sect on the ice floe in the distance, or the few female disciples on the deck of the building ship, their eyes were almost bloody.

Ruan Ruifeng didn't care, these Flying Snow Sect martial artists were just like ants in his eyes, and he didn't pay attention to it at all.

No matter how strong and profound the hatred was, Ruan Ruifeng was not prepared to let these Flying Snow Sect martial artists leave alive at all.

Carrying Jiang Xuesong's corpse in his hand, he tore off an arm casually, and he was drenched in blood and bones, and suddenly threw it into the sea.

It was about a few hundred meters away from the cold turtle, and a little black flame quietly rose, and the flesh and blood essence of the martial artist of the Shengang Realm in his arm was quickly ignited, and the rich smell of blood and a strange incense slowly diffused. In this moment, Ruan Ruifeng suddenly inlaid a Xuan-level high-grade elixir in Jiang Xuesong's muscles and bones.

In the next moment, the blue sea was churning, and the cold pressure gradually rose.

Ye Min stepped out in one step, stepped in the void, and suddenly appeared on the ice floe.

The long sword drew a huge arc, suddenly enveloping all the disciples of the Flying Snow Sect.

Zheng!Zheng!Zheng!Zheng!Zheng!Zheng!

Several disciples who drew their swords felt a chill in their right arm at the same time, and then a violent pain suddenly attacked.

There were a few cracks, and the sword fell on the ice floe, along with a few bloody right arms.

"Wouldn't it be nice to die a good death? It's your honor to be able to use your lives to do something for Senior Brother Ruan!"

Ye Min snorted coldly, and a seemingly sharp chant suddenly sounded in his throat, like a thin soft sword, suddenly piercing into the soul.

Plop! Plop! Plop!

One by one, the martial artists of the Flying Snow Sect fell headlong, and the soul defense of the Xuandan Realm and the soul attack of the core disciples of the Netherworld Hall were almost equivalent to nothing. Especially when they saw their companions die one after another, the elders' bones shattered, they were furious and sad, and their soul will was already on the verge of collapse, in this case, even a loud shout that stirred up their soul power could scare them out, not to mention the soul martial arts of the Netherworld Temple.

His gaze swept over the Ice Jade Spirit Bone Grass, and Ye Min stepped forward quickly and took out a crystal clear knife.

Carefully pick a spirit grass as pure as glass in the middle of the ice floe.

There are only seven or eight leaves, about four or five inches high, and the complex root system is more than a foot.

Xuan-level top-notch, Ice Jade Spirit Bone Grass!

Put it in a brocade box made of dark ice and put it into the space ring. As for the other Xuan-rank high-grade, and even Xuan-rank mid-grade Ice Jade Spirit Bone Grass, Ye Min didn't take it to heart anymore, and kicked out, and the two severed right arms drew an extremely high parabola in the left and right directions, and fell directly into the blue sea, just landing in front of the two cold turtles.

The Chillshell Turtle is a swarm, a four-grade Chillshell Turtle Race, with at least ten Chillshell Turtles.

Nguyen's plan is very simple and the most commonly used strategy.

With Jiang Xuesong's corpse and the elixir, all the cold turtles were lured out.

Then use a large number of corpses to drag all the cold turtles to buy time for Ruan Ruifeng.

The ice jade mussels do not have too strong combat power, they need to use the power of the cold turtle to protect themselves, and the breath of the ice jade spirit bead, even if it does not need to be directly refined, can also help the cold turtle condense high-quality tortoise shells and have a more powerful defense.

It's a symbiotic win-win, but once the turtle is dragged, the ice jade mussel becomes a chopping board for slaughter.

What Ruan Ruifeng wants is this time difference.

............

Knock! Knock!

A heavy slamming of the door sounded, and behind Ye Cong were seven or eight warriors with bleak faces and covered in blood.

There were not many passengers in the ship, only these seven or eight people, but in front of the powerful combat power of the core disciples of the Netherworld Temple, even a martial artist who was also in the early stage of the Shengang Realm was instantly severely injured and shattered, and was directly thrown to Ruan Ruifeng.

Now it has turned into pieces of bait, and has been thrown into the blue sea intermittently.

"I, the Flying Snow Sect, how could I suffer such a catastrophe...... This last Shengang Realm, seriously injured, has no hope......"

The female disciple of the Flying Snow Sect was full of despair and numbness, her eyes were extremely bleak, and her body seemed to have lost the support of her muscles and bones.

It's just that in the deepest part of her gaze, there is still a faint glimmer of hope that even she doesn't believe.

(End of chapter)