When the Mahayana monk sent out the message, there was silence in the communicator, as if no one had received his message.

The communicator's reaction made him quickly become pessimistic, and he hated Xiang Xiaotian even more in his heart.

He cursed Xiang Xiaotian for a while, feeling that it was not safe here, so he began to fly forward again.

Xiang Xiaotian followed the traces left by the Mahayana monk and soon came to the foot of the iceberg where the Mahayana monk had stayed, and then flew tens of thousands of miles before catching up with the Mahayana monk.

The Mahayana monk was a little surprised to see Xiang Xiaotian, but he guessed that the giant's initial movement was to deal with Xiang Xiaotian. The giant's attack seemed extremely sharp to him, and under that kind of attack, even he would not be spared, but Xiang Xiaotian could not see the slightest trace of injury on his body.

So he didn't know how Xiang Xiaotian managed to get out of that kind of attack.

After the initial stunned, the Mahayana monk immediately pinched the Dharma decision, only to see his lips vibrating in a small amplitude, as if he was silently reciting a mantra and something that was not like it, and when his lips stopped, the Dharma decision in his hand immediately pointed to Xiang Xiaotian.

Immediately, an invisible force came towards Xiang Xiaotian, and although Xiang Xiaotian couldn't see this attack, he could sense it.

He leapt to his feet, leaping diagonally above his body, then arcing through the sky, dodging the attack.

After the Mahayana monk's attack flew past Xiang Xiaotian's side, he immediately turned around and continued to chase after Xiang Xiaotian and flew quickly.

In Xiang Xiaotian's induction, this was a very cold aura, as if there were countless unjust souls behind him, and the surrounding cold environment complemented each other.

This kind of aura is different from the yin and evil death qi, but it is also a way to condense such a thick yin soul aura by not knowing how many creatures have been killed. It flew extremely fast, but Xiang Xiaotian behaved faster, and after a few dodges, it came to the side of the Mahayana monk.

He didn't use the Ruyi Kunwu sword, but directly smashed his fist into the chest of the Mahayana monk.

The Mahayana monk was guiding the yin spirit to pursue Xiang Xiaotian with the law, he saw Xiang Xiaotian approaching, he did not panic, did not dodge, saw Xiang Xiaotian's fist slammed over, but showed a mocking smile.

Xiang Xiaotian punched the Mahayana monk's chest, and at the moment when the fist collided with the monk's chest, Xiang Xiaotian only felt a spike emerge from the monk's chest, which made his fist hurt, and the Mahayana monk also took a few steps back under Xiang Xiaotian's fist.

Although Xiang Xiaotian couldn't see the protruding spikes on the monk's chest, he could feel that the skin between his fingers was cut by the spikes, which was the first time Xiang Xiaotian had been injured like this in a long time.

In fact, these small injuries were nothing to Xiang Xiaotian, and even he couldn't feel the pain, but he could feel that something was spreading along this wound into his body.

Xiang Xiaotian clearly saw that his white fingers gradually became black, and he didn't know that this was poisoned, and he couldn't help but regret that he didn't use the Ruyi Kunwu Sword.

His thoughts had just passed, and the thing that had been chasing after him that exuded a ghostly aura immediately bombarded him hard.

Xiang Xiaotian flew out in an instant as if he had been hit by a cannonball, and then was carried by that thing and hit a huge iceberg again.

The violent impact force made Xiang Xiaotian pass directly over this iceberg, and after passing through more than a dozen icebergs in a row, Xiang Xiaotian stopped.

Subsequently, the icebergs penetrated by Xiang Xiaotian collapsed and shattered one after another like dominoes.

When Xiang Xiaotian penetrated those icebergs, he tightly hugged the thing that struck him with both hands that exuded a yin spirit aura, this thing looked formless and formless, but it could be touched.

Feeling the attributes of this thing, Xiang Xiaotian endured the discomfort caused by the impact, and urged the true fire of the sun in the sea of consciousness, and in an instant, his hands turned into two burning fireballs.

The Sun True Fire has the effect of restraining the Yin Evil, even if this Xiao Tian has never been tempered and strengthened, but has been absorbed by Xiang Xiao Tian A lot of energy, the ordinary Sun True Fire can seriously harm this Yin Evil.

The yin evil couldn't stop struggling, but Xiang Xiaotian's arms were like iron tongs holding it, he could feel that the yin evil in his arms was slowly weakening, because the force of the impact had gradually weakened, when Xiang Xiaotian finally fell to the ground and slid because the momentum of the collision had declined to the extreme, the yin evil in his arms turned into powder.

Xiang Xiaotian patted the ashes on his body like grass and tree ashes, and stood up with some difficulty.

At this moment, his palm had become pitch black, and Xiang Xiaotian immediately picked up the Ruyi Kunwu sword, raised the sword in his hand, and cut off the right hand whose fingers were completely immobile.

As soon as the palm of the hand that had lost its body as the backing fell to the ground, it turned into a puddle of black water, and as soon as the puddle of black water came into contact with the ice, it immediately emitted a sizzling corrosive sound.

White smoke rose from the ice, and there was a foul smell in the smoke, Xiang Xiaotian held his breath and walked towards the Mahayana monk.

"Boom... Boy, do you think you'll be fine if you cut off your poisoned hands? Xiang Xiaotian hadn't taken a few steps before the Mahayana monk smiled gloomily.

The monk tried his best to act like he didn't have anything, but Xiang Xiaotian had already seen him with his divine sense when he was dying in the Yin Spirit, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Although Xiang Xiaotian didn't know why he vomited blood, he also guessed that it should be when he killed the Yin Spirit, and the Divine Soul that the Mahayana monk poured into it was killed together, and then he was hurt.

"Do you really think you're poisonous?" Xiang Xiaotian said, putting the severed hand in front of him, only to see that the black flesh on the section quickly returned to its original color, and at the same time, those black bruises were squeezed out and fell to the ground, corroding the ice to a sizzling sound.

When the black bruise turned into Yin Hong's blood, the flesh on the section of Xiang Xiaotian's hand began to squirm, like countless maggots arching, and soon, a brand new palm grew.

"Reborn with a severed limb? But the carving insect is a little trick! Although I saw that Xiang Xiaotian was not as fast as I imagined, I was already mentally prepared that this poison would not work on Xiang Xiaotian. But when he really saw that Xiang Xiaotian easily eliminated the poison he had so hard to refine, this Mahayana monk was still a little surprised.

He hid the shock in his heart very well, and turned to pretend to be disdainful, avoiding the important and trivial.