Affected by the terrible chill that lingered around the night snow, the undead around them gradually became slow, even stagnant, and all of them were frozen, and no undead could get close to this place, not even the arcanist.

I saw that countless ice cleans actually spread out a glow, and the ice blue light condensed together, and turned into a seed that exuded a lot of ice, and the chill emitted from it seemed to come from a clean iceberg, from the vastness of the sky, so holy that people were reluctant to touch it.

"What is this ......?"

Asked this question in confusion, and couldn't even tolerate Jiang Xueyu's refusal, this ice-blue seed had already shuttled into Jiang Xueyu's body like a streamer, and in an instant, Jiang Xueyu's face became miserable and pale, and his body was constantly chilling, feeling that every part of his body had sunk into the cold blizzard, as if the blood was frozen, and it seemed that his consciousness was also being dragged into the endless cold ......

Pulling out his own ice seed, Ye Xue had run out of oil and dried up, but Ye Xue still forcibly raised her last strength and gently touched Jiang Xueyu, who had fallen into a coma.

In an instant, the freezing power of the cold ice followed Ye Xue's index finger and invaded Ye Xue's body.

The night snow itself is beyond the realm, coupled with so many years of running-in, so that it has a very high affinity for the holy ice, and the power of the ice covers the seed of the holy ice, condensing layer after layer, and setting a powerful seal on the ice-blue holy ice glow.

At the end of the breath decay, Yexue whispered: "Her name is ......"

"Holy Ice!"

…………

"Poof!"

Ya Yumang flew out heavily, followed by another sound of breaking the sky, and a dexterous black figure followed closely behind.

Ya Yumang landed first, fortunately there was a robe of the dark world to resist the damage, otherwise the bones of his body would have been shattered.

Ya Yumang forcibly rose a burst of silver light, as if stepping on the void, and quickly took the black delicate figure into his arms.

Looking at the delicate child who was trembling constantly in his arms, and even with fear in his eyes, Ya Yumang hugged it tightly.

Patting Yu Linglong's back, Ya Yumang comforted softly: "It's okay, it's okay, it's going to pass......"

"Hmm." Yu Linglong didn't seem to have broken free from that nightmare, but in Ya Yu Mang's arms, she didn't seem to be as scared as before, and arched slightly towards Ya Yu Mang.

In the battle of souls, Yu Linglong has long been defeated, the endless army of the undead, the endless depth and darkness, that is a picture that Yu Linglong never wants to see again in her life.

The black-clothed Soul Shura stepped forward slowly, looking a little lost and depressed.

"Isn't there a stronger one?"

With a whisper and shaking his hand, Soul Shura looked around, and there was a scene of embarrassment and dilapidation.

And in the depths of Soul Shura's soul, there were some soul sword blades that shimmered with darkness, and with a roar in Soul Shura's heart, this soul sword blade was directly broken layer by layer, turning into countless soul power and dissipating.

Soul Shura still wanted to chase it, but his footsteps stopped, and he saw that Ya Yu Mang's body was already intertwined with an extremely rich silver glow.

"Let's go."

With a whisper, Ya Yu's eyes flashed with an extreme silver glow, although the chaotic power had been exhausted, the spatial magic energy he had always retained was his back road.

With the silver light falling, Ya Yumang stepped into the door of space with the jade Linglong in his arms, and his figure disappeared.

On the city wall of Bianzhou City, the sky above is still violently hitting and tearing the enchantment of the bone demon phoenix, scorched by the enchantment, wisps of smoke continue to rise.

And in the golden enchantment, a touch of silver light turned wildly, holding the jade Linglong in his arms, and Ya Yumang slowly stepped out of it.

One stumbled, and Yahamang fell.

Yu Linglong, who was quick-eyed, broke free and held Ya Yumang.

I wanted to stay a little longer, but I didn't expect Ya Yumang to be so seriously injured, which made Yu Linglong feel a little guilty.

An azure glow rose, and bursts of healing glow continued to fall on Yahamang's body, nourishing his soul.

The soul storm just now was indeed too terrifying, and the soul of a high-ranking arcanist would be torn apart at the slightest touch.

Constantly nourishing Ya Yumang's spiritual power, but it didn't get better, Yu Linglong shook Ya Yumang's shoulders a little anxiously, and shouted a little anxiously: "Yumang, Yumang!" Don't scare me!! ”

"Don't... Don't be noisy, let me rest for a while. ”

Ya Yu Mang said weakly, with a deep sense of silence in his eyes.

"If you shake again, I will be shaken to death by you..."

In order to protect Yu Linglong, he also inserted himself into the soul storm that should not have belonged to him.

He is not good at the contest of spiritual power, and it is completely by virtue of the skillful use of the power of chaos. And his soul was indeed injured in the fierce storm collision of his soul.

Although it didn't die, it seriously affected the arcane, and he saw that the chaotic aurora on the battlefield that originally contained the undead had disappeared without a trace, and he really couldn't contain it, and his head was constantly in pain.

"Mmmmmmmmmm......mm

Yu Linglong slowly breathed a sigh of relief when she heard Ya Yumang speak.

The healing azure glow continued to fall on Ya Yumang's body, soothing the wounds on his soul and nourishing the wound of his soul little by little.

While healing Ya Yu Mang, Yu Linglong looked at the battlefield.

I saw that the place where the night snow fell, it had turned into a cold place, and the ground was all dyed with ice blue, and countless ice flowers spread, as if a huge snow lotus was blooming, and the surrounding undead were all frozen, and they couldn't get close at all.

This snow lotus seems to be the last burial place of the night snow, and the night snow is buried deep inside, and no one from the outside world can see the scene inside the snow lotus.

Feeling the bone-chilling cold, Yu Linglong's lips moved slightly: "Night Snow She..."

Ya Yu Mang shook his head.

Yu Linglong was silent, just leaning quietly on Ya Yumang, her eyes looking into the distance through the mask, not knowing what she was thinking.

After a long while, Yu Linglong spoke: "It seems that a woman has entered, into the cemetery of Yexue. ”

Ya Yu Mang looked at the arcanist on the battlefield falling, watching the undead fall, looking at the endless transcendental level arcane, his eyes were extremely flat, as if he was tired of it, and said, "Ah, I know. Perhaps it was providence that an heir came at the moment of Yexue's death. The holy ice of the night snow was probably inherited by the woman...... Then, the will of the night snow should also be inherited by the woman. ”

"Isn't it a little unfair?" Yu Linglong said with a slight frown.

"Don't force it, she will." Ya Yu Mang spoke indifferently, as if he had a chance to win.

Looking at the puzzlement in Yu Linglong's eyes, Ya Yumang's lips opened slightly: "Because, that's holy ice." “