In fact, Long Xueyue also has a divine sense strength that is no less than that of the late Yuan Infant Great Monk because of the Heavenly Divine Body, and also discovered Xiao Chuan's hiding place, but this Yuan Infant Middle Great Monk had close contact with Xiao Chuan for a period of time, so when looking for the real culprit who controlled this nameless evil beast, he subconsciously took it for granted that Wu Jin, a monk in the early stage of Jindan, was excluded, although he had a similar feeling to the little beast that devoured the Yuan Infant, but he did not associate it with the little pig, while dealing with the entanglement of the two exquisite demon beasts, he continued to look for the murderer hidden in the shadows。

And when the Fatong monk and the white-haired old woman pointed the finger at Long Xueyue in unison, the other cultivator spirit beasts were only suspicious, after all, the two slaves of Long Xueyue's side in the early stage of the Yuan Infant were the victims, Long Xueyue's behavior of cutting off his arm was really a bit unbelievable, and the terrifying aura on the body of this nameless evil beast was incompatible with the innate immortal aura on this Miss Long, and it didn't seem to have anything to do with it.

"What is the idea of this prostitute monk and this demon woman? How could they suddenly unite together to blame me, is there some ulterior motive? And who sent this evil beast, and why can there be no trace of it? Could it be that this lewd monk and demon woman are the real murderers?" It's a pity that Long Xueyue is so arrogant, she didn't bother to explain to everyone after suffering this injustice, although her heart was full of countless doubts, she just sacrificed the indigo divine bead on the top of her head without saying a word, released a continuous stream of blue ice flowers to protect her body, and controlled a pair of elusive Nine Cold Condensing Ice Thorns to force the two exquisite demon beasts on the opposite side to be powerless.

The sudden fall of Liang and Yi made Long Xueyue extremely sad in his heart, in fact, he just wanted to force the two demon beasts on the opposite side to go to the Fatong monk to ask for clarification and seek justice, but in the eyes of everyone, it had an unusual meaning.

"It seems that it was really this Long Xueyue who did it, otherwise why didn't she say anything to clarify!"

"I didn't expect such a fairy-like woman to have such a femme fatale!"

"Long Xueyue is afraid that she wants to swallow the 10,000-year-old ice essence by killing her own minions! Since she doesn't even let go of her own minions, is it possible that she still wants to kill all of us, otherwise why is she so desperate now?"

"Alas, I really know people and faces, I didn't know my heart, I thought that this Long Xueyue should be a little more reliable than Fatong, but I didn't expect it to be so vicious!"

"Our Linglong clan stands tall with Longyuan Island! No matter how strong the support behind this Long Xueyue is, it can't reverse black and white, this Long Xueyue is so mad, he can't let us be killed with our hands tied! At that time, even if the Heavenly King Lao Tzu comes, I will fight with her to the end!"

For a while, the cultivator spirit beasts who were fighting against each other invariably slowed down, muttering to themselves in their hearts, and separated some of their divine senses to check Long Xueyue's movements.

Seeing that the disaster was successfully diverted, so that Long Xueyue had become the target of everyone, the monk Fatong and the white-haired old demon secretly exchanged glances, but they didn't say more, and suddenly burst out and killed the black and thin man of the Linglong clan. This Fatong monk knew in his heart that now that he had successfully broken the alliance between Long Xueyue and the other human primordial infant cultivators, as for this battle, the more chaotic the better, the more fallen cultivators and demon beasts, the more beneficial it would be for him, so seeing that the battle situation was slowing down, he did not hesitate to take the lead in provoking trouble.

The black and thin man of the Linglong clan was bewitched by the white-haired old woman, thinking that his aunt would come to support him if she soon recovered her vitality, so in the face of the strong people below the god transformation stage in the sea area of Sanxian Island, it is possible to advance the existence of the god, and the peak monk Fatong of the late Yuan Infant period of Longyuan Island was not afraid, and raised the gray and white mace in his hand to greet him.

The white-haired old woman naturally knew the intentions of the Dao Fatong monk, and frowned slightly when she looked at her nephew's dark and thin background, but she flashed outside the other battle group, and with a wave of her hand, she attacked another human Yuan Infant Great Cultivator.

Originally, after linking this nameless evil beast with Long Xueyue, there was quite a bit of a pause between the human cultivators and the exquisite demon beasts, and the meaning of hatred and hatred for the enemy, but they were so mixed up by the Fatong monk and the white-haired old woman, and finally they were in a mess again.

At the same time, the nameless beast with the head of the bull and the snake body driven by Xiao Chuan was hindered in front of the middle-aged monk of the human race and the ugly young woman of the Linglong clan.

The middle-aged man saw that two great monks of the Yuan Infant Stage had died tragically under the hands of this nameless demon beast, and immediately cheered up his spirit, and rotated and danced the giant hammer in his hand to form a spirit hammer array.

And although the gloomy Jiao Soul Spear in the hand of the wicked and ugly young woman of the Linglong clan did not have the strong defensive power of the Spirit Hammer Array, it relied on the natural lightness of the Linglong Snow Bird to make this bull-headed evil beast fall into the air every time.

In fact, in terms of absolute strength, Xiao Chuan's ability to integrate the Endless Devouring Dao into the Ten Thousand Poison Violet Smoke and these nameless evil beasts created by the Ten Thousand Poison Violet Smoke should be able to easily suppress the early Yuan Infant Great Cultivator, but in the case of deliberately concealing and constricting his aura, Xiao Chuan's control over this nameless evil beast was greatly reduced, and he could only rely on the instinct that the Nameless Evil Beast had conceived, so when the enemy had already prepared to defend, he became helpless.

However, once he turned to control the nameless beast with all his might, he inevitably exposed his own hiding, and the enemy could completely bypass the nameless beast and attack his own body directly, and for a while, Ogawa was also in a dilemma.

At this moment, an unusually dazzling and beautiful blue sun suddenly rose between the sky and the sea, but the indigo light radiated by this round of the sun did not bring warmth, but a bone-chilling cold, under the illumination of this indigo light, even an ice and snow beast like a delicate snowbird or an ice-attribute human primordial infant monk felt an irrepressible chill from the depths of his soul, and he couldn't help but shiver.

And below this round of blue sun, it was Long Xueyue, the great monk of Longyuan Island in the middle of the Yuan Infant, and the two demon beasts of Linglong Island, because they were closest to this round of blue sun, after absorbing too much of the chill in the indigo light, the bodies of those two demon beasts had already condensed with light blue ice.

And because this chill was born from within, the two demon beasts seemed to be carrying a weight of 10,000 catties between their hands and feet after the light blue ice cubes appeared on their bodies, and their movements became extremely slow.

The strange thing is that Long Xueyue, who was close to the two demon beasts and was under the blue sun, had colorful fluorescence on his face, but he was not affected by the indigo light at all, not only was his movements still elegant and light, but the pair of Nine Cold Condensed Ice Thorns in his hands were even more unpredictable.