There had just been a street fire in a street in Huangsha Township, covered in blood and bodies thrown by their companions, and the residents of the neighborhood were hiding in their houses and afraid to go out, except for a few people who dared to point at the only young man standing on the street.

On the one hand, it was because the young man's face looked as perfect as the immortal in the painting, and on the other hand, it was because his legs and below were actually swallowed up by the yellow sand, and there was a faint layer of cold ice throughout, which was really a rare spectacle in the eyes of ordinary people who had nothing to do with the cultivation world.

It's not that Bei Ming Xiu doesn't want to go, but the yellow sand that is about to spread to the roots of his legs seems to be firmly connected to the ground, and he can only be a humanoid sculpture here for a while.

Even if he couldn't move at will for the time being, Bei Ming Xiu didn't think that he would die like this.

Su Lanting and Yuan Xue had already gone to the Huang family, and he believed that they could defeat Huang Jincheng.

Even if he could feel it, his Cold Soul Sword had been rigidly controlled by Huang Jincheng in a certain space, and it seemed that he was still under some kind of oppression.

Bei Mingxiu's originally slightly frowning brows stretched slightly, and he said helplessly: "Friends of the Huang family, what's the point of hiding?"

Accompanied by the words of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, more than ten masters of the Huang family appeared from everywhere and landed around him, among which there were several familiar faces full of pleasure.

Bei Ming Xiu looked at these many Huang family masters whose cultivation was not weak, and said helplessly: "Huang Jincheng sent you?"

A master of the Huang family sneered: "It's good that you know it yourself, today, you can't escape if you have wings!"

Bei Ming Xiu pointed to the yellow sand that had covered his entire lower body, and said, "Do I look like I can escape?"

The Huang family master, who had escaped death before, and now only felt that he was raising his eyebrows, looked at the current embarrassment of Bei Ming Xiu, and couldn't help but feel very happy, and laughed: "Have a good birth in the next life, don't mess with those you can't afford to provoke." ”

After speaking, he swung his sword at Bei Mingxiu's neck without hesitation.

Although he still wanted to continue to humiliate the Northern Meditation Cultivator, the order of the head of the family was in front, and the death of the Northern Meditation Cultivator must be guaranteed, and it was not too late to kill the person first, and then it was not too late to sigh.

Bei Ming Xiu smiled and said, "With your skills, you can't kill me." ”

Several ice bullets flowed out of his cuffs and struck all around.

One of them split into several thin ice blades, not only smashing the blade of the Huang family master into two pieces, but also cutting its throat directly, and before his words could be spoken, there was no way for others to hear it.

"He can still move!"

"Kill him!"

The rest of the Huang family's masters shouted violently, and they were about to kill the Northern Immortal Cultivator on the spot.

But the sudden cold fog that filled the field made it impossible for them to make up their minds.

The cunning of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, they had already understood it just now, and they really didn't dare to act rashly.

And the Northern Meditation Cultivator, who was protected by the cold mist, couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Just now, the erosion speed of the yellow sand suddenly accelerated, and it had actually spread to his chest, and the flow of spiritual power in his meridians was getting slower and slower.

If he continues like this, before the cold fog dissipates, he will be completely wrapped in yellow sand, and he will definitely die at that time.

Su Lanting may have had an accident.

This was the first reaction of the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

If it weren't for Su Lanting and the others who had an accident, Huang Jincheng would not have been able to use his spiritual power to deal with him with all his might.

Soon he calmed down.

He believed in Su Lan Ting's abilities.

What he has to do now is to desperately resist Huang Jincheng's offensive and buy enough time.

Or...... Fight?

In the midst of procrastination and desperateness, Bei Mingxiu chose the latter without hesitation.

Fighting, it's not the first time he's done it.

His hands were covered in yellow sand, but it didn't prevent him from urging the ice bullets on his body.

All the spiritual power condensed by the Heavenly Humanity was swallowed into his mouth, and the cold ice slowly spread on his body, one step ahead of the yellow sand, covering his head firmly.

Bei Ming Xiu closed his eyes and began to urge the spiritual power in his body with all his might, even if the yellow sand suppressed the flow speed of the spiritual power in his body extremely low.

......

When the cold fog dissipated, he appeared in front of all the masters of the Huang family. It is a strange humanoid statue.

Except for the head covered in ice, the rest of the place is swallowed up in yellow sand, which looks quite funny.

The two Huang family masters glanced at each other, and each of them transported all their spiritual power towards the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

Although it seemed that he was certain to die, the corpse of the benevolent brother in front of them was still in front of them, and they could only feel at ease when they saw the corpse of the Northern Immortal Cultivator.

The long sword stabbed into Bei Mingxiu's neck, making a crisp sound, but it didn't pierce a single bit.

The thunder spell fell on Bei Ming Xiu's body, and there was only a crackling sound, which didn't seem to have much effect. Let's go slightly

These sounds came out, and the rest of the Huang family's masters also found that something was wrong, and they all tried their best to attack the Northern Meditation Cultivator, but it had no effect at all.

A Huang family master pondered for a moment and said, "Isn't it the family master's Jinshagu who has already devoured that kid, why is the family master's cultivation so strong, so we can't break through?"

The other masters of the Huang family thought about it and felt that this was indeed the truth.

The cultivation of the head of the family, they couldn't be clearer, even the great worship of the killing god was respectful to him from the bottom of his heart, this kid fell into the golden sandgu of the head of the family, and became a sand sculpture, how could he still be alive?

At this moment, a Huang family senior pointed at the Northern Meditation Cultivator and said strangely: "Look, what is that?"

Everyone raised their eyes and saw a strange cold ice appear on Bei Mingxiu's right leg, which looked ...... It seems to be a lotus bud that is abundant in the Jiangnan area?

Under the gaze of everyone, the cold ice bloomed, and it was indeed a lotus flower.

The four-petal crystal clear ice lotus petals bloomed, giving people a different kind of beauty, but in the eyes of everyone in the Huang family, there was a strange feeling.

More and more four-petaled ice lotuses bloom on the sand, like young shoots growing under boulders, strong and unyielding.

Gradually, the four-petaled ice lotus has grown all over the body of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, and there seem to be some five-petal ice lotus.

In full view of everyone, these ice lotuses began to dissipate, and soon reunited, enveloping the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

In the eyes of everyone, this huge ice cube formed by the condensation of many ice lotuses was the same shape as those ice lotus buds before it.

It's a giant lotus bud!

Everyone in the Huang family discovered this fact, but no one attacked.

For some reason, at the moment when this huge ice lotus bud appeared, they felt a threat that seemed to come from outside the sky, so that none of them dared to act rashly.

With apprehension, they waited for this ice lotus to bloom.

They didn't wait long.

The petals unfolded one after another, revealing the lotus heart in it, but compared to the original Xiaoice lotus's delicate and clear lotus heart, this sand sculpture in the middle is really too beautiful.

But their attention was more attracted by those lotus petals.

The lotus opens with six petals.

Although one of them is still missing, and there is still a small piece of faint black, it is a real six-petal ice lotus.

At that time, the people of the Huang family still didn't understand what this meant.

In the next second, the six-petal ice lotus exploded.

Along with it, there was also a layer of yellow sand covering the body of the Northern Cultivator.

Immediately after, all the Huang family masters heard the young man's words.

"Did you just look good?"

It was the last thing they heard in their lives.

......

In the lobby of the Huang family, even though Su Lanting was restrained, the expression on his face was still firm, and he was not flustered because of Huang Jincheng's intention to break it.

She took a deep breath and said, "Uncle Huang, you underestimate him too much. ”

Huang Jincheng's face changed slightly, and he did not speak.

He had already sensed that his Jinshagu had actually been cracked!

At this moment, even he felt a trace of panic, because he felt that things seemed to be out of his control.

Su Lanting's face turned pale and said with a smile: "Besides, believe it or not, you locked my spiritual power, and I still have intentions?"

Huang Jincheng refocused his gaze on Su Lanting and sneered, "Your mind is very bad, and it won't hurt me at all. ”

Su Lanting was still smiling, "Yes, my mind is too bad to deal with you at all." ”

"But it's okay to control the little things. ”

Before the words fell, two fierce cold rays flew out from the ground on the left and right sides of Huang Jincheng, directly taking his eyes.

Those were two poplar leaves that she had previously hidden in the green dew knife qi, which she picked casually in the Huang family's compound.

Picking leaves and flying flowers is an extremely coercive skill among the strong men of the Martial Sect, but almost no one will use their intentions to fly leaves to hurt the enemy.

After all, not everyone can play this kind of boring game.

Su Lanting is different, she has been playing with leaves on Yilan Mountain for more than ten years, whether she flies by herself or controls the fly with her mind, her control of the blades has long been perfected.

These two seemingly inconspicuous leaves are her last killer move!