The mirror-smooth ice shimmers in the sun.

A huge icicle dozens of feet high stands in it, and it is quite spectacular from a distance.

Seeing that his spell had worked, the monk surnamed Xiong stopped for a moment and turned his head to look at Lian Chenglin, but he didn't see the slightest excitement or joy in the latter's eyes.

On the contrary, I found that there were some worries hidden in it.

As soon as he wanted to ask, Lian Chenglin said:

"Sooner rather than later, take advantage of this opportunity to completely kill this fang!"

Xun Jinyuan also looked at the behemoth in front of him, felt the majestic and incredible aura on it, and nodded.

Immediately, the three of them gathered their strength again, and flew around the giant icicle, and the aura surged, and soon the new attack method had been condensed and formed in their hands.

And now the huge figure frozen in the icicles obviously noticed this, and the huge vertical pupils shrank slightly, as if a cloud of anger was burning in his heart.

An overwhelming attack came in, and the icicle and the figure within it were at the center of the attack.

With a violent explosion, the icicle shattered, and countless ice chips flew in all directions, covering a large area with white mist.

From a distance, it looked as if a cloud of frost had exploded in mid-air.

The stumbling crumbling ice rained down on the frozen surface of the lake, smashing out one small hole after another.

And Lian Chenglin and the three of them had no intention of caring about these at this time, but stared at the white mist, because when they attacked again just now, the moment they found that the layer of ice outside was destroyed by the three attacks, the black figure actually emitted a burst of black light, and instantly shrunk, turning into a figure as big as them.

Therefore, although they were sure that their attacks had been triggered, the mutation produced by the other party still made them a little worried, especially in that layer of thick white mist, the aura belonging to the other party still existed, only a little chaotic.

With a little nervousness in his heart, but there was no other way at this time, Xun Jinyuan and the other person did not dare to rush into the white mist, after all, according to Lian Chenglin's statement, the other party was very likely to have reached the middle stage of the Yuan Infant realm.

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Under the gaze of the three people, the white mist formed by countless small Xiaoice gradually dissipated, and from the hazy mist, a tall figure stepped out of the air, until finally stood in front of them.

The figure was about eight feet tall, wearing a black robe, and its exposed skin was covered with countless black scales.

His face is thin, and the most peculiar thing is that he also has a small red and black horn about three inches long on his forehead, and the pupils in his eyes are also different from ordinary people, in a vertical shape, and when he looks at the three people in front of him, he still has a hint of coldness.

Xun Jinyuan did not act rashly, but continued to look at the other party, he knew that the next step was the real battle.

The figure just glanced at Xun Jinyuan and the monk surnamed Xiong casually, and then covered a big hole in his waist and abdomen with one hand, raised it with the other hand and pointed at Lian Chenglin, who also held a net-like magic weapon in his hand, and slowly spoke:

"I haven't seen you for five hundred years, I thought you were dead, but I didn't expect you to have the courage to come back!"

Lian Chenglin didn't speak, staring at the other party with flat eyes, silently assessing the specific injuries he suffered?

Seeing that Lian Chenglin didn't answer, the figure took away the hand covering his waist and abdomen, revealing the terrifying wound.

Under the gaze of the three people on the opposite side, the spiritual power was activated, and countless flesh buds sprouted at the wound, intertwined with each other, and in a few breaths, they recovered as before, and there was no trace of injury anymore.

Xun Jinyuan's eyes shrank, and he sighed in his heart: In the end, it is a fifth-order demon king, and his body is actually so strong!

After looking down at the wound and finding that it had recovered, he immediately raised his head, looked ahead with a strange expression, and continued to volley slowly towards them.

As he walked, he played with the net-like magic weapon in his hand, and suddenly he closed his hands together, and when he tore it, the next moment, the net-like magic weapon of no low grade turned into pieces.

The eyes of the three people on the other side shrank, and they watched in amazement as the debris flew towards the ice below.

There is a new understanding of his physical power!

Dump the pieces in your hand and let them scatter.

His figure finally stopped, and his gaze was still fixed on Lian Chenglin and them, but his own aura was no longer restrained, but released outward, and soon his true cultivation realm was completely revealed from these breaths.

Sensing this, Xun Jinyuan showed a hint of understanding, because the result was not as Lian Chenglin expected, the other party's had indeed reached the fifth-order middle grade.

As if in response to the other party's momentum, Lian Chenglin also flew forward for a distance, less than ten zhang away from him, and the aura on his body also climbed steadily, and finally stayed in the middle of the Yuan Infant Stage.

The two people behind him were not surprised at this time because they knew this many years ago, and they also fully revealed their cultivation, standing silently on both sides of Lian Chenglin.

It's two more primordial infants!

At this time, Lian Chenglin finally spoke:

"Ao San, I haven't seen it for five hundred years...... Don't come unharmed!"

When the demon king who was called Ao San by Lian Chenglin felt his cultivation, his face was stunned at first, and then he laughed out loud.

With a smile that couldn't help but speak:

"After so many years, even Daoyou is still so ridiculous, I thought you would learn from the previous struggle, but I didn't expect ......"

Suddenly, all the smiles on his face were gone, and all that was left was a cold face, looking at Lian Chenglin and the three of them with a thick disdain.

He opened his mouth, full of snow-white fangs, and said:

"Do you think that you have broken through to the middle grade of the fifth order, and you have found two more human cultivators of the fifth order to eat me?"

"Now I'll show you that you couldn't beat me five hundred years ago, and now ...... The same is true!"

"But...... This time, I won't let you run away again!"

After speaking, Ao San's hands swelled rapidly, transforming into two huge Jiao arms, which were covered with black scale armor, and the five Jiao claws were extremely sharp.

And the little horn on his forehead had a glimmer of fire coming out!

Seeing this, Lian Chenglin hurriedly reminded the two people beside him, and he also avoided the edge for the time being and retreated behind him.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the three of them had just left, and Ao San had already disappeared from the spot, turning into an afterimage and attacking.

The target of the attack was the monk surnamed Xiong, who had the weakest breath among the three.

The claws cut through the air, and five black qi appeared on it, but the monk surnamed Xiong was a monk in the Yuan Infant Stage, and he reacted in the blink of an eye.

Under Ao San's attack, he continued to fly backwards while raising his right hand and drawing a few lines out of thin air in mid-air.

A burst of golden light flashed, and those runes full of mystical aura instantly condensed into a magic circle, forming a circular golden light shield in front of him.

Ao San didn't care about this kind of defense in the slightest, and he didn't change the direction of the attack, and his claws grabbed directly towards the golden light.

In an instant, black and gold met in mid-air, and violent aura fluctuations collided in a very small space.

The monk surnamed Na Xiong was not only a monk in the early stage of the Yuan Infant, but also a fifth-order formation mage, and the formation light shield he cast by him successfully blocked Ao San's first attack for him.

The claws that exuded a strong aura of destruction stopped in front of him.

Just as he felt a trace of joy in his heart and was about to completely withdraw away, Ao San suddenly let out a cold snort, the strength of his attack suddenly intensified, and the formation light shield under his claws also broke in response, turning into a little golden light and dissipating.

The monk surnamed Xiong showed a little surprise on his face, but he was not very flustered, and then met the claw with a punch.

The next moment, he flew upside down!

When Lian Chenglin and Xun Jinyuan caught him, his arm was still trembling slightly, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth

The black robe and hood on the right side of his body are shattered!

Lian Chenglin turned over his hand and took out a pill and handed it to him, and asked:

"Xiong Daoyou, it's okay!"

When the hood was shattered, his true face was revealed, and it turned out to be the Great Elder of the Immortal Yuan Sect who announced the retreat to impact the Yuanying realm decades ago, Xiong Keshan.

Xiong Keshan raised his hand and refused the pill handed over by Lian Chenglin, and then spit out another mouthful of blood.

"It's okay, it's just careless!"

On the other side, Ao San, who did not pursue the victory, stopped his figure and stood in mid-air.

seemed to be quite disdainful of Xiong Keshan's statement, and he let out another sneer:

"Vulnerable!"

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The breeze is blowing, and the two sides are opposed!

One side is Ao San, a powerful demon king of the fifth order!

On one side are Lian Chenglin in the middle of the Yuan Infant, Xun Jinyuan and Xiong Keshan in the early Yuan Infant!

In the entire eastern part of the Chaoyang Continent, there has not been such a large-scale battle in the Yuanying Realm for thousands of years!