In the vast white world, the white snow spirit rises from the snow.

There are a total of thirteen snow spirits besieging Suizhong.

It's not the first time that Sui Zhong has fought with Snow Soul.

On the last occasion, it took 30 brothers to escape.

Just after escaping, a pack of snow wolves emerged in the snow.

The strength of the snow wolf is not strong, but just after the battle with the snow soul ended, everyone, including Sui Zhong, was extremely weak.

The battle is over, at the cost of losing a few more lives!

So when he met the Snow Soul again, Sui Zhong was already prepared for the worst.

The worst-case scenario is that he is left alone to buy time for the team's escape!

Sui Zhong was the first to move.

In the face of such a monster, his ranged spells can only play a role in containing at best.

The most reliable way is also the most dangerous way - hand-to-hand combat!

At this time, Suizhong was undoubtedly the most powerful period.

In the ten years since Ink Mark Xuan left, he had already cultivated the techniques that Ink Mark Xuan had taught him to the point of reaching the peak.

In addition, he also combined his own perception to create several different spells.

Except for a small number of ranged spells, there are more "force" spells.

For example, at this moment, the meridians of the whole body are stimulated with aura, so as to burst out with faster speed and stronger strength.

Just like him at this time, his strength and speed are several times faster than usual, and he can barely keep up with the opponent's shooting speed.

Of course, the cost of this strength is also enormous.

In this state, he could only last for half an hour, and after half an hour, the dantian dried up and the blood qi dissipated.

In the end, you can only let it fish!

But isn't that what you've already planned?

Suizhong roared and ran......

Bang!

Those iron fists, every blow can cause a huge momentum.

The Snow Soul waved its thick arm, and the bulging ball at the front fell off the arm, and then slammed it towards Suizhong.

This looks like a snowball fight played by children, but it is amazingly powerful.

Each of the snowballs thrown by the snow soul is very condensed and extremely fast.

When the speed of something reaches a certain level, even the smallest and softest things will undergo qualitative changes.

Not to mention this rock-like snowball.

Bang bang bang!

Snowballs flew through the snow, and thirteen snow spirits attacked Suizhong indiscriminately.

The meridians stimulated by the aura played a role at this time, and although Suizhong couldn't completely dodge the snowball's attack, one or two could still withstand it!

Getting the gap, Suizhong circled behind a snow spirit, and after a short period of accumulation, he threw a punch with a bang.

The sound is louder again......

The snow soul in front of him was broken by the waist.

But even so, the upper body that was still standing soon had a new body!

Can't find a way to kill!

Fighting, it was unfair from the start!

From time to time, Suizhong, who was flickering and moving, saw an opportunity to blast a punch, and the power of each punch could shatter the body of the snow soul.

To no avail......

The battle, over time, quickly turned the wind.

Suizhong's pace was no longer fast, and his fists were no longer powerful.

Snowballs flew in the sky and smashed into his bloody body.

The tremendous force flew with him, and after the thud landed, more snowballs completely covered him.

The snowball continues to gallop.

The bodies of the thirteen-headed snow spirits slowly diminished as the snowballs smashed out.

After a while, the snow soul in the snow, which was originally two feet high, was only more than a foot high.

As the last snowball was thrown, the bodies of the thirteen snow spirits scattered like fine sand.

After the snow soul's body dissipated, thirteen white points of light burst out from their bodies, and then immediately converged on the huge snowdrift where Suizhong was buried.

Call......

When the last strong wind blows, the vast world returns to peace.

In the white world, the original chaotic footsteps and the terrifying pit caused by the fight have also returned to normal.

It was as if everything had become peaceful.

In the midst of this tranquility, fusion is taking place in that huge snowdrift!

In the snowdrift, Suizhong's consciousness became weaker and weaker.

The whole body went from a hot pain to numbness, and then to an even more unbearable pain.

And in the body, thirteen white points of light are rampage inside.

One of the points of light touched the dantian, and without the slightest hesitation, the point of light bloomed, and the aura origin in the center of the dantian was instantly swallowed by the point of light.

Then there are the five internal organs and six internal organs.

The last point of light went up to the meridians and jumped to the spiritual platform.

The white light was shining, and the Qingming Lingtai was immediately shrouded in white light.

The flint in the snowdrift erupted into a monstrous roar at the moment when the white light occupied the spiritual platform.

The blood vessels up and down the body exploded again, instinctively supporting the broken body.

In the spiritual platform, the last touch of clarity was terrifyingly bright.

All wills are focused on this, fighting with the white light for the final territory.

The white light swayed slightly, then continued to shine.

The last clarity in the spiritual platform slowly dimmed under this white light.

All memories dissipated little by little......

Happy, sad, heroic, or graceful......

The world is getting darker and the world is getting smaller.

A figure suddenly appeared in the middle of the world......

The figure's clothes fluttered, and the corners of his mouth smiled.

"Brother Mo...... Ink...... Master ......"

......

In the snow, snowballs slowly roll, eventually covering Suizhong's head.

The earth trembled slightly, and a figure slowly crawled out of the snow.

A humanoid figure more than eight feet tall ......

"Snow ...... Soul ......"

A low, hoarse voice came from its mouth.

......

Doctor Wang and the others looked at the tall figure on another hill.

After a long time, Doctor Wang turned his head and said softly:

"Let's go!"

After only a few steps forward, he only felt that his throat was very blocked, and soon, tears were dripping down his face......

......

New calendar, the sixth day of the first month.

The weather was bad, last night was very cold, and the snow was unusually heavy.

Families closed their doors and sat around the stove to keep warm.

The streets were empty, and the sky was overcast.

The howling wind was blowing from afar, and even though he was cultivating, Mo Jixuan still felt a strong coolness.

This coolness is not caused by the cold wind, but more like it spreads from the inside out.

A pair of frogs draped a large coat over his body, and the warmth spread from the big coat to his body.

"Why are you here?"

"Mo Xian has something on his mind?"

Mo Zhenxuan nodded, then shook his head again, only to hear him say slowly: "Let me tell you, in fact, I want to spend every day without heart and lungs, do you believe it?"

Ji Xiaoling covered her mouth and chuckled, "I believe it!"

"There will be a day when this will happen!"

Mo Xuan also laughed and said, "Yes, this day will always come!"