Finally stabilized the emotions of several people, and before Mo Zhenxuan could speak, Doctor Wang said with a crying voice:

"Great Chief Suizhong, he ......"

Ink Trace Xuan's heart jumped, and he hurriedly asked.

In the midst of the gossip of several people, Mo Jixuan learned about the whole thing.

His hands had tightened unconsciously, and his heart was extremely sad.

endured the pain, so that everyone climbed onto Erha's wide back one after another.

He directly followed Erha's side.

Erha looked back at Mojixuan from time to time, and his eyes were full of worry.

Mo Zhenxuan felt Erha's emotions and squeezed out a smile towards Erha.

The time to go back was much longer than it had been, and as soon as Doctor Wang and the others landed on their feet, they all fell asleep.

The children of the Ji family carried a few people down.

Erha looked at the few people who were carried away, and then comforted Mo Zhenxuan: "Dad, don't be sad!"

Mo Xuan stretched out his hand, patted its head, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'm fine!" he stood up as he spoke, and continued:

"I go out once, at least for a day, or at most two days and come back. You take care of your sister!"

Erha nodded slowly.

Jiang Yu also walked over at this time, looking at Mo Zhenxuan and didn't say anything, just nodded heavily.

Ink Mark reached out and hugged her, and then Yukong left.

Sui Zhong's death was an extremely sad thing for Doctor Wang, so Doctor Wang remembered that snow-capped mountain more firmly than anyone else.

He also thought that one day, he could go to that snow-capped mountain to avenge Suizhong!

According to the information provided by Doctor Wang, Mojixuan flew south.

After walking and stopping all the way, I finally arrived at the snow-capped mountains in the afternoon.

As far as the eye could see, there was a white world all around, and the spiritual sense was unfolded, and nothing on the snow could escape the eyes of Mojixuan.

Soon, the vigorous breath of life in the depths of the snow-capped mountain attracted the attention of Mojixuan.

If you look closely, the owner of that breath of life is white, and if you look closely, all of them are snow.

Retracting his spiritual sense, Ink Marks galloped towards the figure as fast as he could.

This is a cave at the highest point of the snow-capped mountain, the entrance to the cave is not large, and the cave is not deep.

If you look inside from the outside of the cave, you will see a snowman more than a foot tall.

When Ink Marks looked at the snowman, the snowman happened to be looking at him.

The two eyes intertwined, and after a brief silence, the silence was broken with a loud bang.

After the sound subsided, the snowman in the cave disappeared, and the next moment, the snow in front of him suddenly moved.

Immediately after, a snowball smashed towards Ink Mark's head.

Regarding the strangeness of this snowman, Doctor Wang told Mojixuan. So when the snowman disappeared, Ink Marks became vigilant.

Leaned back to dodge the snowball's attack, and kicked it downwards with his feet.

The snow flies, and the snowman hidden in the snow is kicked out.

The low and hoarse voice of "Snow Soul ......" came out of the snowman's mouth, and when the words fell, the snow-capped mountains shook violently, and in the snow, countless snowballs rolled towards the Ink Trace Xuan.

The snowballs got bigger and bigger, and more and more, and gradually, the snowballs grew their hands and legs.

Once again, the encirclement was formed.

Ink Marks Xuan struck a karmic fire that turned a snowman into water vapor, and the snowballs in the hands of the surrounding snowmen were already thrown towards him.

Sudden ......

The dense snowballs blocked all the gaps around the Ink Trace Xuan, and there was no way to dodge, so in a hurry, he had to condense into sword qi and quickly smash these snowballs.

And when he resolved the crisis caused by these snowballs, a second wave of snowballs followed.

Ink Marks had no choice but to concoct the same method to stop these snowballs.

This was repeated several times, and Mo Zhenxuan's heart was also on fire.

At this time, he finally felt Suizhong's helplessness at that time, and at this moment, he seemed to have incarnated into Suizhong, and lost his life under these endless snowball attacks.

Flames erupted from afar, and the snowmen besieging Ink Mark Xuan turned into vapor.

Ink Marks Xuan was full of aura, and his long hair was flying.

"Snow Soul ......," Snow Soul shouted again.

The snow shook again, and countless snowballs emerged from the snow.

The Qiankun ring flashed, and the Five Elements Cannon appeared in his hand.

The spirit stone of the cannon body released the spiritual energy, and the muzzle of the cannon glowed red.

Boom Boom Boom ......

Five shots in a row, the bullet hits!

The snow on the snowman fell in a torrent, and a wail of pain spread throughout the mountain.

The five elements burst into flames, scorching the snow soul, and the white snow slowly turned into water vapor.

Ink Trace Xuan was holding the Five Elements Cannon, and his spiritual sense had been shrouding the other party.

"Huh?" Mo Zhenxuan's heart jumped suddenly, and with a wave of his hand, he hurriedly removed the Five Elements Formation.

"Brother Sui!"

Pushing aside the white snow, there is Sui Zhong's familiar face below!

In the spiritual sense, Sui Zhong's life breath has not disappeared, or this life breath is the snow soul.

As soon as Ink Marks was thinking about how to wake him up, the snow around him covered Suizhong's face again.

The huge fist slammed towards Ink Mark, and because he was too happy and defenseless, the fist fell Ink Mark.

The whole person flew out ten feet towards the rear, and spit out a mouthful of blood from one mouth.

My chest was wet, and I didn't know how many ribs were broken.

The Qi of the Five Elements was running rapidly, and in a few breaths, his injuries had recovered a few points.

Reaching out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, Ink Mark Xuan fired four shots with the Five Elements Cannon, but did not release the fire array.

The snow soul fell again, and the snow around him slowly moved closer to his body again.

Ink Marks' mind was no longer to kill him, but to think about how to subdue him completely.

The snow soul in front of him gave Mo Jian a sense of déjà vu. This weirdness has many similarities with the shadow you encountered at the beginning.

They don't have an ontological existence of their own, they all need to rely on something to appear.

In that case, can you separate Suizhong from the snow soul?

As soon as this thought arose, it was pinched away by Ink Mark Xuan.

If the breath of life in Sui Zhong's body belonged to the snow soul, then doing so might directly kill Sui Zhong.

"Gotta think of a safe way!"

After thinking about it, Mo Jixuan thought of some methods.

For example, the method of sealing that can often be seen in the novels of Xiuzhen in the previous life is as big as sealing the heaven and earth, and as small as sealing the soul.

That's a solid solution.

But the question arises again, how can the method of sealing be cast?

For the invention of spells, Mo Jian Xuan already has his own experience.

Understand what needs to be achieved, then list the resources you have, and then think about ways to use those resources.

The purpose is obviously to seal, and from a scientific point of view, it is not difficult to seal a person.

Especially the act of sealing him!

"As long as the sealed meridians are continuously stimulated with electricity, the other party can be incapacitated.

This amount must be controlled, in case one accidentally makes Suizhong lame, it will not be good!"

Cracking sound......

Thunder Light jumped in Ink Trace Xuan's hand, and after a brief hesitation, Thunder Light ran towards the Snow Soul.

Bang!

The snow soul lying on the ground was blown up more than a foot high by this thunderbolt, and green smoke rose up from all over his body.

The corners of Mo Zhenxuan's mouth twitched.

"I'm sorry Brother Sui, this time it's a mistake......"