Hearing the words "Cold Snake Pond", all the clansmen below Jindan trembled, and it was a place of death for them.

And when they heard the word "Gu Yu", not only the clansmen below the Jindan trembled, but even the elders of the Jindan period, and even the four early Yuan Infant monks, including Song Lin, all stood on end, and a chill slowly rose from the soles of their feet.

Bone Dragon, an ancient and long-standing fierce beast, is rarely seen in the cultivation world nowadays, and its true appearance, even if it is Song Lin, has not been seen, but the legend about it has always been spread in the Song family, and it has never stopped.

It is said that this beast has no flesh and blood, and only one vertebrae in its whole body, which is extremely hard and indestructible, and even the best defensive magic weapon cannot withstand the force of its blow.

The most terrifying thing is that this beast likes to eat bones, not flesh and blood, once someone makes a big mistake and is punished to the cold snake pool, the final outcome is that the bones of the whole body are devoured, and the flesh and blood will not be damaged.

One can imagine what it would be like for a person to have their bones removed from their whole body.

The pain of being paralyzed on the ground, turned into a mass of flesh, and not dying immediately, just thinking about it, makes me feel creepy.

It's no wonder that Song Mu was punished for going to the Cold Snake Pond to face the wall for a hundred years, and everyone looked at him with sympathy, while he himself was like ashes.

"Don't go yet!"

Seeing that Song Lin was stunned in place, he didn't act for a long time, and immediately opened his mouth to shout.

With the Qing Soul Incense, he would naturally not be in danger, but when he thought of the horror of the bone dragon, Song Lin was still a little timid.

"Wanchen, do you know what kind of demon beast the bone dragon is?"

Qiao Yuan saw that the people of the Song family around him were obviously very frightened, and a sense of uneasiness gradually grew in his heart.

Ling Wanchen subconsciously clenched his left hand, his delicate body trembled slightly, and told all the legends he had heard about the "Bone Dragon".

After listening, Qiao Yuan's brows furrowed tightly into a Sichuan character, and his eyes were more solemn.

He knew that to be regarded as a guardian holy beast by the Song family, that bone beast must not be simple, and I am afraid that his strength is at least not weaker than that of the Song family patriarch.

Unexpectedly, the bones of the bone dragon were so strong that even the best defensive magic weapon could not resist, of course, there may be exaggeration, but no matter how exaggerated, Qiao Yuan didn't want to touch it.

Just now, his Li Beast Shield had been damaged in order to resist the blow of the War God Axe, and if he encountered the Bone Worm again, presumably his only defensive magic weapon would also be scrapped here.

"I'm going to stop Song Lin!"

Suddenly, a hint of determination flashed in Ling Wanchen's eyes, in this case, she could no longer hide behind Qiao Yuan, she had to do something, otherwise Qiao Yuan's pressure would become more and more intense.

"No, you're not married, so you're no match for him. ”

Qiao Yuan barely thought about it, and then opened his mouth to refuse her, no matter what, he couldn't let Ling Wanchen take risks, this was a man's responsibility.

A warm current surged in Ling Wanchen's heart, smiled sweetly, and spoke confidently.

"I am the inheritor of the God of War, and I have a bloodline suppression of them, don't worry, no matter what, I will not have an accident in the Song family, and ...... Don't underestimate me. ”

"But ......"

Qiao Yuan was still a little uneasy in his heart, and was about to say more, but he was glared at by her beautiful eyes and directly interrupted in a tough tone.

"I said okay, can't you just let me take some of the pressure off you?"

After speaking, Ling Wanchen suddenly felt that these words were a little too straightforward, and suddenly her cheeks flushed, she snorted coldly, and directly rose into the air and chased after Song Lin.

This time, Qiao Yuan did not dissuade again, but looked at the red-clothed figure in the distance, with more tenderness in his eyes.

But just in an instant, the tenderness turned into cold light again, Qiao Yuan waved the silver spear and went straight to the Song family patriarch, and at the same time separated his divine sense and continued to control the black round wheel, so that the middle-aged scribe and the other three early Yuan Infant monks could not get out.

Ling Wanchen was extremely fast, chasing after Song Lin, although her cultivation was a big step behind her, she was in excellent condition, and she had a bloodline to suppress, but in a moment, she stopped Song Lin.

Her eyes were cold, she didn't say a word, and her face was undisguised with disgust.

In the Song family, what Ling Wanchen hates the most is this Song Lin, every time she goes out, this person must come up and entangle constantly, and because of her identity as a young patriarch, she can't be angry yet, she has long been holding back a fire in her heart, and she can finally vent it openly at this moment.

"Holy Maiden, what are you?"

After a pause, Song Lin looked at Ling Wanchen's beautiful face stupidly, with three points of coldness and seven points of domineering, not only did it not make people feel uncomfortable, but there was an urge to surrender under the skirt.

"Beat you!"

Ling Wanchen's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and with a cold snort, the whole person turned into a rainbow light, her right fist was clenched, the blood in her whole body immediately boiled, and a huge humanoid phantom slowly formed behind her.

The phantom had no head, only a body, rough skin, strong muscles, and deep scars crisscrossing the bones, as if it had been battle-hardened.

As soon as it appeared, it made Song Lin tremble uncontrollably, and the blood flow in his body accelerated, as if shouting, making him surrender and worship, as if his descendants had touched their ancestors and did not dare to be disrespectful.

Not only him, but also the other members of the Song family, and even those people of the Qi Refining Clan, after seeing the phantom, all of them knelt down tremblingly, and the awe in their eyes seemed to come from the soul, and they couldn't restrain themselves.

The power of the saint is a blockbuster!

On weekdays, Ling Wanchen is not visible, and most of the Song family only know that the saint has a noble status, but they don't know that in the bloodline, the saint has the absolute right to suppress.

At this moment, Ling Wanchen was high up, like a queen, accepting the worship of thousands of people, and Qiao Yuan was completely shocked.

And in the eyes of everyone's awe and shock, Ling Wanchen's punch also landed on Song Lin, who was trembling.

Hearing the sound of cracking bones, his ribs were almost all shattered, and his mouth was opened, blood gushed out like a spring, and the whole person was like a kite with a broken string, flying backwards rapidly.

"All the elders of the Jindan period, stop the holy woman and buy time for the young patriarch. ”

The Song family grew angry and immediately opened his mouth to roar, and because of this small distraction, he was almost shot through the chest by Qiao Yuan.

The two of them each held divine weapons, and they fought each other for hundreds of rounds, but they were still indistinguishable, and what surprised the Song family patriarch even more was that every time the battle axe collided with the silver spear, he seemed to be able to feel the wailing of the war god axe, as if the axe spirit inside it had been traumatized.

In fact, he didn't know that the Liuyin Cloud Breaking Spear also had a tool spirit, and the tool spirit was much stronger than the axe spirit that imitated the God of War Axe.

After all, this axe is just an imitation, and if you take out the real God of War Axe, it will be possible to fight with the Liuyin Cloud Breaking Spear.

This side is still stale, and over there, although Song Lin is seriously injured, his cultivation foundation is there, and he will not lose his mobility, but he looks at Ling Wanchen's gaze, and there is no longer obsession, only fear and awe.

The scene just now had already left a shadow in his heart, I am afraid that after this time, Song Lin would no longer dare to pester Ling Wanchen, and maybe if they met, they would go around the road.

However, with the order of the Song family patriarch, those Jindan Stage elders had to grit their teeth, suppress the awe in their hearts, and separated from each peak one after another, flying towards Ling Wanchen.

They didn't want to be able to defeat the Holy Maiden, they just wanted to be able to stop for a moment and buy time for Song Lin to go to the Cold Snake Pond.

"White Moon!"

Qiao Yuan saw that more than thirty Jindan period monks surrounded him at once, and suddenly his eyes were murderous, and he raised his head to the sky and shouted.

The cheers were like thunder, and the roar spread in all directions, and the shaking heaven and earth seemed to be trembling.

At this moment, the still water peak, which is more than 700 miles away from here, was originally quiet and peaceful, but after Qiao Yuan drank loudly, a silver wolf roared out, jumped down, climbed to the top of the mountain, and raised his head to the sky and let out a wolf howl.

"Whew!"

This howl spread in all directions, as if it was responding to Qiao Yuan, and at the same time, it also alarmed the Song family members in the dozens of nearby peaks.

You must know that at this moment, as long as there is no death pass, and the Song family members who have cultivated above the Jindan period, they are all on the edge of the mountain protection array.

Therefore, the people who stayed here were basically the families of those Jindan stage monks, and most of their cultivation was to build a foundation and refine qi, even if there were one or two Jindan stage monks, in front of Bai Yue, they were powerless.

The reason why Qiao Yuan left Bai Yue in Jingshui Peak was a ruthless move, once something really happened and he couldn't leave, this ruthless move could play a vital role.

At this moment, although it had not yet reached that point, seeing that Ling Wanchen was surrounded by more than thirty Jindan stage cultivators, Qiao Yuan couldn't care so much.

Today, either the Song family is destroyed, or they are dead!

That being the case, then let's kill it and let the Song family feel what the ultimate pain is.

Bai Yue seemed to be able to feel Qiao Yuan's murderous intent, her eyes turned red, and she disappeared directly on the top of the mountain, appearing on the peak closest to Jingshui Peak.

On this mountain, there are not many monks, only a hundred, and at this moment, they are all gathered at the top of the mountain, looking at the direction where the Song family patriarch is located.

Hearing that wolf howl, everyone was terrified and a little at a loss, but the appearance of Bai Yue made everyone frightened and fled in all directions.

The next moment, the screams came and went, and Bai Yue did not have the slightest soft-heartedness, and often with one claw, the bodies of seven or eight people exploded, turning into a blood mist.

No one could withstand his claws, and even a monk in the late Jindan period who had just been alarmed and had to end his retreat died in a daze without understanding the situation.

"Patriarch save my ......"

"Ten Elders, help...... Ahh

"Daddy,...... Help me, I don't want to die!"

A large number of clansmen were slaughtered, making these low-level monks who were powerless to resist desperate, desperately fleeing, screaming at the same time, although they knew that this voice could not reach seven hundred miles away, but still had a glimmer of hope.

There are also smart and calm clansmen, in a panic, they took out the communication talisman to convey the tragic news to the Song family patriarch.

For all this, Bai Yue did not stop it, killing people was not its purpose, its purpose was to attract the Song family people over and share the pressure for Qiao Yuan.

Seven hundred miles away, Qiao Yuan was still inseparable from the Song family patriarch, and Ling Wanchen was also completely dragged down by more than thirty Jindan stage monks, Song Lin forcibly suppressed his injuries, bypassed the battlefield, and flew directly towards the inner peak.

But not long after he flew out, he suddenly saw the inner peak area, and more than a dozen communication talismans flew one after another.

Song Lin's eyes flashed with doubts, he grabbed one casually, and as soon as his divine sense probed, a desperate scream that made his heart tremble immediately came from inside.

"Patriarch...... Help me!"