The three living golems were all relatively decayed, and their flesh and blood were actually a little dry, thinking that they had been refined into living golems a long time ago.

Bang!

Zhang Yuanhao's body under the black robe rioted, and he suddenly became troubled. An incomparably fierce golden scorpion totem condensed from its chest, a faint golden glow enveloped its body, and a boundless majestic force emerged from the totem, merging into Zhang Yuanhao's limbs.

A punch blasted out, smoke and dust billowed out, the air exploded, and a living puppet in the shape of a beetle monster insect that bore the brunt of it was hit head-on by the golden fist shadow, directly exploding into a blood mist in the sky.

Everyone was frightened by this terrifying punch, especially the lizardmen hiding in the encirclement of a large number of living golems, which were completely different from these ordinary living golems, and seemed to be no less intelligent than normal people, and hurriedly hid behind several tall living golems.

Awakened by its shrill screams, more and more frozen living golems are slowly breaking through the ice, and at a glance, the dense dense tall icicles melt and shatter, revealing the hideous living golems that emit hot steam all over their bodies, and the pieces are simply sensational.

Zhang Yuanhao only took a cursory look, and saw that hundreds of living golems were moving towards the snow-white shield protecting the female cultivator of the Snow Moon Sect and his own side with the boundless wind and frost sword qi.

"Su Qingmei, adjust the power of the sword formation to the maximum, be sure to slow down the speed of those live puppets as much as possible, I will try to kill that lizard within this time period!"

Zhang Yuanhao transmitted the voice to the leader of the female cultivators of the Snow Moon Sect who was under the protection of the shield, and it was also the person who controlled the Snow Flower Order.

The latter quickly understood and nodded lightly in the direction of Zhang Yuanhao. Inside the shield, the spiritual power luster around the five people instantly skyrocketed, and more and more frost sword qi flew out, creating an extremely low temperature environment that became more and more cold.

Fluttering!

Large swaths of frost and snow sleek with a subtle pure white frost sword aura floated on the slowly moving puppet. Even though their bodies were as red as a furnace burned red by a soldering iron, and the terrifying heat of steam emanated from them, they were gradually covered by the denser and denser frost and snow, and their steps gradually slowed down.

"Squeak-"

At this moment, the lizardman hid in the living golem with a large amount of frost flowers all over his body, and let out another strange sound wave that made his blood boil.

Zhang Yuanhao's eyes under his black robe lit up suddenly, and a blazing fireball of destruction condensed into the shape of an arrow in his hand, blasting towards an ape-like living puppet that swayed and pressed in front of him.

Bang –

The flames exploded, affecting several of the sluggish living golems nearby, causing their bodies to ignite with the flames of destruction. In an instant, the crimson flames of destruction burned brightly, enveloping the area of tens of meters nearby.

The lizardman hiding behind two living golems in obsidian chain armor saw the terrifying black figure disappear from his field of vision, and immediately became alert, allowing several live golems around him, leaving no gap.

Swish!

Just as the lizardman was waiting for the black-robed man to descend with full vigilance, it suddenly felt a majestic force surging under its body, and the figure standing on the ground was instantly lifted high by a foreign object under it.

"Squeak!"

The lizardman let out a high-pitched scream that pierced the eardrums, trying to wake up the slow-moving tall living golems beside them.

Whew!

A low sound of flesh tearing sounded, and the body of the petite lizardman who was lifted high instantly tore in half, and the bloody water organs snapped and landed on the surface of a red spiritual power shield under him, and then was incinerated into flying ashes.

"That's ...... ...... dead?"

In the distance, in a snow-white shroud.

The five girls who tried their best to maintain the Flying Snow Frost Sword Formation witnessed the bloody scene of the lizardmen who were arched up in the group being torn into two pieces, their eyes were a little dull, and their mouths were invariably muttering.

Especially one of the beautiful girls, her face was extremely pale, and her heart was uneasy.

If he was able to kill one of the Tsukiji under the guard of so many Tsukiji beings in this way, he must have been able to kill himself easily, right?

......

"Damn...... How is that possible!"

Cen Yu's four arm muscles, which were as thick as giant pillars, rose high, and with a loud bang, a three-foot-thick ice wall relief in front of him was torn apart, and three pairs of hideous and strange eyeballs twisted at the same time towards the figure of the remnant ice mantis flying away not far away, shooting out a ray as black as ink.

Bang!

A wall of ice condensed in mid-air by a large number of ice vines quickly took shape, blocking the pitch-black rays, and a deep pitch-black hole exploded on it, and wisps of pitch-black flames burned.

Xu Ningbing held the sword in one hand, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and his beautiful face was a little gray, but his beautiful eyes were shining. Her spiritual sense had already sensed the results of Zhang Yuanhao's battle in the distance, and when she heard Cen Yu's roar, she couldn't help but feel slightly relieved.

Lu Jin, a person he had never heard of, was he so strong?

I'm afraid that this genius cultivator with the best spiritual root qualifications will only fail miserably in front of him, right?

A few thoughts flashed in Xu Ningbing's beautiful eyes, and her deep heart was a little uneasy.

"Together, kill this wingman!"

Zhang Yuanhao's black robe fluttered lightly beside Xu Ningbing, and his slightly hoarse voice sounded, startling Xu Ningbing, who was thinking wildly.

Swish!

Without waiting for Xu Ningbing to respond, Zhang Yuanhao rushed out first, his body was shrouded in red spiritual light, and the three spiritual weapon flying swords were drip and coiled around his body, blood-colored soldiers and celestial phenomena emerged, and the fierce aura of golden light was hidden in it.

In the distance, without the sound waves of the lizardmen's boiling blood, a large number of living golems were covered in frost, and the heat on their bodies gradually decreased, and then gradually turned into ice sculptures. At this moment, only Cen Yu is still resisting.

"Ahh

Cen Yu's eyes twisted with difficulty, and the three pairs of jet-black flesh wings behind him fluttered, and he wanted to fly away.

But how could Zhang Yuanhao and the many who came riding the ice cockroach after him make him get his wish?

I saw that Zhang Yuanhao's body was like electricity, although he couldn't fly under the influence of the forbidden air array, but by gliding, a pair of arms quickly poked out from the black robe, covered with a layer of gray stone scabs, a thin golden glow surged, and five sharp golden claws snorted into Cen Yusheng's calves full of fine scales.

Boom!

The majestic force surged in Zhang Yuanhao's body, and he tore his huge demon body from the air and threw it on the ground with a bang, splashing a large amount of smoke and dust.

"Aang—"

The shattered ice cocktail was long overdue, and Xu Ningbing was like a fairy in the dust, dancing lightly in white gauze, and the cold air was like a cloud. A sword stabbed out, and it bloomed from the ice vines all over the sky, and went straight to the neck of Cen Yu, who was embarrassed and rolled to the ground.

Laugh at!

The ice sword, as thin as a cicada's wings, instantly sank into the scaly neck, pulling out a burst of black and smelly blood.

"Uh-"

Cen Yu's pitch-black flesh wings kept fluttering, and his arms were propped up on the ground, trying to stand up. Seeing this, Zhang Yuanhao charged up a little and punched out.

Rumble!

The huge demon body fell, like a hill tampling, stirring up billowing smoke and dust, and the strange aura that lingered in the crypt dissipated like a candle flame.

Cen Pardon, who refined himself into a living puppet monk of the Fake Dan Realm, died!