Han Yuan stepped over the shattered bones on the ground, and the spirit ghost phantom step was even more run by him to the extreme, and even a faint black phantom was brought up behind him, as if it was flying on the flat ground. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info In his consciousness, he could feel that there were creatures of all sizes moving around him at a rapid pace. At such a life-and-death juncture, all beings tacitly chose to flee for their lives, even an attractive flesh and blood body like Han Yuan could not arouse any interest from them at this moment.

Although he felt a little tired from running at high speed, Han Yuan still forced/forced himself to infuse his spiritual power into his legs, not daring to pause in the slightest. As long as he slowed down, he might be swallowed up by the terrible dark cloud behind him. It was as if he was in a race against Hades, and there was only a line between life and death.

Hurry up, hurry up!

Han Yuan almost roared. He felt like he was about to fly out of thin air, and the potential of his whole body exploded at this moment, just to find a glimmer of life. However, after all, he was still a Qi cultivator, and he couldn't fly with a weapon, no matter how fast his legs were, how could he compare to the wings of a mosquito?

Out of the corner of his eye, he could already see the huge shadow cast behind him, and the dark clouds composed of countless bloodthirsty ghost mosquitoes covered the sky and the sun, weaving a net of heaven and earth, trying to cover the cold abyss as a head. The noisy "humming" sound became clearer and clearer from far and near, as if it was the drum of death, announcing the imminent end of countless lives.

Can't escape?

The shadow of death enveloped the cold abyss and made him shiver. This was the closest he had come to death, even closer than being hunted down by the Han family's foundation building monks before. However, the more moments like this, the clearer Han Yuan's mind became. He pursed his lips tightly, his brain spinning, hoping to find a way out.

An arrogant mosquito landed lightly on the back of Han Yuan's neck, stretching out its mouthparts as sharp as a needle to stab it. Silver swung his pincer violently, and the small pincer flashed with a silver aura, and clamped it in two. Han Yuan's body lit up with a faint cyan body protection aura, and the white bone dagger in his hand waved impenetrable, and in a few breaths, the corpses of more than a dozen vendogenic ghost mosquitoes fell to the ground.

But Han Yuan knew very well that this was only temporary. Dozens of bloodthirsty ghost mosquitoes with three layers of qi training, he can ignore them. But when the dark clouds of ghosts and mosquitoes that cover the sky and the sun arrive, he will be completely submerged in it, and then stay in this place forever.

You can't escape. Unless...... He'll be able to find a way to dodge this legion of vampthirsty mosquitoes!

Han Yuan stared at the ground, where a thick layer of bones had piled up, and there were barely any gaps to be found. He suddenly gritted his teeth, and with the ice power of the Frost Sacrifice Sword as the introduction, the spiritual power of his whole body exploded, and with the tip of the Frost Sacrifice sword as the center, dozens of small droplets like ice crystals suddenly condensed, floating in the air.

These water droplets seem exquisitely clear, but in fact, the refraction of light clearly contains / huge power. Han Yuan didn't dare to be stingy with his spiritual power, taking advantage of the silver and the blue snake to block the bloodthirsty ghost mosquito, he flipped his hands violently, and several handprints were punched out one after another, and the dozens of droplets of water immediately solidified into frost, and then gradually expanded, as if dozens of miniature frost sacrifices were floating in the air.

As soon as this sword-shaped frost came out, the wind and snow immediately stirred, the sword qi was awe-inspiring, and the surrounding temperature dropped a lot in an instant. The light was refracted in the frost, the cold light flickered, and every tiny white light carried the coldness of the forest, and it was a sharp sword light. And this tiny ice sword was not pointed at the bloodthirsty ghost mosquitoes gathered behind him, but all pointed down at the skeletons all over the ground!

All of this is a long story, but it is actually just a few breaths. Before that black and red cloud completely descended, dozens of ice swords had already spun rapidly, setting off a violent storm of ice blades, and the killing intent was hidden in the white wind and snow.

It was as if countless pieces of ice had condensed into sword blades and slashed down towards the ground!

A white luster flashed in the air, and with the Frost Sacrifice Sword as the guide, the storm formed by the ice blades fell to the ground with powerful spiritual power, and every piece of ice and snow was scraped on the ground. The fragile layer of skeleton was immediately lifted open by the storm, revealing a large hole in the center of the tip of the Frost Sacrifice Sword.

The storm had not yet dispersed, and the vampthirsty mosquitoes behind had already caught up. Han Yuan didn't care about the countless small sword qi in the air, and the whole person jumped into the cave, and several runes were punched out in his hands, which happened to condense the surrounding ice spiritual power that had not yet dispersed together, and his palms were spread out upward, and a thick ice wall was immediately condensed, completely sealing the entrance of the cave.

In the next second, countless bloodthirsty ghost mosquitoes fell from the sky, "banging" and hitting the ice wall, endlessly, as if there was a black and red mosquito rain in the sky. Looking out through the ice wall, there was barely anything to see except for a dense mass of vampluster mosquitoes.

Almost instantly, several thin cracks cracked in the ice wall. Han Yuan didn't dare to slack off, his palm was against the ice wall, and the palm of his hand threw out a trace of spiritual power, constantly transforming his poison control spiritual power into the power of the ice system, repairing the cracked ice wall.

Cracks, drops of melted ice water, were immediately covered by a new layer of ice walls. Han Yuan couldn't remember how many times he had reinforced, so he could only keep putting his spiritual power into it to compete with the group of vampthirsty mosquitoes.

The tiny sword qi in the air cut small openings on the naked/exposed skin of the cold abyss, and if it weren't for this thick wall of ice blocking the perception of the mosquito swarm, I am afraid that they would have swooped down frantically along the fragrance of blood. Although there were still quite a few vampluster mosquitoes spotting him, it was too much better compared to the almost endless cloud of mosquitoes.

It wasn't until the last vampthirsty mosquito left angrily that Han Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, full of a sense of happiness for the rest of his life, and the whole person almost collapsed in this small hole. His hands were red and swollen from the ice cubes, and his whole body was covered with thin bloody wounds, which could be described as wounds on top of injuries, and he looked very pitiful.

This series of actions just now is simply a rubbing shoulders with black and white impermanence, and there is a battle with the bull head and horse. Even if Han Yuan has always been calm, but when he eases up at this moment, he feels cold all over his body, his heart is pounding, and he shouts luck.

If his reaction was one step slower, if he hadn't thought of a way to hide underground and escape the perception of the mosquito swarm, if he hadn't practiced all kinds of spells hard in normal times, if he hadn't obtained the Ice Blade Thousand Flashes from Meng Fanlin's hands, if he didn't have the Ice Attribute Frost Sacrifice to guide the Ice Blade Thousand Flashes that surpassed his current strength...... If there is any of the above, as long as there is one, his cold abyss will now be a dry bone.

I have to say that being able to escape from the mosquito swarm this time is a double combination of luck and strength. Changing to an ordinary Qi cultivation period disciple, it is absolutely impossible. Even if the old monster Meng Fanlin was here, he might not be able to escape.

Han Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat and blood from his face, cautiously shrank into the hole in the ground, and did not go out directly. What if the group of vamplust mosquitoes hadn't gone far and felt the breath of his blood before they could kill him? Of course, he wouldn't act recklessly.

Moreover, that group of terrible bloodthirsty ghost mosquitoes left so easily? No matter how Han Yuan thought about it, he felt that this matter was a little illusory. It is very strange that only a few hundred mosquitoes hit the ice wall with such a large swarm, and then quickly leave after finding it difficult to crush. If you can escape the predation of the foraging mosquito swarm just by hiding underground, how can this vampluster mosquito be ranked among the top ten demon beasts of the Qi cultivation period that you can't provoke the most?

The mighty dark clouds swept by, and the sound was heavy and the rain was small, and it was more like an escape, an escape from something terrible, than a hunt!

Han Yuan looked up sharply and looked at the dark sky.

Even the last rays of sunlight had been lost in the gray sky, the wind howled, and the lightning bolts could be faintly seen flickering in the inky black clouds. A thick gray aura surged in the air, and its chaos was a hundred times greater than before. The low-level elixir that emerged on the ground withered at a speed visible to the flesh/eye, and its vitality was obviously worn out by some kind of force. Everything as far as the eye can see is filled with an ominous aura.

Han Yuan looked at all this in front of him in a daze through the ice wall, and a cold air rushed from the tail vertebrae all the way to his neck. Such a terrible sight could only remind him of the most terrible disaster on this plain of bones—the Hurricane of Bones!

The Bone Hurricane, a terrible wind that blows from the deepest part of the Plains of Dry Bones, comes once in about a few decades, and no one knows why or when it will occur.

This bone hurricane was extremely strange, it seemed to blow out of the ground, and its huge force was able to almost overturn the entire plain of dry bones. It is composed of an extremely chaotic yin aura that can disturb the mind and plunge people into extreme fear and brutality. Not only that, but every stream of air is as sharp as a knife, even if the hardest bones fall into the wind, they will break inch by inch, and the flesh and blood will be crushed into powder and scattered on this dry bone plain.

In the face of such a natural disaster, even the Jindan monk could not escape, even the strength of the foundation building monk would not help, as for ordinary Qi cultivation period disciples, it would be no different from ants. All living beings, as long as they fall into the hurricane of bones, will end up in pieces. There was once an elder in the infancy stage who deliberately went into the wind to investigate, but before he entered/entered the eye of the wind, he was already covered with bruises, and no one dared to enter/enter it again.

Therefore, the depths of this Dry Bone Plain are also a forbidden place, and even the most daring disciples only dare to operate on the periphery of the Dry Bone Plain. The usual monthly examination of the outer door should be calculated to avoid the time of the bone hurricane as much as possible. It's just that this natural disaster, how can it be changed according to people's wishes? This time, the monthly examination just happened!