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Chapter 68: Vines and Cold Snow

It seemed that the battle was fierce, the battle was not over yet, seeing that they were in a hurry and didn't even collect the loot, Wang Lingxin guessed that it must be the Xiuzhen Alliance that had failed miserably, abandoned the sect station of Xuanmumen, and retreated, while the Yanyun Continent Xiuzhen Alliance Army took advantage of the victory to pursue. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

So now they must still be fighting, but they are constantly retreating, shifting the battlefield.

Lingxin was worried about Qian'er's safety, so she didn't pay attention to these, waved her hand to collect a few storage bags around her, and flew away looking for bloodstains.

Lingxin's top priority is to find Mu Sen and others, so that he can know what Xiaoqian's situation is now, where is life or death, if Xiaoqian dies, Lingxin doesn't know what to do, anyway, Lingxin doesn't want it to happen in this situation.

In fact, what Lingxin didn't know was that Xuanmumen suffered this catastrophe, and no one cared about anyone during the war, not to mention that they didn't know whether Lingxin was still alive in their hearts, so soon no one in Xuanmumen cared about Qian'er's whereabouts.

Lingxin later knew that he was also very angry, but he only hated the hot and cold world, and he couldn't complain about anyone, who could take care of anyone in that situation.

Lingxin galloped quickly, and soon heard the sound of fighting, this is the place where the teleportation array to the Hidden Dragon Continent is located.

Seeing that they were invincible to the Yanyun Continent Xiuzhen Alliance, the Xiuzhen Realm Alliance suddenly retreated.

They fought and retreated, all the way to this portal, the portal, in the clouds, and only a few people at a time could be teleported, so the high-ranking monks stayed to resist, and the other monks left one by one.

Soon the spiritual heart arrived, and at this time, only the elder monks were left in the entire Xuanmu Gate Cultivation Alliance. There are only Mu Sen, Mu Ming, Mu Cheng, Mu Li, and Mu Yuan left in the Xuanmu Gate. Mu Xuelin took the Xuanmu Sect disciples to the Hidden Dragon Continent.

When Lingxin saw them, he didn't care about the monks of the Yanyun Continent on the periphery, and flew straight towards Mu Sen and the others.

"Junior, you actually ignore us and others, I see that you must be a monk of the Xuanmu Gate, since this is the case, then stay. Han Mengran saw that Wang Lingxin actually flew by without any scruples, and he was very unhappy to be ignored, so he grabbed it with a big hand, and a cloud of black gas emanated from his hand, and the black gas turned into a huge black phantom and grabbed Lingxin with a giant hand.

Lingxin has no combat experience, although he has just finished his retreat and cultivation this time, has a variety of exercises and spells, and is full of confidence, he was still caught off guard and was caught.

Lingxin was stunned for a moment, and before he had time to resist, he was thrown out by a strong force, and then spit blood from his mouth, and the bones in his body were about to scatter, and then Lingxin felt a black gas rush into the wound and scurry in Wang Lingxin's body.

Lingxin was secretly frightened in his heart, the Nine Netherworld Poison, the Poison of the Cold, but suddenly thought that the original Nine Netherworld Poison in his body did not know when it disappeared, and he was happy in his heart, knowing that the Wood Spirit Holy Body of this Wood Dao was stronger than the Water Spirit Holy Body, and it was worthy of being the Shennong Holy Body, and it seemed to have the power of a hundred poisons.

And Lingxin thought that the Psychic Pure World Flame also seemed to have an extraordinary effect on healing and detoxification, and he was happy in his heart, but fighting with this master, the pain was unbearable, although it could not hurt his life, but Lingxin was not willing to suffer by himself.

The Psychic Pure World Flame was invoked, circulating through the meridians of the whole body, and soon exhausted all the residual poison in the meridians of the whole body.

Lingxin smiled and stood up, the painful expression on his original face disappeared, and his body recovered as before, Han Mengran was shocked in his heart, this kid is really not simple, I don't know where it came from.

Since the spiritual heart has cultivated to the Transformation Yuan Period, and since he has cultivated the Heaven and Moon Covering Technique, few people have been able to see through his condition, and in the eyes of outsiders, he is just an ordinary person.

And now, the Heavenly Transformation Bead has turned into a heavenly eye, which appears at the eyebrows of the spiritual heart, and is hidden by the spiritual heart in the hair strands in front of the forehead.

Han Mengran just wanted to kill Lingxin again, but seeing Lingxin provoked like this, he was very upset in his heart.

Seeing that Han Mengran was going to attack Lingxin again, Mu Sen and the others couldn't sit still, and they shot one after another, how to say that Lingxin was also a person on the side of their Xiuzhen Alliance, and the battle that had just stopped for a short time had once again entered the white-hot heat.

Mu Sen's cultivation has reached the late stage of the merger, and few people are his opponents, but Han Mengran of the Guanghan Palace is now an extraordinarily evil sect, although his cultivation is in the early stage of the merger, but his combat effectiveness, Mu Sen is not as good as him, often, only parrying.

Han Mengran didn't bother to pay attention to Wang Lingxin when he saw that the battle had started again, and flew straight towards his old opponent Mu Sen.

The one who came to greet Wang Lingxin was another monk from Guanghan Palace, it seemed that his cultivation was in the late stage of distraction, and he entered the merger in one step, which was a high-level official of Guanghan Palace.

At this time, he obtained the true inheritance of Han Mengran, and the black qi of the evil sect roared in the battle with Wang Lingxin's spells.

For a while, all kinds of brilliant spell lights were everywhere in the field, and the clouds of black qi swimming in them seemed so discordant.

Of course, at this time, everyone does not have the time to appreciate the beautiful pictures intertwined with these gorgeous and colorful spells, and the strong fight is not allowed to be distracted, and often a gap may become a breakthrough in failure.

Lingxin was also miserable at this time, the spell of the monk of the Guanghan Palace seemed to have formed a restraint on Wang Lingxin, one was the spell attack of death silence, the other was the spell of the wood spirit qi that represented the infinite vitality of the green, and all kinds of vines were initially poor.

At this time, Lingxin was holding a wooden sword in his hand and fighting with the monk who exuded a black cold aura.

"It's not easy to boy, you can survive so long in my hands, your body must be in a mess at this time, the taste of the Nine Netherworld Poison is not comfortable. Haha, wait to die, Lao Tzu will have a good time with you and see how long you can last. The monk of Guanghan Palace, who didn't know what his name was, kept attacking Lingxin, and his mouth was still dry, saying some indecent words.

"Hehe, Nine Nether Poison, what kind of garbage, I'm not afraid of your grandfather, look at how I dismantle you. Wang Lingxin secretly wanted to scold the other party in his heart, this kind of Nine Netherworld Poison is very powerful, although it does not pose any threat to Wang Lingxin, but whenever the spiritual heart contaminates him, the pain is unbearable, fortunately, the Psychic Pure World Flame protects the Lord in time, otherwise only with the immunotherapeutic effect of the toxin of the Wood Spirit Holy Body, I don't know when I will be able to completely eliminate this pain.

I saw Wang Lingxin wave with one hand, deliberately absorbing the black qi emitted by the monk of the Guanghan Palace with the Qiankun Wuji Technique, and then entwining the Spiritual Pure World Flame, which was refined and absorbed. Immediately, I felt that my cultivation had made great progress, and then I had a plan in my heart.

The vines in the sky, flying like a net, shrouded me.

The cold air, the snow flying all over the sky, freeze it for me.

The breath of the water spirit, incarnated into thousands of snow, dissolves in the wood spirit, and is both thousands of vines.

I saw countless vines flying up from the earth, and then there was cold snow in the sky, and the spiritual heart suddenly dispersed, and the general mind entered the water and thunder primordial god, and escaped into the snow, and the other half of the mind was combined with thousands of vines.

At this time, the spiritual heart is a snowflake, a vine, and it does not distinguish between each other.