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This is the consciousness that only the Wind Chill Demon King can have.

Unlike ordinary Wind Chill Demons, who have low intelligence and rely almost entirely on instinct, the Wind Chill Demon King already has a little spiritual intelligence, although he is equally ferocious, but for the threat of life and death, he has already learned how to dodge and escape.

Qi and blood were triggered, and the wound on the shoulder was visibly restored with the naked eye, and in a few breaths, the wound returned to normal, and there was no abnormality in sight.

With a flash of light in his eyes, Jiang Xiaobai looked at a blurry white mist, turned around and continued to move forward, the purpose of this trip was not this Wind Cold Demon King, but to extinguish the cold spirit.

After passing through this canyon, you should be there.

In the midst of vigilance, Jiang Xiaobai sped up under his feet, fortunately, the road was calm and peaceful, and after a stick of incense in the extreme speed, the white fog in front of him suddenly became thinner, and from a distance, he could vaguely see things.

Jiang Xiaobai's eyes lit up, and under a few blurs of his figure, his speed increased and he quickly rushed forward.

It's here.

This is the place where the Silent Cold Spirit is recorded in the Jade Slip.

Valley of the Winds.

There are four largest canyons in the Silence Ridge, and the Wind Valley is one of them, and in the four largest canyons, unlike the others, there is rarely a white fog in this Silence Ridge, and there is not even a place of white fog.

However, the degree of ice cold is the highest in the Silent Mountains.

Click!

As soon as Jiang Xiaobai stepped in, a layer of icy ice quickly covered him, forming a freeze, as if it was about to freeze him.

The body shook, and with a click, this layer of cold ice fell and fell to the ground.

With the cold environment of this place, Jiang Xiaobai felt that it was very difficult to survive if his cultivation was lower than the eighth layer of the condensation vein, and only the cultivation of the tenth layer of the condensation vein could he move freely.

Of course, Jiang Xiaobai is naturally not among them.

Looking up, in this valley of wind, there are several peaks that are not very high, strange rocks, no grass, bare, very desolate, only under a thick layer of ice, a trace of cold air current, whirring, from time to time through several peaks, hanging from the valley.

Jiang Xiaobai's expression was solemn, between several mountain peaks, one by one huge cyan pillars like heavenly pillars, distorted and void in the roar, and the power of ice and cold spread, the closer he got to it, it was like a heavenly knife sweeping wildly, that kind of edge, extremely terrifying.

Extinguish the cold wind!

This is the silent cold wind, forming a huge cyan tornado column, as if connecting the heavens and the earth, towering deep into the depths of the clouds, with no end in sight.

There are six tornado pillars in total, and a trace of silent cold wind that slightly overflows, the moment it breaks away from the wind pillar, it turns into a storm, swept away, and is weakened by the resistance of several peaks in the wind valley, even if it is divided into several small shares, the power is still strong, and from time to time it hits a mountain rock and shatters into several pieces, and then turns into debris and scatters all over the sky.

In the entire valley of the wind, because of the existence of the cold wind, under the cold, there is a kind of cutting force all the time, touching the skin membrane, faintly stinging.

Jiang Xiaobai had to operate his cultivation at this moment and attach himself to his clothes, so as not to be torn apart by the power of the valley.

And at this moment, he put on a black robe again, revealing only a pair of eyes to observe.

On weekdays, no one will come here in the Valley of Wind, because for some reason, the largest four valleys in the Silence Ridge, including the Valley of the Wind, although the most cold winds have been extinguished, but since ancient times, there has never been a cold marrow of Silence.

But today, Jiang Xiaobai discovered the aura of a monk.

The rows of messy footprints in front of you, although they have almost disappeared and are covered in ice, can still be barely detected when you look closely.

"It seems that someone has already made it to this place first. ”

Jiang Xiaobai thought secretly, these footprints were obviously traces left by the battle, and around these footprints, Jiang Xiaobai also found some signs of destruction after the battle.

No longer hesitating, Jiang Xiaobai's speed expanded, his body almost turned into an afterimage, and between his breaths, he was close to several peaks in the valley.

"Wind is not dead, just with your 'Wind God Mirror Technique', I'm afraid you can't help me. ”

"Then you try. ”

As soon as it was approaching, there was a sound of conversation from the top of one of the peaks, followed by a roar of blows.

From a distance, under the crushing of cyan and blood-colored light, it continued to explode, flickering on the peak from time to time, and the sound of banging continued, faintly, and even a sense of oppression.

Jiang Xiaobai's figure was stunned, and when he stepped again, he was more cautious, and when he hid, he quickly approached the peak.

"Qingyun Sect. ”

Jiang Xiaobai hid behind a boulder, stared intently, and his eyes froze.

Ahead is a relatively gentle place, behind one slope, it is already extremely close to the silence cold wind, the biting silence cold wind is constantly blowing, this place can already be felt firsthand.

At this moment, on the slope, one green and one red, under the staggered impact, energy overflowed, and potholes of different sizes continued to appear under these energies, and the broken ice turned into ice slag, accompanied by gravel, everywhere.

One of the cyan figures, although Jiang Xiaobai didn't know it, but the sign of a cyan long sword on his cuffs indicated that he was undoubtedly from Qingyunmen, and under the cyan long sword, there was also a green cloud embroidered, which was the symbol of Qingyun Peak.

"Closed disciple. ”

Jiang Xiaobai's eyes narrowed, the reason why he knew that the cyan figure was a disciple of the Qingyun Sect was because the "Wind God Mirror Technique" was really famous, like thunder.

"Aeolus Mirror Technique!"

Ahead, under the impact again, the two figures separated, and under the shape of the Qingyunmen person, his hands were opened, and his five fingers were palmed, and they were instantly closed when they were separated.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

Immediately, under the trembling of the figure, three afterimages were separated in an instant, and in the flash of blue light, the three afterimages appeared from the virtual to the real.

A total of four figures, exactly the same, the same momentum, at this moment, all hands are palms, a blood-colored figure is wrapped in it, surrounded by clusters, the eyes are full of blue light, a moment of momentum, erupted like a tsunami, I am afraid of the peerless.

"Town!"

The four figures opened their mouths in unison, and immediately pressed down with their palms, like four ancient sacred mountains falling, and the air was torn apart under the roar, that kind of oppression, which made the blood-colored figure under the palm of the hand show a solemn look in his eyes, and his face seemed to have a painful color, and a black rune paper appeared in his hand.

"The wind is unharmed, count you ruthless!"

The blood-colored figure opened his mouth hatefully, glanced at the Qingyunmen people, and the rune paper in his hand was immediately shattered, turning into a cloud of black light, wrapping the blood-colored figure, and under the fluctuations of the void, it disappeared in place.

Rumble!

And at this moment, the palms of the four figures fell almost at the same time, and the terrifying palm power bombarded down, and the ground cracked, deeply concave into a large pit of several feet, and at the edge of the big pit, dense cracks spread out in an instant, and the ground even shook.

At the same time, a circular wave of air, filled with smoke and dust, spread and impacted.

"Wind is fine, you're a madman. ”

When the smoke and dust cleared, the void not far away fluctuated again, and the blood-colored figure from before reappeared.

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