Lu Chen didn't care about this, his original purpose here was for this vein and the best spirit stone.

After calmly looking at it for a while, he put away the best spirit stone. Turning his gaze to those Nanxiang Valley disciples who were so frightened that they didn't even dare to make a sound, an expression of disgust appeared on their faces.

Thinking of the mountains of corpses piled up in Qianyumen Square, Lu Chen's heart surged with an inexplicable evil fire, which had burned in his heart for nine years, and now that the revenge plan had begun, Lu Chen naturally wanted to vent it in a big way.

Sen smiled coldly, and Liu Hong next to him also took two steps back in surprise.

In the Nanxiang Valley, where the smell of gunpowder had not yet dissipated, an astonishing murderous aura spread out, only to see Lu Chen's eyes revealing a fierce light, and he slowly took out the cold mist beads, looking at the open mansion that was thousands or even tens of thousands of feet, and his palm slightly carried an amazing energy.

The cold mist beads slowly flew over the center of the Nanxiang Valley, and ten thousand cold currents poured down like the end of the Milky Way.

At that moment, the vibrant Nanxiang Valley was wrapped in this cold current, and countless buildings, houses, trees, livestock, and even people were frozen into ice sculptures.

This cold snap did not mean to stop, and it spread to all corners of Nanxiang Valley before it eased down.

The huge iron gate in the north was eroded by the cold air and turned into a giant gate like an ice sculpture, and icicles rose from the ground in the Nanxiang Valley, turning the entire Nanxiang Valley into an ice hell.

Lu Chen didn't know how many people he had killed, and he didn't have the heart to count how many disciples of Nanxiang Valley had died under the cold mist beads and turned into ice sculptures, he only knew that if he didn't release the resentment and anger in his heart, he would definitely harm himself.

"If you want to blame it, blame it on You, who was born in Nanxiang Valley. ”

With an expressionless face, killing hundreds or possibly thousands, Lu Chen showed no mercy. Lu Chen knew that if he had put it in the past, he might not be able to do it. But since passing the test of the soul of the sixth generation hall master, his state of mind has completely entered the path of absoluteness.

The cold wind blew, and the few people who were left here were shivering.

Liu Hong could feel the resentment on Lu Chen's body, and he had the heart to persuade him at this moment, but why didn't he open his mouth.

Feng Rong, Ma Yuansoul, Duan Songde, Qi Xiuzhi, these early Jindan masters who lived for the rest of their lives after the catastrophe were all in deep fear and could not get out. It was the first time that they felt their hands and feet weak and unable to stand up.

Now these four people know how much mistake they have made, and they can't offend anyone who should die, they have to offend Lu Chen, a bad star.

That's Nanxiang Valley, thousands of disciples in the entire Nanxiang Valley have been frozen into icemen, and a large mineral vein has been scrapped in the blink of an eye, it's really terrifying.

The Howling Tiger struggled to get up, although he could feel the coldness all around, but the cold current, which was enough to freeze thousands of people, did not bring him the slightest sense of crisis.

He maintained his strength in the middle stage of foundation building because of the method of turning veins and melting blood, and he could be the happiest one to see this kind of scene except for Lu Chen.

The Han family in Nanxiang Valley has many evil deeds, and this result has been fantasized hundreds of times in his dreams, and his hatred is only weaker than Lu Chen.

"Haha, it's good to die, it's good to die~"