After the green bird dispersed, a blue scale emerged, and then flashed into the bowl in Ling Mufeng's hand. ##看xiao说必去##

And the palace costume saint nv, has also reached the end of the strong crossbow, her face suddenly sank, Yu hand flicked, exerted the last spiritual power of the body, in the side of a demon men Yuan Ying early stage monk Zhang Xu next to a blooming peach huā, and then exploded into countless huā petals jīshe, instantly caught off guard this person suffered a big loss, the body was cut into countless pieces, only the Yuan Ying escaped.

After this full blow, the palace costume saint NV also turned into a little spiritual light and scattered in the air.

Qingpeng and Shengnv turned away one by one, and immediately several monks in the middle of the Yuan Infant period freed their hands, and instead of helping those fellow men who were fighting with the monks of the Yuan Infant Stage of the Six Sects, they attacked the city wall one after another.

The monks of the Evil Dao, under the orders of these primordial old monsters, also followed closely behind, and once again came to the vicinity of the stone wall to fight with the monks of the six factions.

And the wild beasts and iron-armored corpses, in a short period of time, gathered more than a hundred under the stone wall.

The Great Array was once again facing a huge threat, and under the strong attack, there were bursts of violent spiritual light shaking, as if it could be broken at any time.

Zhao Di was surrounded by four mid-Yuan Infant monks, and couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly: "All of you Daoists have been famous for a long time, and you can't imagine that you can deal with an early-stage monk in the lower district, and you should bother the four mid-stage monks to join forces to besiege it, Zhao is really honored!"

"Hmph, the three of you don't need to do anything, this monarch will kill this son with his own hands!" The Evil Eye Demon Monarch was arrogant, knowing that Zhao Di was deliberately using words, and he didn't want to fall behind the words of besieging the low-level monks.

"He Lao Demon Monarch does it himself, huā and Heavenly Corpse Daoyou happen to be very interested in this person, why don't you just give us the two of us!" Huā Old Demon is afraid that Zhao Di will die in the hands of the Evil Eye Demon Monarch, and at that time, Zhao Di's treasures and spirit beast corpses will probably not have his share.

"It's extreme, it's extreme, a few years ago, this son sneaked up on and killed an elder of the Ten Thousand Corpses, and the Heavenly Corpse swore revenge!" the Heavenly Corpse Master echoed, he didn't want the Golden Demon Lord to fall into the hands of the Evil Eye Demon Lord.

"Whatever!" The Evil Eye Demon Lord held his own identity, and he was originally not very interested in Zhao Di, a monk in the early stage of the Yuan Infant, but after hearing what the two of them said, he turned into a flash of light and went to find Ling Mufeng's trouble.

Zhao Di didn't pay attention to the Heavenly Corpse Master and Huā Old Demon at all, but carefully inquired about the Sect Master of the Ghost God Sect, and never saw the old ghost Zhong who opened his mouth.

This person is mysterious, wearing a black sè cloak, wrapping his whole body, wearing a strange fanged demon mask, only two finger-thick holes in his eyes, and Yīn Sen's cold gaze shines through.

Zhao Di suddenly sacrificed the dream glass sword, and hit the sword body several times in a row, and the dream glass sword divided seven or eight purple sè sword lights wrapped in a layer of five sè spiritual light, and stabbed towards Zhong Lao's ghost.

At the same time, Zhao Di also flicked his fingers suddenly, flicking on the body of the Dream Glass Sword, which emitted a burst of high-pitched Sanskrit sounds, and suddenly layers of invisible sounds spread out to the surroundings.

Old Ghost Zhong didn't seem to be much affected by the Sanskrit sound, and at the same time, he also sacrificed a strange shield with a dark and vicious grimace pattern carved to block the sword light one by one and not fall into the wind.

Zhao Di's heart froze, and his mind moved, and he took the dream glass sword back into his hand.

At the same time, the Heavenly Corpse Master of Ten Thousand Corpses burst out a gray flame and slammed it towards Zhao Di, while the old demon Huā took out a peculiar talisman-like animal skin, on which was painted an image of an ancient beast with a four-winged white tiger, which was lifelike.

Huā old demon holds the animal skin in his hand, and there are words in his mouth, and he is holding the treasure in his hand.

Zhao Di didn't have the intention of fighting, and after the last round with Zhong Lao Ghost Jiao, he immediately passed an order to Bingfeng Jiao, who waved Jiao's tail lightly, and then disappeared with Zhao Di.

After a few flashes, Zhao Di escaped from the encirclement of several mid-Yuan Infant Old Monsters and rushed towards the vicinity of the stone wall.

Several old monsters were in hot pursuit.

Zhao Di and Ice Wind Jiao rushed into the crowd of cultivators of the Evil Dao Sect Dan Period, suddenly stopped, and turned around. ##看xiao说必去##

"Get out!" Zhao Di shouted, and then an order was passed to the Ice Wind Jiao under his feet.

With a long sigh, the Ice Wind Jiao suddenly opened its mouth, and instantly spewed out a stream of cold white gas that was dozens of zhang long and a few zhang thick.

The two unlucky monks of the Yudan period were contaminated with a trace of white gas, and they were frozen into ice cubes on the spot, and they fell fiercely on the ground hundreds of zhang down, splitting into countless fine ice corpses.

The cold air was still spewing out endlessly, and in an instant, a white cold cloud with a radius of more than 100 zhang was formed, and it was still expanding rapidly.

The nearby monk only felt an extremely cold aura coming from the cold clouds, and hurriedly flew away into the distance. Several Yuan Infant Stage monks also immediately stopped chasing in front of the cold clouds, the cold air around this cold cloud was extremely heavy, even the Yuan Infant Stage monks had to exert a layer of spiritual power to protect their bodies and isolate the cold in order not to be frozen.

It turned out that Zhao Dishen unknowingly hid the Ice Scepter in the mouth of the Ice Wind Jiao, and with the help of the Ice Wind Jiao's body, he sacrificed the spell of "Thousands of Miles of Ice"!

At this time, the scepter in Ice Wind Jiao's body was flashing with a faint layer of cold light, and countless spiritual lights poured out from the transparent high-grade ice spirit stones, turning into extremely cold streams of white gas, gushing out of Ice Wind Jiao's mouth, and converging into the cold clouds.

The cold clouds continued to expand, and after a few breaths, the spiritual power of the ice spirit stone was exhausted, and the ice wind Jiao finally stopped spewing out cold air, and at this time, the cold clouds were already hundreds of zhang wide.

The temperature near the stone wall suddenly plummeted, and the weather that was originally shining under the scorching sun suddenly became cold and biting, if it weren't for the protection of the great array, the low-level disciples of the six sects outside the hundred zhang would have frozen on the spot. Even so, they each sacrificed a thick protective shield to feel a little warmer.

And in the camp of the evil path cultivators hundreds of zhang away, they also felt the extremely low temperature, and the disciples in the Qi refining period cast defensive spells one after another.

The monks of the nearby Jiedan period had already escaped hundreds of zhang away, where did they dare to appear near Zhao Di, a delicate and amiable Yuanying monk who acted fiercely and viciously.

Zhao Di was wrapped in a thick layer of purple light, and coldly looked at the barbaric beasts and iron-armored corpses that were still pouring towards the stone wall under him, his eyes shrank, and a trace of killing intent flashed in his eyes.

Suddenly, countless ice picks fell from the cold clouds, big xiaoxiao, different shapes, some only a foot long, some were several zhang long. Under the cold clouds, a rain of icicles hundreds of zhang wide was formed in an instant.

A strange beast of Zhang Daxiao was rushing forward, and it happened to be hit by an ice pick several feet large, the skin of the strange beast was rough and thick, and it was almost undamaged, but the ice pick smashed into countless powders on the spot, turning into a ball of white sè cold air.

The strange beast was continuing to run wildly, and suddenly half of its body was cold, and the second half of its body was frozen into a large block of ice by the cold, and it couldn't move. As it struggled to pull its body out of the ice, another three-foot-long ice pick fell in front of it and slammed into the ground, also turning into countless powders and icy white gas, and as soon as these cold qi floated to the side of the alien beast, it immediately froze the front half of the alien beast's body!

At this time, the strange beast still put on a posture of rushing forward, and the big bronze bell-like eyes still flowed with a lifelike frightened god, everything was vivid, but it became a huge ice sculpture.

In the cold clouds, large ice picks continued to condense, and they continued to fall. These ice picks seemed to be extremely brittle, and once they hit the ground or the bodies of alien beasts and ironclad corpses, they would turn into countless powders and clouds of extremely cold white gas. Everywhere the white gas went, everything condensed into ice.

After seven or eight breaths, the cold clouds disappeared, and at this time, under the city wall, there was a crystal clear, and within a radius of more than a thousand zhang, all the ice was frozen.

Dozens of wild beasts and more than 100 iron-armored corpses were frozen into vivid ice sculptures in an instant, and there was no breath at all.

The battlefield was originally a mess, but it was shrouded in ice crystals, crystal clear but terrifying. The bone-chilling white gas gathered and did not disperse, and it seemed that even the air was frozen and solidified.

Whether it was the five major sects of the Evil Dao or the six sects of the Golden Flame Country, all the monks were strongly shocked by this scene, and the originally lively and unusual fight scene was silent at this time, and everyone was looking at the purple-clothed young man and the Ice Wind Jiao under his feet with very complicated feelings.

The Evil Eye Demon Lord, who has always been extremely arrogant, couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart at this time. He secretly speculated that if all these ice picks were attacked by cold qi towards him, with all kinds of means exerted with all his might, would he be able to save his life and not be frozen?

The old demon who turned into a demon men, in addition to being horrified in his heart, looked at the eyes of the Ice Wind Jiao, adding a little fanaticism!

On the side of the six factions, they were also shocked.

The terrifying power of this cold cloud ice pick can be seen by anyone, and none of them dare to imagine what the outcome will be if they are attacked by cold clouds.

"This, could this be the rumored Thousand Miles of Ice!" The monk surnamed Taixu Leng in the big array was particularly shocked and unable to calm down. As an ice spirit root and a cultivator of the Ice Technique, he is most familiar with the power of the Ice Spirit, and the cold cloud ice pick just now is exactly the same as the rumored Thousand Miles of Ice Sealing Spell!

However, the rumored Thousand Miles of Ice Seal was a high-level spell of the Yuan Infant Stage, and even if it was cast by a Yuan Infant Stage monk of the Jing Tong Ice Technique, it would require a lot of spiritual power and at least one or two hours of continuous casting.

And the "uncle" in front of him, who made him extremely jealous, actually had a dragon spirit beast that instantly froze for thousands of miles! Even witnessing this scene with his own eyes still made him feel a dreamlike sense of unreality.

The ice pick had disappeared for a dozen breaths, and it was still silent.

There was a crisp sound of "crackling", and a cracking sound came from the ice sculpture group under Zhao Di, and a crack more than ten zhang long appeared.

Immediately after, countless cracks appeared, crackling sounds continued, and after half a pillar of incense, these ice sculptures turned into countless broken ice, whether it was a wild beast or an ironclad corpse, they all became countless broken corpses at this time.

Zhao Di suddenly raised his eyebrows, held the dream glass sword, pointed to the distance, and shouted: "The old demon, dare to fight with Zhao!"

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To be continued)