The old man who had no idea about Master Zangdi, in order to balance Qin Changhui, actually brought his younger brother Qin An in.

Qin Changhui woke up from the shock, the soft sword like a water snake bounced up from his waist, Qin Changhui pointed his sword at the ground, and shouted in the air: "You involved my brother, what are your intentions!"

At the same time, Ye Qingtian threw the ice dome feather coat into a feather, and the whole person was invisible.

In the same instant, Master Zang Di had already swept his sword with his eyes and feet, and swept past Qin An, who was hugging the ghost ape, and locked his thumb and index finger in front of Qin An's throat.

Immediately, Qin Changhui's frost-covered sword blade fell on Master Zang Di's neck, and behind Master Zang Di, there was also an invisible palm of fierce condensation against it, Ye Qingtian whispered coldly in Master Zang Di's ear: "Hand over the compass!"

"It's just for you! No need to speak coldly, Lao Tzu doesn't owe you!" Master Zangdi's eyes flew by, he tightened Qin An's throat with one hand, leaned into the heavenly dust bag with the other, pinched out the Qi Yin Frisbee and Yang Escape Turntable with two fingers, and shouted: "Next!"

The two compasses roared like meteors, and the two long arcs pulled into the distance, looking like they were about to fall into the Yin and Yang Sea Altar, although Master Zang Di was too busy to take care of himself, he still tightened Qin An's talisman, he was keenly aware that Ye Qingtian was no longer behind him, and immediately coerced Qin An's sword to retreat, and Qin Changhui hurriedly swung his sword to press.

The gliding Qiyin Frisbee was grabbed by an invisible palm, and immediately flashed and disappeared in mid-air. Ye Qingtian was about to chase another compass, and when he looked at the past, he saw that the masked man had flown to the Yang Escape Turntable, and waved his hand to take it into his pocket.

The masked man stood in the air, waited for a while, and found that Ye Qingtian was not going to ask for Yang Dun to put it on the plate, and he couldn't help but exclaim in his heart: "Ye Qingtian must not be afraid to stay long, and go towards the abyss of ice and clear!"

A long wind broke out behind the masked man, and the black and white tide surged, driving towards the dragon sundial pool at the end of the Yin Yang Sea Altar!

Suddenly, the Yin Yang Sea Altar swelled high, like a bulging of black and white hills, the hills gathered to the peak, the hundred-foot water waves exploded, accompanied by a deafening roar, one by one terrifying ancient divine beasts burst out of the sea!

The black and white dragon shadow was in the sky, and the tail of the Nine Heavens was swirling wildly, and in an instant, it had already split its head to chase after the masking man and Qin Changhui! In the flooding and swaying waves, a huge boat-like fish mouth suddenly rushed out, and it enthusiastically swallowed towards the Zangdi Master in mid-air.

The reckless and boundless black and white sea area is extremely turbid with the waves of thousands of zhang, Ye Qingtian is hidden in the troubled times, approaching the seemingly unattainable ice abyss!

In the next moment, the night-like darkness quickly enveloped the Yin Yang Sea Altar, and the dragon sundial pool at the end was still ancient and quiet, but it sank into the eternal night.

Above the earth, a hundred miles away, a devastating news broke out between the two armies of Hanging River and Flame Demon: "The Abyss of Ice - Stolen!"

Hanging River, the sky of wind and snow, the fierce figures of the four elders, like four arrows piercing the clouds, went straight to the Canghan Palace.

The boiling soup of the Tianhong Mohai, without the support of the four elders, the whale wave has fallen, the tiger wave has been weak, the main event is all on the shoulders of the wind worshipper Bai Chongyuan, he roared up into the sky, stepped on the clouds of the sky, and tried his best to support the Yitian Guard-the sharp wind and clouds, but it was difficult to maintain the waterfall in the sky, leading from the torrent of the Xuanxue River, and the defeated mountain fell to the ground and poured back.

Bai Chongyuan roared with a tiger, trying his best to support the vast Tianhong, looking at the earth, the water dog-like fire demon maniac in the river trough was fighting the trapped beasts, climbing to the high ground as if he was dying, and fighting to the death with the Hanging River army!

"Bang" even the wind whistled, three slashes of white thunderbolts, tearing out a corner of the shocking blue clear sky, Bai Chongyuan was exhausted, seeing the scarred Tianhong burst, is gradually being bridged, the water level of the river trough in the high ground of the Cold Palace has dropped sharply, giving the fire demon fanatics the opportunity to fly across the moat!

Bai Chongyuan's teeth were almost bleeding, this usually crazy demon wind worshipper, once a husband is in charge, he will be higher than the heavenly prince. He bared his teeth, his bloodshot eyeballs almost burst out, and he tried his best to put the blood into the river trough!

But the overwhelming sea has receded its anger, Yitian is shaking with a "hiss", and the rain vapor sticks to the pointed python beak copper ball, and there is a crisp sound of "collapse", the copper ball is torn apart, and the frenzy in the sky is receding more and more!

"I'll help you!"

A young man who was as sharp as an eagle shouted loudly and came through the clouds.

The young man resisted Bai Chongyuan's skinny back, Bai Chongyuan looked back in surprise, and his smile froze instantly.

In Bai Chongyuan's eyes, the young man's face reflected Bai Yan's death, Bai Chongyuan pushed Lei Shunyun away, and scolded hoarsely: "Get out!"

Lei Shunyun fell a few times in the sea of clouds, and then he mastered the Qingxi Sword and stood firm, he wiped the inexhaustible heavy rain on his face, and jumped off the sea of clouds reflexively, wanting to join the Hanging River army to fight to the death.

At this moment, a figure like autumn leaves swirled and planted from the clouds to the earth......

"Bai Fengshi!" Shun Yun exclaimed, rushed over and caught Bai Chongyuan, the Yitian guard in his hand had retracted into the candlelight, the copper ball suspended on the python's mouth was gone, and Bai Chongyuan's empty eyes were also blurred with flesh and blood......

"Bai, Bai Yan ......" Bai Chongyuan's hands pushed Shun Yun, and in his last trace of smell that was almost mad, he smelled that Lei Shunyun's Qingxi sword had the blood of Bai Yan that lasted for a long time.

"Get out!" Bai Chongyuan exerted his last bit of strength, like an arrow off the string, kicked Shunyun away, and fell into the air by himself! Lei Shunyun was alone, stunned in the stormy firmament......

The gray sideburns of the Great Elder of Frost and Cold were scratched like goose feathers by the wind, his face was like dead ashes, like a slap in the face, and his pale mouth trembled subconsciously.

Just like in the Cold Palace, Yan Sheng, who was originally full of ambition, was like a frosted eggplant in an instant, roaring and scraping his eardrums repeatedly, "The Abyss of Ice has been stolen - the Abyss of Ice has been stolen!"

"Yan Yuanyi!Lin Hua!Perform their duties, don't move the hearts of the army, and never let a demon disciple set foot on the high ground!" Yan Sheng's roar almost cried blood, and with a "stunned" sound in his mind, a cluster of maids hugged up and steadily supported Yan Sheng.

A violent anger of unwillingness and unbelief made Yan Sheng extremely irritable, and he angrily withdrew his maid, and almost hoarsely roared: "Where is Lei Lijun? Why don't you see Lei Lijun! Summons the four elders to guard the altar with me!"

In a flash of lightning, the four elders staggered down in front of the Cold Palace, Yan Sheng greeted him with an arrow, his head was dizzy with pain, he could barely hear his own words, and only shouted mechanically: "Great Elder, Ye Qingtian has been looking at the holy relic for a long time, it must be him!