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At the foot of the ice peak.

Fourteen masters of the ghost clan stood silently in the waist-deep snow. The snow pits around them were still vaguely still in the melee scene just now.

The black and strong man had gradually ran away in the bitter cold wind and the circling snow mist. His thick figure was taller again, because there was still a person carrying him on his shoulders.

"Old Wu..."

Another cold wind blew, and the sound of Guiqiu's words sounded.

Just as the thief was in a desperate situation and had no choice but to do anything else, he summoned the ghost doll again and caught everyone off guard. Since he was a ghost doll, he was inevitably more vicious and agile, so it was not difficult to defeat him. So he joined forces with Gui Chi to attack, with nothing more than another purpose. The lost ancient ghost doll is a rare treasure. If he can take it to his own use or learn from it, it will be another gain from the ghost clan's inheritance.

Unexpectedly, the seemingly reckless and stubborn ghost doll was completely controlled by the thief, and their cunning and deceitfulness were exactly the same. In a blink of an eye, they were actually escaped by them.

Ghost Doll, no flesh or life, is just a cold puppet. Therefore, the barrier restrictions he suffered were only 30% of that of ordinary people. Coupled with his body as strong as gold and iron, his strong strength, and the fierce black iron heavy sword, on the top of this ice peak, it looks like an invincible existence. And the little thief may be more difficult to deal with with with this kind of reliance.

"Within a radius of thousands of miles, it is the heavenly gate. How long can he escape with just a ghost puppet?"

Gui Chiyou looked into the distance and asked in a second question. He should understand Guiqiu's anxiety and said, "Even if he escaped from the forbidden area by chance, he could not escape from the snow!"

Guiqiu suddenly realized and nodded slightly: "What Mr. Wu said is not bad! If he really escaped from the forbidden area, he would no longer rely on it and regain the mysterious ghost holy crystal, it would be easy! In order to avoid accidents, he might as well disperse his hands..."

Gui Chi didn't say much, and swung his sleeves with a "pop", and his thin body jumped out of the snow pit, and then raised his hand and pointed: "Chasing——"

...

In the cold wind, snow and mist, a tall and weird figure was flying fast.

The waist-deep snow could not stop his long legs. The rise and fall were three to five feet, and then the flying snow was rolled up. The speed of the castration was dozens of miles in a flash. Looking back, the figures of Gui Chi and others were no longer seen in their spiritual sense.

Or, today's spiritual consciousness can only be seen dozens of miles away?

It’s okay, as long as you can get rid of those old ghosts, it’s enough to be grateful!

"Hey, Gongsun, it's amazing. If it weren't for the barrier, I'm afraid I won't fly to the sky for you!"

The reason why the figure is weird is that Gongsun is not running alone. Wujiu rode on his neck like a cloud and fog. Not only did he lose the hard work of running away, but he also threw Gui Chi away. Finally he was able to breathe a sigh of relief. While he was proud, he couldn't help laughing.

Gongsun's appearance is a surprise soldier. It is a very useful weapon in a critical moment. The reason why he can win is inseparable from his unjust tolerance and decisiveness. Finally, after a difficult battle, he broke out of the siege and escaped from the snow. He escaped from the snow, and he was the world's great responsibility, hey...oh...

Wujiu's smile twisted when he accidentally touched his arm's injury. He moaned, and he didn't dare to be proud anymore. While jumping up and down with Gongsun, he looked back and forth and secretly calculating.

I remember Guiqiu and others mentioned that the Heavenly Gate Guardian is a radius of thousands of miles. Not to mention escaping from the snowy land, it is not easy to escape from this forbidden area. Once the forbidden area is no longer bound by the forbidden area, there will be no limit on magical power and cultivation. Those old ghosts who are eager to take revenge can kill themselves anytime and anywhere. But even if they want to heal their wounds, there is only the last ghost light left. If they are besieged again, they will definitely die!

And adapt to the situation and try to escape from here. Even if you break one leg, you will be willing to do anything. In short, you have to survive...

Before I knew it, the snow in front seemed to become thinner. The howling cold wind became a little more violent.

Wujiu rode on Gongsun's neck, his torn clothes and hair were swept with the wind. At first glance, he was free and relaxed, and the bone-bone chill came, and his teeth trembled and his whole body was shaking. He was forced to drive his body-protecting spiritual power. Suddenly, he noticed an abnormality and shouted in a hurry: "Be careful..."

There is an ice slope ahead, without a piece of snow. Under the sunlight, there is a cold ice light.

Gongsun's long legs ran fast, and suddenly there was no obstacle. He jumped out six or seven feet away. Unexpectedly, just touching the ice slope, before he could jump up again, his feet suddenly slipped and fell down. He himself was invulnerable to the fire and was not invaded by swords and guns, and it would be okay to fall. The person he was carrying was affected and flew out with a "whoosh" until he was five or six feet away. He fell to the ground with a "bang" and then bounced up, and then fell a few times. Finally, he continued to slide to the sky with his back, screaming in his mouth.

"Brother, you fell to death, oh..."

Who left him with only one broken arm? He couldn't struggle at all, but instead fell and hurt, which made him feel a little sad and embarrassed.

Gongsun actually turned over and jumped up, stomped his feet and stepped on it. He stepped on the Bingpole for several gaps. But that's all, the hardness of the Han Bing can be imagined. As if he had vented, he walked over and then looked down at it. There was no trace of joy, anger, sorrow and happiness on his indifferent face.

Wujiu was still lying down, suffering so much that he wanted to continue to curse a few words. But looking at the tall figure in front of him who was silent, he could only sigh and slowly climb up.

It’s not a fault for Gongsun. The stupid guy only knows how to obey orders and thinks he is unlucky. I’ll help him pay attention to his feet next time. However, why is there no snow here...

On the empty ice slope, two people stood and sat on the other side. No matter they were each other, they were covered with thick frost. Gongsun, who was standing, looked even more sturdy and mighty; someone sitting was trembling and sad and helpless.

Layers of white smoke passed by, with a whimpering sound.

It was not smoke, but wind, a suffocating and unbearable cold wind. The cold fog in all directions circled and could not distinguish the direction at all. Above the head was a scattered sky light.

"Oh, there were ice peaks before, so the snow was heavy, there was no blockage here, and the wind was strong..."

Wujiu made some guesses and talked to himself.

As I said, as I gradually penetrated into the forbidden area, the wind and snow became more violent. If I wanted to walk through it, there might be unimaginable dangers.

"Brother Gongsun, please help me..."

Wujiu was about to stretch out his left hand, but hurriedly dodged again: "I feel pain..."

His left arm was wrapped in ice, and frozen blood could be vaguely seen, but he was afraid that Gongsun would not know the importance of it, so he hurriedly shouted pain. He had reached such a situation now, and he did not forget to be pretentious. In other words, he brought Gongsun by his side and was going crazy with him.

Gongsun also seemed to be understanding, leaned over and grabbed Wujiu's tendons and swung them, carrying him on his neck, and then turned around and stopped.

"Brother, why did you stop? Oh, you don't know where to go, let me think about it..."

Wujiu shook his left arm to wipe the ice chips on his face, blinked his eyes, suddenly his face changed, and he hurriedly urged: "Run quickly--"

...

A group of figures appeared on the ice slope, coming in a hurry, but they stopped one after another, wandering around in the cold wind.

"The little thief is still here just now, but he is gone in a blink of an eye?"

"The violent Xuanfeng here has caused the spiritual consciousness to become more chaotic. But in my opinion, the little thief has not gone far."

“How to find…”

"Anyone of you and me is enough to kill the thief, and avoid Xuanfeng and search separately. In order to avoid accidents, the three of them are together, but if there is any movement, they will immediately warn..."

The so-called mysterious wind refers to the cold wind near the barrier. Because it is too cold and life is forbidden, once the wind circles strongly, even the spiritual consciousness is difficult to cross. Just after it is chased here, the whereabouts of the thief cannot be found. The sky gate is thousands of miles away, so Gui Chi and Gui Qiu make a quick decision, and fourteen figures rushed into the distance...

...

Half an hour later, there were snow in front of me again. The cold wind blew and the snow mist filled.

The three figures stopped slowly and stopped and looked around.

These are the six-destined wizards of the three ghost clans who chased them all the way. As Xuanfeng weakened, there were still no trace of the thief in his spiritual consciousness.

"Two, the little thief did not escape here?"

"Hmph, he is lucky, otherwise I will be caught up with him and I will not be spared!"

"His ghost is extremely fierce, so be careful!"

"Old Wu has an explanation. As long as he avoids his sharpness, it is not difficult to win!"

"Old Wu told you not to be reckless and to warn you in time..."

"No need to say more, just look for it..."

"Wait, that's..."

At this point, a wizard raised his hand to signal.

Looking through the snow mist, a one-armed figure was shaking in the snow a few miles away, as if he was trying to escape desperately. But the strong black man no longer knew where to go.

The three of them changed their eyes and were all excited. They didn't care about it and rushed forward without thinking too much.

It's right. The one-armed figure is Wujiu's little thief. He is alone. He deserves his death to the forefront and his luck. Because no one cares about his life or death, the mysterious ghost holy crystal on him is the key. As long as he regains the holy crystal, he will make great contributions to the ghost clan. In the future, he will reward merits on his merits, or he can use the opportunity of the holy crystal to break through the realm. Is there any need to warn a junior who is dragging his body?

A few miles away, it is just a short while.

The figure a hundred feet away was indeed the thief himself. He was already panicked. Perhaps he was unable to escape, so he hid in the snow and was so scared that he never dared to show his head again.

The three ghost witches looked at each other and sneered, rushing to pounce on each other.

One of the old men still took a few steps. He was about to chase his two companions, but before he could jump up, his legs suddenly felt a huge pain and he couldn't help but thrust into the snow. At this moment, a strong black man suddenly jumped out beside him, neither saying nor making a sound, but the black iron heavy sword in his hand roared down.

Everything came too suddenly, and there was no sign in the spiritual consciousness. Unpredictable, the powerful and heavy black iron sword could not resist it.

"Ka——"

The body protection spirit collapsed.

"Crack--"

One head was fried to pieces.

Then another sword was slashed down, cutting off a piece of arm. The dead body stuck in the snow could not see any blood. However, a faint figure suddenly jumped out and shouted in panic: "There is an ambush, be careful-"

The other two wizards noticed it and had already changed their color in horror. Unexpectedly, the strong black man swung the black iron sword with his right hand, waved a piece of his arm with his left hand, and rushed over fiercely. The two of them no longer cared about chasing the thief and turned around and fled in panic.

The black and strong man was about to chase after him, but someone shouted: "Gongsun, don't chase the enemy, hurry up and take the old ghost's arm, I want to have a barbecue to make up for my debt..."
Chapter completed!