The cold moon is better than ice and snow, but it is completely different from the cold of ice and snow. This coldness is the extremely yin cold.

In front of the Leng Yue Sword, although it was a vast sun in the sky, Ma Shan only felt a crescent moon hanging in the air, scattering a wave of coldness, which made people feel cold.

After shivering, Ma Shan snorted coldly, sacrificed the glaze fire, and said to Chang'e: "What a power of Taiyin, I want to see today, what can your power of Taiyin do to me."

The flames in his hand surged and turned into a spear, and Ma Shan rushed towards Chang'e.

Both are weapons condensed by magic power, he didn't believe that Glazed Fire could be much worse than the power of Taiyin.

"I don't know how to live or die." Chang'e's face was calm, but her tone became extremely cold as the power of the Yin spread.

The cold moon sword in his hand turned into a afterimage, sweeping out a wave of cold light and slashing it on the Glazed Fire.

I saw that the originally burning fire, the extremely hot spear frozen in an instant, and then turned into gray under the Lengyue Sword without leaving a trace.

The power of Taiyin was deeply imprinted in Ma Shan's heart at this moment.

A panic flashed in his eyes, but he saw Chang'e slashing his face and trying to behead Ma Shan.

Ma Shan was not sure whether he could still save his life under the power of the Taiyin. After all, the aura was too cold, and it seemed to extinguish his flames.

"Oh, do you still have to take action by the prince himself?" Guanzhong, Yin Jiao's voice came, and there seemed to be a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.

A male and female sword came to stop Chang'e and save Ma Shan.

Fang Tian held the painting halberd in his hand, and a soul-falling bell floated above his head. Yin Jiao walked out of Lintong Pass.

Standing at the gate, he retrieved the male and female swords, and Ma Shan protected him behind him. Yin Jiao looked at Chang'e coldly, then looked at Bo Yikao: "You Bo Yikao, you dare to bring the army into the gate and rebel. Now the Japanese prince will kill you on behalf of his father and kill the entire Xiqi."

Three heads and six arms were transformed, and the three treasures were held in their hands. Yin Jiao swung the soul-falling bell, trying to scatter the souls of everyone, then rushed up, waved Fang Tian's painting halberd towards Bo Yikao, and took off Bo Yikao's head with a halberd.

Unfortunately, he finally underestimated everyone in Zhouying.

Except for Jiang Ziya, who was already very injured, whose soul was unstable by the falling soul bell, and she fainted on the ground. The rest of the people had the ability to protect their souls. They could only speak a little bit of a down-and-out bell, but they did nothing.

Chang'e's body is protected by the power of the Yin in her body. Only when she freezes human souls, there is no chance for others to hurt her soul.

Houyi was even more direct. As a great witch, he had no soul at all, and the Soul-falling Bell completely lost its effect on him.

Lei Zhenzi is the incarnation of Thunder and has the protection of Hongmeng purple qi. He is the future saint and is even less likely to be afraid of a soul-falling bell.

Even the down-and-out bell in the down-and-out formation was powerless to Lei Zhenzi at this moment.

Not to mention Bo Yikao, his body contains many great ways, including the Great Dao Tree and the Chaos Pearl, and he is even more capable of being the emperor's fruit position. In this case, he can still be injured by the Soul-falling Bell, so Bo Yikao will find a piece of tofu to kill him.

"Three heads and six arms? Interesting, but unfortunately, your three heads and six arms are quite flawed. I don't know how many rounds you can go through in the hands of my eldest disciple?" Bo Yikao smiled interestingly and reached out to stop Houyi and others who were about to take action against Yin Jiao.

He stretched out his hand and saw the realm gate in front of him, and Nezha was thrown out by Bo Yikao.

Looking at the situation in front of him, Nezha blinked his little eyes and was suddenly thrown out for some reason.

But someone in front of him used three heads and six arms, holding a Fang Tian Hua Ji in one hand, a sword in the other, and a small clock in the other hand, obviously calling him.

In this situation, Nezha didn't know that he was thrown out by his master again to carry the injury for him. After all, Bo Yikao did this when he once fought against Shen Gongbao.

He lifted up the red musket that had been cast through the artifact and had become the best acquired spiritual treasure. Two rounds of hot wheels appeared under his feet. Nezha shot at Yin Jiao with a shot, but he murmured with dissatisfaction: "I said, Master, just such a small character, you can just clean up, why throw me out? I'm busy practicing. I finally got the opportunity and my cultivation has caught up with Sister Huo Ling. If you let me be lost to Sister Huo Ling again, you will have to pay."

Even though he said this, his hands were not vague. He swept through with one shot. Even if Yin Jiao had three heads and six arms out, he was beaten back several steps.

Originally, seeing Bo Yikao suddenly throw a child out in front of him, Yin Jiao was about to mock him, but unexpectedly, he heard Nezha's words that were full of indifferent and did not take him seriously at all, and suddenly became angry, gritted his teeth and roared: "Okay, you young boy, dare to despise me so much. Today, the Japanese prince will tell you to know the power of three heads and six arms."

Yin Jiao soared into the sky, held the three treasures in his hand, and called Nezha again.

"Didn't you want to see who is better than your three-headed and six-armed one?" Bo Yikao touched his nose and said.

"Tsk, this is also called three-headed and six-armed. Master, please take a look. Let's see what three-headed and six-armed ones mean." Looking at Yin Jiao who was waving, Nezha looked disdainful and used his three-headed and six-armed ones, and suddenly turned from a cute child to six feet high.

All three heads and six arms appeared, red musket, Huntian Ling, and Qiankun Circle three magic weapons each held one hand to face Yin Jiao.

Yin Jiao was stunned. How could a child suddenly turn into such a tall one? And this child is like him, and he has these three-headed and six-armed magical powers?

"Hmph, it's just getting bigger. Didn't you think you'll be much stronger? Look at my Soul-falling Bell." Yin Jiao tried to calm down and shook the Soul-falling Bell in his hand again, so that Nezha would shake his spirit.

He didn't believe it. Everyone in the camp this week had the means to avoid soul attacks.

However, he still miscalculated. Even though Nezha did not incarnate as a lotus, he was the reincarnation of the Chaos Green Lotus Seed, with a stable soul and not affected by the Soul-falling Bell.

Just as Yin Jiao sneered and waved his halberd with both hands to kill Nezha, he saw that Nezha was completely unaffected. He waved the red musket and instantly shocked him back.

In this way, Nezha had no intention of letting go of Yin Jiao. When his body turned, the Qiankun Circle was instantly sacrificed. Huntian Ling danced at the same time, binding the Yin Jiao that flew out. The Qiankun Circle instantly smashed down and smashed one of Yin Jiao's heads directly, which was a terrible sight.

"ah!"

With a painful cry, Yin Jiao sent two male and female swords to cut Huntian Ling out, but unexpectedly, Huntian Ling had not broken, Nezha's red musket had already shot his other head with one shot.

The two heads were cut, and Yin Jiao's three heads and six arms could not be maintained for a moment, and he changed back to his original form, but his breath was sluggish and fell to the ground, with bright red Huntian Ling wrapped around his body.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince!" Ma Shan came forward, and the glass fire appeared in his hand, trying to break the Huntian Ling and rescue Yin Jiao.

But no matter how Liulihuo acted, Huntian Ling still tightly wrapped Yin Jiao and never let it go.
Chapter completed!