With deep eyes resentful, Tang Lie roared, "Let's go!"

In addition, the three old men of the wilderness growled at the same time.

Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!

The four virtual gods moved directly.

Mo Yu snorted coldly, he stepped forward and grabbed the ground. The hand of rules condensed out in a blink of an eye and sank into nothingness.

The next moment, his brow suddenly frowned slightly, and the rules trembled violently, and then collapsed tore the space open, forming a black hole.

"Mo Yu! One day, my four wild elders will make you die without a place to bury!" A roar came faintly, but it became a little weaker. Obviously, after Tang Lie was seriously injured, the four of them paid a considerable price to break free from the hand of rules.

Mo Yu's eyes turned cold, but in the end he still pressed the idea of ​​chasing and took a step forward, and his figure appeared beside Xun Zhao. At the same time, Xun Liang's figure walked out not far away, frowned, showing a faint reluctance.

"Junior Brother Xunliang!" Xun Zhao's eyes were even more joyful. He looked at Mo Yu, "Why are you two here at the same time?"

But as soon as he finished speaking, he coughed rapidly and his face became dimmer.

Mo Yu stretched out his hand, and the endless rules phantom was directly held by him. He slapped into Xun Zhao's body with a palm, releasing a powerful sealing power to help him temporarily suppress the dead energy in his body. Then he said: "I learned that the Barbarian Holy Sect had taken action within the northern border, Junior Brother Xunliang and I came to stop him. It was also a surprise to meet the eldest brother."

Xun Liang saw that Xun Zhao was safe for the time being, and felt a little relieved, but said coldly: "What a pity! My cultivation level is still weaker in the end. Otherwise, with one sword today, it would at least destroy this person's body and avenge the elder brother!"

"If you want to kill this person, you will have opportunities in the future. Besides, today's sword is enough to make him feel uncomfortable for a long time, so senior brothers don't need to worry." Mo Yu smiled, "It's a great joy to gather your brothers together. Don't be sad about it."

"By the way, this is the Death Monarch Sacron Dodor, and one of our powerful allies against the Wild Holy Sect."

When they noticed the battle between the four elders of the Barbarians and Xun Zhao, Mo Yu and the other two appointed a plan in a short time and seriously injured Tang Lie with one move, forcing the four elders of the Barbarians to fail to work together to burst out the strongest combat power, and they could win so easily today. In this matter, although Sarkron did not take action directly, his efforts were also quite strong.

Hearing what Mo Yu said, although Zacron had some guesses in his heart, he couldn't help but feel secretly shocked. The gentle monk in front of him was indeed a relationship with Mo Yu and Xunliang!

What is the excellence of the Four Seasons Sect? It can cultivate such three outstanding disciples!

But at this moment, he stepped closer to reveal a little on the surface and bowed, "Sacron, I've seen fellow Taoists."

The reason why Mo Yu was not mentioned is that he was recognized by the Ice God. The powerful force that Xun Zhao could burst out was enough to gain his respect and equal communication.

Xun Zhao bowed and returned the greeting, "I have met the Dead Monarch in Xun Zhao. This time, I would like to thank fellow Taoists for help before."

"It should be, fellow Taoist Xun Zhao is serious."

Mo Yu said in a deep voice: "Sacron, Senior Brother Xun Zhao's dead energy, do you have a way to expel it?"

The Death Monarch nodded, "There should be no big problem, but it's unexpected. Let's check it first." He bowed his hand, took Xun Zhao's shoulder, and penetrated a breath into his body. After a while, he let go and said with a smile: "Fortunately, fellow Taoist Xun Zhao's body was subjected to death corpses. Even if it was removed, the loss of qi and blood would be extremely heavy. I'm afraid it would take a long time to recover. This is a pity."

What he said was a pity, naturally, that Xun Zhao was recovering from his injuries, and he was afraid that he could not contribute to the battle with the Barbarian Holy Sect.

Mo Yu's eyes flashed slightly and he waved his hand and said, "It's okay, I have a way to help my senior brother recover as soon as possible. Sacron, just make sure that you can dispel the dead energy. This matter should not be delayed. You can do it right here immediately."

"Yes, but I need a quiet place without disturbance from the outside world."

Xun Zhao hesitated for a moment and bowed, "In the Ice Temple, it is the place where the teacher Ice God sleeps. I am not convenient to bring my fellow Taoists in. Now that the sect is completely destroyed, let's drive away the death energy in front of the Ice Temple. With Mo Yu, Xun Liang is here, and there is no chance that he will be disturbed."

"Just as my senior brother said." Mo Yu nodded and a group of figures flew to the ground.

The monks of the Ice God Cult retreated like a tide, and their eyes showed endless awe.

Mo Yu waved his sleeves, and the plane rules were immediately distorted, dividing the space separately and turning it into a forbidden area.

The Death Monarch said in a deep voice: "The process may be a little painful when you pull out the dead energy. Fellow Daoist Xun Zhao will bear it."

"Go to do it." Xun Zhao nodded slightly.

The Death Monarch reached out to his forehead, and a whirlpool suddenly emerged in the palm of his palm, turning from slow to fast, releasing a powerful absorbing force, making Xun Zhao's figure and eyes! His body instantly stretched, his face turned pale, and his whole body was sweating like rain, and he quickly wet his robe.

Widths of dark and dead energy were peeled off from his body. This pain was no less than a rash bone! But Xun Zhao did not make any sound in his mouth. Zacron seemed to have a little admiration in his eyes.

This process lasted for a whole hour. When the last strand of death breath was drawn out, Sacrolon also breathed a long sigh, rubbing the sweat beads and said, "It's okay."

Obviously, the matter of extracting the dead air also caused great damage to him.

Xun Zhao's robe was even more washed, and the ice particles frozen from dripping sweat were already piled up in front of him. He opened his eyes weakly and smiled reluctantly: "Thank you, fellow Dead Monarch."

Mo Yu reached out and injected a strong vitality into his body, which made his face look better. "If you thank you, it will not be too late to say it in the future. Senior brother will take a break first to check whether there are any hidden dangers in the body."

Xunliang nodded without saying much.

Xun Zhao glanced at the two of them, smiled, and then began to close his eyes to cultivate.

At this moment, among the monks of the Ice God Cult, an old man with a luxurious white robe, wearing a purple gold crown and a majestic face. He did not dare to get too close and bowed: "Han Bingzi, the head of the Ice God Cult, thank you for helping us, so that our sect will avoid ruining it. This kind of kindness, Han Bingzi and the disciples of our sect will definitely keep it in mind and never forget it."

Mo Yu, Xunliang just glanced at him and withdrew his gaze, ignoring his intentions at all.

The corners of the Death Monarch's mouth were slightly raised, revealing a faint mockery.

Han Bingzi's face suddenly froze, but he was angry and dared not speak. He looked extremely embarrassed, and knew that the thoughts in his heart had been seen through by Mo Yu and others.

But after today's incident, Xun Zhao's prestige in the sect has been achieved. If he does not take any action, he is afraid that the position of the Ice God Sect will be handed over to others.

That's why Han Bingzi gritted his teeth and spoke, but he didn't think about it. If Xun Zhao hadn't been here, Mo Yu, Xun Liang, and the Death Monarch would have paid attention to the life and death of the Ice God Cult? On behalf of the Ice God Cult, come to thank you. Where did Han Bingzi get this qualification?

He stepped back embarrassedly and sensed the gaze of the monks of this sect. His face became more and more hot, but now he didn't dare to show any signs.

The invisible pressure filled the air until Xun Zhao woke up, it retreated like a tide, allowing countless monks of the Ice God Cult to breathe easily.

Facing Mo Yu, Xunliang's concerning gaze, he stood up and nodded to show that he was fine.

"For specific matters, let's talk about it on the way back to the sect. Moreover, the elder brother's qi and blood are greatly damaged, so let's set off now." Mo Yu said.

Xunliang nodded, "What junior brother said is right. Senior brother, you should go back for ten years after leaving the sect."

"Okay." Xun Zhao paused and said again: "You and the Death Monarch are here for a while. I will enter the Ice Temple and take the teacher away."

He turned around and walked towards the Ice Temple.

But at this moment, Han Bingzi suddenly roared, "The Ice God is the real master of my Ice God Cult, the spiritual leader, and the only faith of my church. If she wants to stay in my church, she must not be taken away from here!"

"Xun Zhao, you are not qualified to take away Your Highness the Ice God!"

A brief silence, and the noise suddenly surged into the sky.

"Your Highness the Ice God must never leave the Ice God Cult!"

"Your Highness is our guardian, you cannot take your Highness away!"

"Without the Ice God Highness, the Ice God Cult is in name only!"

"Xun Zhao! You are my disciple of the Ice God Sect. How can you do this and destroy the cornerstone of my sect!"

The faces showed anger, no longer had the awe and closeness of the previous ones. All the monks of the Ice God Cult can do it, and they rely heavily on the cold power conveyed in the Ice God Temple. Moreover, the Ice God has become the representative of the Ice God Cult. If you lose her, the entire sect will inevitably fall apart.

Like Han Bingzi, many people cannot accept this result.

Xun Zhao stopped, glanced around, and said slowly: "The teacher has given you too much over the years. She has never owed the Ice God Cult at all. Now I want to take her away because you are powerless to protect her."

"His Royal Highness Ice God is born into the clan of the head of the sect. Now she is in a deep sleep. Of course, only the Han family members are qualified to protect her! Xun Zhao, even if you are recognized by His Royal Highness Ice God, don't try to take her away from the Ice God Cult! I will never allow this matter!"

Han Bingzi spoke sternly, cold and determined without any mistakes. The Ice God Sect, which has been passed down from the Han family for countless generations, must not be cut off in his hands!

The next moment...

boom!

A terrifying aura enveloped all the monks of the Ice God Cult in an instant.

Mo Yubing looked cold and said coldly: "My senior brother is gentle and kind-hearted, but I don't have much patience to waste time with you. Get out of here, otherwise..."

Before his voice fell, the dazzling sword light instantly passed through the space, flattening a snow mountain in the distance. It fell down and rolled on the top of the mountain, causing a huge avalanche, causing the ground under his feet to tremble slightly.

"This is your end!"

Xunliang cold and cold interface.

In an instant, except for the avalanche rumbling sound, the space was completely silent, and there was no sound.

A monk of the Ice God Cult who was in anger suddenly woke up and his face gradually became pale. Facing Xun Zhao, Mo Yu, Xun Liang and others, they had no right to say "no". They really angered them, and their every move was enough to completely erase them... Moreover, in the powerful pressure of the suppression, the murderous intent was clearly sensible.

Han Bingzi's scalp was numb, he paused for a moment, turned around and retreated to the side.

Once he retreated, no one of the monks of the Ice God Cult dared to be arrogant anymore, and they all avoided it, and awe appeared in their eyes again.

Xun Zhao sighed softly in his heart. If it weren't for helplessness, he wouldn't want to have a quarrel with the Ice God Sect. After all, the teacher was from the Han family after all.

Shaking his head and suppressing his thoughts, he strode into the Ice Temple.

After a while, Xun Zhao returned, and there was a piece of suspended ice behind him. The ice was extremely huge, and the cold air continued to emit. In a vague way, you could see that there seemed to be a woman sitting cross-legged.

"Let's go."

Mo Yu, Xunliang nodded.

Swish!

Swish!

Swish!

Swish!
Chapter completed!