"Kabababa!" The cursed warriors who were sealed under the forbidden ice curse began to shine with dots of purple light. The energy fluctuations generated by the purple light shook the ice crystals condensed by Yu Haoxuan into tiny cracks.
"Yun, it's up to you!" An Zimo called Mu Yun so affectionately again. Mu Yun still didn't feel any rejection in his heart. He just nodded silently, then turned around and looked up at the two heavy metal doors of the Temple of the Dead in front of him.
An Zimo flew towards the frozen cursed warriors, his whole body shrouded in the power of sacred light. He had just flown more than ten meters away when he heard Mu Yun's voice coming from behind him: "An Zimo, wait a moment!"
An Zimo looked back at Mu Yun, and saw dozens of giant spiders surrounding her. Each of these spiders was covered in snow-white bodies, with eight white furry spider legs supporting the entire body, several meters wide in diameter.
"Ice Snow Spider!" An Zimo recognized these big guys at a glance, "Are they all your summoned beasts?" He looked at Mu Yun in surprise, unable to believe that Mu Yun actually possessed such powerful mental power.
Can control so many monsters.
Mu Yun nodded, then shook her head. She didn't know how to explain it for a moment, so she said, "Don't worry so much, let them cooperate with you to fight." After that, she waved her arm, and these ice fields and snow
The spider actually flew up out of thin air, and when it came to An Zimo's side, it formed an orderly square formation.
An Zimo jumped onto one of the ice snow spiders, waved to Mu Yun, and then flew forward with the spider group, "Launch the spider!" An Zimo's voice came from far away, and the ice snow spiders simultaneously
Spray out a spider web to target the cursed warriors who are about to unseal it.
"Puff puff puff!" The spider accurately covered the ice sculptures. Dozens of ice field snow spiders rushed forward at once, their eight giant feet pounding on each ice sculpture, and soon wrapped the cursed warriors into one.
A white rice dumpling.
At this time, Mu Yun had already extracted all her spiritual power and fighting spirit, forming two purple light groups in front of her. She held one of the light groups with one hand and slowly pressed it toward the door of the Temple of the Dead.
Beads of sweat slid down her white cheeks, and her pale face was steaming with heat. As if this move consumed a lot of her energy, Mu Yun carefully integrated the two purple light groups into the door, and then slowly crossed her legs.
He sat down and took a long breath.
"Huh!" The turbid air dropped and the clean air rose. Mu Yun took a deep breath and began to use the last bit of strength in his body to activate his spiritual power to merge into the door of the Temple of the Dead.
"Buzz!" A dazzling silver light shone on Mu Yun's body, and a powerful spiritual power slowly followed her two arms, using spiritual power and fighting spirit as the medium, and entered the gate of the temple.
Mu Yun felt as if she had fallen into an extremely cold sea. Although her mental power was extremely powerful, she seemed insignificant in this vast ocean, let alone controlling it.
"What should I do?" Mu Yun asked herself, thinking of various ways to control the gate, but no matter how she used her power, the cold sea was always calm.
Mu Yun's last remaining strength was exhausted. Her consciousness was floating in the gate in a free state. Her mental power was gradually swallowed up by the cold sea water. Mu Yun's body was also frozen and began to tremble.
"Okay, it's so cold!" Mu Yun curled up her petite body and moaned in the cold sea water. Her vision gradually became blurred and her eyes slowly closed. "Am I going to die?" she said.