Chapter six hundred and twelve: Hunting Immortal Villa
After a whisper, the wind and snow dissipated, as if it had never appeared. Please remember the website address:.
The snow-white figure has long been buried on the silver earth by the wind and snow. There has been no trace on the silver-covered earth, and no one has ever walked over.
The dark blue figure was still slowly walking in the pale world, with a hint of pale expression showing a hint of paleness on its face.
What exactly happened before?
snowstorm?
No.
A vast and white world?
Never seen it before.
Faces that cover the sky and the sun?[
How is it possible.
All of this is just a dream. The ghost cried and the ghost completed the killing action while crying, but the ghost still likes to continue crying after killing. He has never used a knife, but he still kills people.
In the world of spiritual and souls, killing people is just moving your own ideas, and it must be too high.
In the world controlled by Leng Xiaoran, isn’t Leng Xiaoran a god?
Indeed, even if he is no longer in his spirit and in the desolate and cold world, Leng Xiaoran is still a god, in front of the snow-white figure.
"Lakes, mountains, ice sea..." Leng Xiaoran murmured, his figure like a flying fish above the sky.
What is the lake, mountains, ice sea? Is there a lake in the north of the sky? Is there a sea?
It is so cold that it can freeze all the cold, but I think there is no lake or sea.
But Leng Xiaoran saw the so-called lakes and seas. The lakes and mountains are ice-like, and the lakes are extremely lakes within a hundred miles. The deserted seas are all seas. The lakes are wandering in the snowy ocean. When the ocean freezes, thousands of ice ridges penetrate from the ocean. What is a lake and mountain? There are mountains on the lake, and what mountain is it? Icebergs, and the lakes are under the icebergs?
A strange place, any situation in the world can happen. As long as you are willing to look for it, you will eventually find that what you think will turn into reality and die.
The lake is not big, which is a land that covers dozens of miles above the sea of snow. There is really a glacier standing above the lake water. The glacier stands on the tip but shines in the dark sunlight.
"Is that there?" Leng Xiaoran touched her chin and found that some ferocious stubble appeared on her chin. Although she was surprised, she didn't care too much, because these were all external affairs.
The smooth and transparent glacier seemed to be cast, otherwise it would not be as bright as jade.
Leng Xiaoran's figure turned into a void again and sneaked into the glacier.
There is indeed a small hut above the glacier. The hut seems to be made of ice, but it is not transparent and you can't see the situation in it.
However, when Leng Xiaoran walked into the glacier, he found that it was not a small house but a villa. The villa was not made of ice, but a strange white jade. Leng Xiaoran's whole body was empty, so outsiders could see clearly. Standing on the top of the glacier, he suddenly looked at his feet, but found that he was as cold as the heights, and the loneliness in his heart was beyond words by ordinary people.
After touching the crystal clear glacier, I found that there was a lot of ice water in my hand. "The glacier is melting?" This is very strange. Was the glacier even taller before?
Leng Xiaoran was too lazy to study this, but looked around and found that the north of Tiancang was so magnificent, not much inferior to the mountains and rivers in China.
The misty figure has already floated into the villa, and there are all kinds of bamboo forests and courtyards. The villa made of strange white jade is not as cold as outside, and it seems to feel like winter turns into spring. There are all kinds of flowers and strange flowers and plants in the villa, but these are all decorations and are of little use to those in the Lien Fairy Pavilion.
Leng Xiaoran floated up and was an uninvited guest, but he was not unnatural at all, as if he had walked into his home as casually.
The villa is not big, not many people are there, but there are more or less dozen people.
Since Leng Xiaoran walked into the villa, she felt a peerless aura, which was definitely different from others. However, Leng Xiaoran was very familiar with this aura, "The Seven Saints of Hunting Immortals."
Leng Xiaoran's mouth raised slightly. When he first met the Seven Saints of the Immortal Hunting, everyone's cultivation was much inferior, so he naturally did not dare to face the battle. However, the opponents Leng Xiaoran encountered in recent times were all peak strong people, and the highest cultivation was no longer inferior to Yan Rulie. Even Leng Xiaoran was a match for the magic, and in the end he needed the help of the Fentian Yansha.
Now that he saw the Seven Saints of the Immortal Hunting Again, Leng Xiaoran only felt that he had not made any progress in the past few years and seemed to be even weaker.
A smile filled Leng Xiaoran's mouth, and the cold light of her eyes directly revealed doubt.
"Hmm?" Leng Xiaoran suddenly felt the aura around her changed immediately, "Has it been discovered?" Leng Xiaoran said to herself, this has always been like this.
"So what? A guy who has just reached the peak for many years." Leng Xiaoran shook his head slightly.
"Why not show up generously if anyone comes?" The sound came from the hall in the villa. As soon as the sound fell, ten figures were attracted. Snow-white figures came one after another, and each person's mask was portrayed in black in two.
There seemed to be a different aura between the ten people, the feeling of fusion, "It seems that they can also know the combo technique..." Leng Xiaoran could see that the aura of ten people would be able to be together, and ten people would be happy. This is different from the guy from the Hunting Fairy Pavilion I met before on the snow. The ten people in front of him seemed to be dead objects, and there was no glory in their eyes, as if they had lost the meaning of life, and they were based on killing.
"It seems that the method has been avoided." Leng Xiaoran didn't know that this villa is not simple. If he doesn't even detect the enemy's invasion function, wouldn't it be too watery to the Liexian Pavilion?
"Don't you want to show up yet?" A gaze flashed directly from the hall. The sarcastic look of cold Xiaoran looked at it too much, but he had never seen such a desperate look of mocking.
"Well..." Leng Xiaoran thought for a while, and saw from the other party's eyes that his traces had been leaked. "So that's it..." Leng Xiaoran looked at the flowers and plants around him. Although it was precious and strange, many of them could exude a unique aura, as if outsiders came to the ground were easily judged to be judged.
"I'm such an unnecessary move," Leng Xiaoran smiled, looking at Baiyu Villa with a smile, "I don't know what the villa is called?"
"Famous Villa." A thick voice came from the villa hall, and it was getting closer and closer. A sharp gaze enveloped Leng Xiaoran, "Have we seen it?" The seven saints looked at Leng Xiaoran's heart slightly, as if they had seen him somewhere.
"It shouldn't be, but I've seen you. And more than once." Leng Xiaoran's words immediately made the seven saints' eyes narrow, "Is that true? Do you have such strength?" It seemed to be questioning what Leng Xiaoran said.
"It's now there before." Leng Xiaoran had already revealed his figure. His cold face looked at the mask covered with the black Seven Paintings, causing a chill to rise in the heart of the Seven Saints, "How is it possible? The cultivation level is only at the level of the guardian. Why is the momentum so fierce? Even compared with me, it is not inferior to me."
"Did your heart feel a little cold?" Leng Xiaoran asked, surrounded by ten snow-white figures, but Leng Xiaoran still smiled leisurely.
"Maybe your body is about to get cold." The Seven Saints waved without any action first.
Ten figures flowed around Leng Xiaoran, out of sight, but Leng Xiaoran directly pulled down a figure with one hand, "That's the strength is not good." Leng Xiaoran sneered, tugged and pulled his left hand, and the figure behind him was instantly pulled down.
"Well..." The Seven Saints looked at Leng Xiaoran calmly, but a big wave swelled in their hearts. "If this kind of strength is not very close to the peak, then he is a peak powerhouse, not below me. I don't know when our Hunting Fairy Pavilion was discovered and actually got into many enemies. It looks full of confidence, and it seems to be prepared."
The Seven Saints had no sympathy for the ten subordinates in front of him, and stared at Leng Xiaoran's every move with a cold look. "This breath..." The Seven Saints guessed in their hearts.
Leng Xiaoran directly wiped the guardian of the Liexian Pavilion, and did not give them any chance to backhand. "Don't use this kind of low-level formation in front of me, because you will die miserably..." Leng Xiaoran looked calm and seemed to be able to kill ten people around him even if he closed his eyes.
The other eight people did not retreat, as if because the Seven Saints did not speak, they had to fight Leng Xiaoran in unison. Leng Xiaoran's body was floating in the other party's formation, and in a blink of an eye, he pulled down a figure again, pushed his elbow, and slapped his wrist at the man's throat. With a "Gra", the man lost his breath.
"Is the lives of the Liexian Pavilion worthless?" Leng Xiaoran asked, gasping for breath, and his expression was extremely calm.
"Does the people in the Hunting Fairy Pavilion need their lives?" the Seven Saint asked suddenly, with a trace of vitality in his eyes, like a dead person.
"In this way, the one who has the life is the one who controls your Immortal Hunting Pavilion?" Leng Xiaoran's words made the seven saints' gaze flash slightly. After hesitating for a long time, he sneered: "That's right... It seems that I have underestimated you, the Holy Clan Water Saint Son." At this time, the seven saints recognized Leng Xiaoran's identity.
"It seems that the people in your Immortal Hunting Pavilion have studied a lot of our clan. My group of ten people have always acted strangely in China, and few people know about it, and you can judge it in a short time. I wonder how much you know about the people in the Heaven and Earth Qiankun clan?" Leng Xiaoran asked with a smile.
Listening to Leng Xiaoran's words, the seven saint's face became more and more gloomy. Although outsiders could not see it, he knew that he was almost out of breath.
"I didn't expect that you knew a lot..." The seven saints' tone was gloomy, as if they could drip.
"Swish-" With a sound, Leng Xiaoran's voice turned, a slight splashed everywhere, and the sword light flashed like a shuttle, instantly slashing and snatched seven fresh lives, "It's more than death..." Leng Xiaoran left such a sentence before their death...