"We finally made it through, thank you for your hard work, Fellow Daoist Lu." Including Chiyun Sang, they couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. They seemed to have got rid of some kind of restraint. They were contrary to their previous cautiousness and were able to laugh happily.
Lu Xiaotian also breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, he intuitively felt that things might not be simple. Judging from Chi Yunsang's performance, his understanding of the Piaomiao Palace was probably far above everyone else. Including Hui Lingye, who had previously confused the blue vine tree spirit.
It's not simple either. It's okay for Chi Yunsang to be alone, but Yang Cuiyun from Tianhai Pavilion is also there. It can't be a coincidence.
"Did Fellow Equator discover something?" Yang Cuiyun said, blinking a pair of eyes that looked cloudy but were actually shrewd.
"I just walked through the Qingzhan Ancient Road, and my mood suddenly became better. There is no way to talk about any discoveries. If we must say that we have, I am afraid that after walking the Qingzhan Ancient Road, we may have entered the range of Piaomiao Palace.
Inside, except for this most difficult area to break through, although there are many dangers inside, it should not be as difficult as it is now." Chi Yunsang said.
"Having said that, the necessary caution is still indispensable. Although other places may not be as densely restricted as before, once we come into contact with the treasure, we may still have to face other agencies and even powerful monsters." Yang Cuiyun said.
"Silence, someone is coming!" When a few people were about to speak, Chi Yunsang's face suddenly changed and he reminded everyone.
Everyone was suddenly shocked. They had gone through a lot of hard work and finally entered this place, but they did not expect to encounter other monks. Chiyun Sang had the highest cultivation level and was the first to notice that there was a monk approaching. Everyone carefully hid it.
He got up, and a moment later, a group of seven monks in white clothes, half male and half male, passed over his head, followed by several powerful auras. Lu Xiaotian completely restrained his own aura, but after a few breaths, there were ten more auras.
Powerful, half the size of an adult, with a torso several feet long, the extremely strong-looking purple flying ant vibrates its wings, and the flying ant's mouth exudes a trace of cold air, even the monks hundreds of feet below can't help it.
You can feel a bone-gnawing cold, "Cold-Eating Monster Ant!"
And there are still nearly a hundred of them, led by an extremely strong eighth-level head ant. The others have also reached the seventh-level and above. Everyone looked ugly for a while. It seems that it is not safe to walk through the Qingzhan Ancient Road.
, on the contrary, it is more dangerous, but it is no longer as difficult as before. But once the danger is encountered, it is almost certain death. More than a hundred cold-devouring demon ants of level 7 or above are what this group of people encountered.
, will be swallowed up until not even the dregs are left.
The speed of the cold-devouring demon ant is extremely fast. With the fluttering of its wings, the soldiers are divided into groups. Among them, there are dozens of strongest and fastest ones. Under the leadership of the eighth-level cold-devouring demon ant, they have already surrounded everyone.
The front of the monk.
hiss-----
A large cloud of white gas came directly from the mouth of the cold-devouring demon ant.
"Quickly, use the strongest attack!" The middle-aged monk in white clothes at the head sounded angry and urgent. He stretched out his hand and patted the spirit beast bag. White light flashed, and a green-feathered sparrow fluttered its wings and flew out. The breath of the green-feathered sparrow flew out.
Not weak, it is also an extremely rare eighth-level spiritual bird. It is no different than those cold-devouring demon ants.
The middle-aged man in white clothes rode on the back of the green-feathered demon sparrow. He opened his mouth and spat out, and a small ancient brown bell came out of his mouth. It rose rapidly in the wind and rushed towards the cold-devouring demon ants.
The other white-clothed monks also sacrificed their magic weapons one after another, using the ancient brown bell as an arrow, forming a triangular formation, and rushed forward desperately.
It's just that the frost-white breath exhaled by those cold-devouring monster ants has quickly spread to a radius of nearly a hundred feet, and the white air is getting thicker and thicker. When the magic weapon and the white air come into contact, the frost-white air will
Climbing up to the magical artifact at a speed visible to the naked eye. Lu Xiaotian hid far away and could even feel the several magical artifacts trembling slightly because of the cold.
In fact, of course the magic weapon does not feel cold. What really feels the cold is the spiritual consciousness attached to it by the white-clothed monks.
Not only the magical artifacts, but also the white-clothed monks who were affected by the frost-white aura suddenly slowed down. In the blink of an eye, the frost-white cold air enveloped all the magical artifacts.
The other two cold-devouring demon ants have also begun to gather around. They also spit out a large amount of white air. It condenses in the wind and does not disperse, and seems to be able to spread to the approximate place according to the control of the cold-devouring demon ants.
"I'm so cold, I can't stand it anymore." One of the gray-haired monks in white, his beard and hair were all white due to the hoarfrost energy on his body. His body was shaking violently, obviously because he was too cold.
Trembling uncontrollably. The protective spiritual shield around his body was also shattered under the attack of frosty white energy.
"Ah!" The old man in white with the weakest cultivation level did not even scream. Once the mana was exhausted, those seemingly soft and frosty white breaths crawled onto the old man in white, and formation formed around the old man in white.
It formed a thick layer of ice crystals, and in the blink of an eye, the old man in white turned into a huge human-shaped ice sculpture suspended in the air. Through the transparent ice crystals, you can still see the fear frozen on the face of the old man in white.
"Senior Brother Dong, hurry up, Yuanyang is broken!" Several other monks in white were shouting hysterically at this time.
"Okay! Let's attack with all our strength to break through these evil obstacles!" The leader, the middle-aged man surnamed Dong in white clothes, responded. He put his hands together, and a huge drum of magic power rippled out from his body. Its power was no more than that of Chiyun Sang.
Much lower, he is also a late-stage Jindan monk.
Several other white-clothed monks raised their heads and roared, and the violent mana swept away from them, looking like they were going to fight for their lives.
As the operation of mana increased, the magic weapons on each body shook out a dazzling white light that merged together, as if it was like a light wave formed by a large amount of sunlight converging together, oscillating forward. The frost that was hit by this white light wave
Bai Qi Jin finally showed a chaotic trend at this time, like a huge wave suddenly blowing up in a foggy pool.
However, the more than 30 cold-devouring demon ants blocking the front did not take it easy. They each screamed, and more frost-white Qi Qi spit out from their mouths, blocking the light wave again. The two Qi Qi interacted with each other.
Although the combined attack of several white-clothed monks was extraordinary, they faced several times as many cold-devouring demon ants. In an instant, their originally pale faces suddenly turned red.
However, at this moment, the eyes of the middle-aged man surnamed Dong, who was the most powerful, flashed a gloomy look, and with a movement of his body, he actually separated from the group of his fellow sects. The cold-devouring demon ants on the opposite side were naturally not easy to deal with, and they each spit out a stream of frosty white.
The aura blocked the middle-aged man surnamed Dong, but there was a trace of cruelty on the middle-aged man surnamed Dong's face. Green light flashed. The green-feathered sparrow blocked the attack of frost-white energy, and the middle-aged man surnamed Dong shouted.
, there was a crackle and explosion on his body, and in the blink of an eye, the middle-aged man surnamed Dong suddenly shrunk in size, shortening to only the size of a seven or eight-year-old boy, but his speed increased dramatically. Taking advantage of the green-feathered sparrow blocking his way, he had already
Shooting out the attack range of the cold-devouring demon ants.