The goose-feather-like snow fell, and Tian Xiaojian was suspended in mid-air with his eyebrows furrowed. At this moment, three strange-looking monsters surrounded him in the shape of a "pin".
It is different from the monsters that are killed along the way.
These three lion-headed monsters with bat wings are not only extremely powerful, but they are also proficient in several weird magical powers. Although Tian Xiaojian is not at a disadvantage, the various methods he just used are useless.
His face gradually became impatient.
Far away on the horizon, a tall and proud mountain attracts attention. The shape of this mountain is a bit like a cauldron. The entire mountain range is covered with ice and snow. However, from the top of the mountain, flames are constantly coming out.
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Ice volcano!
Nature is so strange, but such landforms are rare in other places except Bingyan Valley.
With a flash of inspiration, the phantom of the great leader of the demon tribe appeared. He put up a awning with his hands and looked towards the horizon. A strange light flashed in his eyes, and a look of ecstasy appeared on his face: "Jian'er, don't get entangled with these low-level monsters anymore. The ones in front of you are
There should be ice fire grass growing on the mountain peaks."
"oh?"
Tian Xiaojian couldn't help but feel happy after hearing this. After so much hard work, he could finally eliminate the hidden danger.
However, those monsters still ignored them, their strange screams reached their ears, and they spewed out gray-white magic fire.
"Get away!"
Tian Xiaojian's face flashed with a stern expression. He was no longer interested in entangled with these monsters. He raised his right hand and saw a flash of black light. His arm suddenly swelled up.
A huge pincer appeared, looking like a lobster's steel pincer, with a black glow, and the monsters were clamped in half.
Tough!
Tian Xiaojian in the distracted stage is not a weak person, he was just not serious just now.
The obstacles blocking the road were removed, Tian Xiaojian's body was covered with black light, and he flew towards the huge volcano at a jaw-dropping speed.
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Another part of the Ice Flame Valley is also a magma lake, but it is not the one where Lin Xuan once killed the ancient beast.
Gurgling heat rises from the lake, and in addition to the heat, some fire charms emerge.
The fire charm is a very strange creature. It is neither a magical beast nor a demon clan, but is generated by the fire spirits of heaven and earth.
Generally speaking, fire charms have very low intelligence and like to wander around. Once they encounter a creature, they will attack without any reason, regardless of the opponent's strength or weakness. In short, they are not afraid of death.
Unfortunately this time, they found the wrong opponent.
Although the Confucian-robed monk is not the real Tianyuan Saint Ancestor, but just an incarnation of him, he is by no means someone who can be offended by a mere fire charm.
Those fierce and fearless fire demons rushed forward, but no matter how hard they tried, claws and teeth, they could not break through the enemy's protective aura.
Such an attack only made the Confucian-robed monk feel impatient.
"court death!"
The monk in Confucian shirt seemed to be annoyed by the attack of these fire demons. He raised his head and flicked his sleeves, and suddenly a black light exploded. The dazzling light illuminated an area of several acres, making it impossible to open his eyes.
After a while, the black brilliance dimmed, and hundreds of fire demons around them disappeared. Even the water level of the magma lake dropped a bit from just now.
The face of the monk in Confucian robes did not change, obviously he had expected this outcome.
"It's really troublesome. There are so many inexplicable monsters in this Ice Flame Valley. So what exactly does Mr. Lin want to do here?"
The sound of talking to himself reached his ears, but he just said this. He didn't care about Lin Xuan's purpose at all, he only needed to keep track of his whereabouts.
However, the Ice Flame Valley has a vast terrain and a special environment. Although his spiritual consciousness can easily cover tens of thousands of miles, he is unable to find Lin Xuan's whereabouts, but he is unable to do so.
"Looks like I need to do a divination."
The art of cultivating immortals has a long history, and the scope it covers is extremely broad. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as broad and profound.
Divination is one of the hundred arts, but it is very rare. Regardless of monks or demons, few people practice this art.
But just because most people don’t pay attention to it doesn’t mean that divination is useless.
For example, at this moment, spiritual consciousness can't find Lin Xuan's whereabouts, but divination can just work.
As soon as the Confucian-robed monk finished speaking, he immediately raised his right hand, and saw a flash of inspiration, and a black shield appeared in his palm.
No...no, it's not a shield, but something like a tortoise shell. The pattern on it is even more weird. I don't know if it was born or if someone carved it on it the day after tomorrow.
The monk in Confucian robes held this object with one hand, and the other hand flew up and down, drawing strange trajectories in the void, and uttered mysterious and simple mantras from his mouth.
Following his movements, a layer of gray black light emitted from the turtle shell, and then a loud chirping sound was heard. The sound was very clear when it first came out, but as time went by, it became thick and simple, and then
The gray light flashed, and a pattern appeared on the surface of the turtle shell.
The Confucian-robed monk lowered his head, and soon a look of joy appeared on his face.
The work was not in vain, the divination has already yielded results.
Although this guidance may be wrong, the probability of being correct is much higher. Moreover, at this moment, he has no other choice at all. Naturally, he can only follow the guidance of divination.
"Boy Lin, I won't let you escape from my grasp."
A trace of a ferocious smile appeared on Saint Ancestor Tianyuan's face, and then his body flashed and turned into a roaring demonic cloud, flying to the left.
However, things in the world are unpredictable, and he does not know that the direction pointed by the divination is exactly the ice and snow volcano where Tian Xiaojian is located.
In other words, the unlucky Tian Xiaojian was once again in danger for no apparent reason.
However, Lin Xuan was not having it easy either. The treasure he was looking for at this moment had already been captured by the group of mysterious monks.
I don't know how many thousands of miles apart, deep underground, more than a dozen Dongxuan stage ancient demons were holding formation flags and violently attacking the restriction in front of them.
However, the wall emitting blue light is really something special. Although it keeps flashing amidst the loud rumbling sound, it has persisted for so long and still has not been broken.
The face of the dove-faced old man looked a little ugly. It seemed that his estimation was still wrong. It was difficult to break the restriction in front of him with the flame demon array alone.
"Junior brother, let's not just watch from the sidelines. It's time to take action."
As the old man spoke, he danced his sleeves, black light flashed, and a magic weapon in the shape of a skull staff emerged. The old man stretched out his hand to hold it, and a huge fireball mixed with arcs of electricity formed in mid-air.
Now that the senior brother has taken action, the middle-aged ancient demon certainly can't make any excuses. He pats his waist and offers a pointed cone-shaped treasure.
As ancient demons at the level of distraction, the two of them took action with great momentum. The light curtain, which was already haloing and flashing, suddenly crumbled.