The sleeping leopard-like monster immediately sensed Ning Chen's attack.
Suddenly, he woke up with a sudden flash of wisdom.
There was a look of horror in its two eyes, and just as it was about to make a move, the sword energy had already landed on its neck.
A grunt.
Before the leopard-like monster could react, Ning Chen's sword energy cut off its head. Ning Chen put away the monster pill and picked the purple spirit fruit without ceremony.
Just when he was about to leave this place, he looked at the eastern sky with a look of surprise.
A ray of light appeared and arrived at the mountain peak in the blink of an eye. The light dispersed, revealing an old man dressed in black and with a stern face.
The old man did not look at Ning Chen. After arriving here, his eyes fell directly on the remaining roots of the purple spirit fruit.
Seeing the purple spirit fruit disappear, his face turned cold, and he turned to look at Ning Chen. Without any politeness, he said coldly: "Master Qingsong, who are you? Why have I never seen you before?"
Ning Chen's face was calm, he was not in a hurry and said calmly: "Ning Chen!"
He heard Master Qingxuan mention this Master Qingsong.
This man was an elder of the shrine ten thousand years ago. He had unfathomable magical powers and became famous in Xiaonantian at that time.
Later, after receiving the Cold War Order, he came to the extremely cold place and waited for the relics of Tianhan Sect to appear.
He is also one of the seven lords here.
Seeing this person's attitude, and Ning Chen didn't have a good impression of the monks from the Shrine, and of course he didn't show any favor to Master Qingsong, he immediately took action to kill him, which was considered a favor to all parties in the extremely cold land. The power had gained some face, otherwise it would have suppressed a lord and it would have been easy to establish a strong enemy invisibly.
Seeing Ning Chen's unhurried attitude, Master Qingsong showed a look of surprise and looked at Ning Chen up and down.
In extremely cold places, his name Qingsong was very useful. Most monks would be frightened when they heard his name, but the attitude of the young monk in front of him made Master Qingsong very dissatisfied.
After finding nothing surprising about Ning Chen, Qingsong said coldly: "The purple ice fruit is the spiritual thing I like, but you picked it?"
"It was picked by Ning. Unfortunately, Ning also valued this spiritual fruit."
Ning Chen's face also turned cold, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
He is not a soft persimmon who can be manipulated easily. It is simply impossible for Qingsong to take advantage of him!
Qingsong sneered, his spiritual energy surged around his body, and he was ready to take action.
But at this moment, the expressions of both of them changed.
Qingsong looked to the west, where the center of the continuous iceberg appeared, and his eyes revealed a strong brilliance.
Ning Chen also looked in the same direction.
In the direction where the two of them were looking, there was a spiritual light rising into the sky, emitting a strong brilliance that actually illuminated the surrounding area for ten miles!
Qingsong suddenly turned his head and looked at Ning Chen with a cold face: "You don't know the heights of the world, you are lucky this time. When things happen here, I, Qingsong, will definitely come to find you!"
After saying that, he escaped from the light and headed towards the place where the brilliance soared into the sky.
Hearing this, Ning Chen sneered.
But at this moment, a flash of inspiration occurred in his hand, and the Cold War Order given to him by Master Qingxuan appeared in his hand.
At this time, the Tonghan Ling was suddenly red, emitting a fiery luster. It was spinning continuously in Ning Chen's hand, pointing faintly in the direction of the rising light.
"The land of ruins is actually opening at this time!"
Ning Chen whispered, and also escaped from the light, quickly heading towards the place where the light appeared.
His speed was lightning fast, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived here. This place was the center of many icebergs, on a huge smooth open space, like an ice mirror.
In this open space, a strong aura emitted, and at the same time, a bronze palace slowly appeared in the aura!
Qingsong had already occupied one direction, looking excitedly at the bronze palace that had not yet revealed its full appearance.
After seeing Ning Chen appear, murderous intent flashed.
However, he didn't say anything more. Ning Chen looked at the Bronze Immortal Palace wrapped in spiritual light, and then turned around to look around.
In the originally quiet and uninhabited land of icebergs, silhouettes appeared one after another, with seven faint figures as the center, each occupying a direction.
Ning Chen knew that these seven were the seven lords of the extremely cold land.
Master Qingxuan stood not far away from Ning Chen. Behind him, there were also seven or eight monks in the realm of god transformation. Each of them looked at the bronze palace with a burning expression.
When Master Qingxuan saw Ning Chen appear, he smiled and waved to Ning Chen.
In a flash, Ning Chen came directly to Qingxuan's side.
"Friend Daoist Ning, I haven't seen you for ten years, and my cultivation has improved a lot."
When Master Qingxuan saw Ning Chen, he showed admiration, cupped his fists and smiled.
Ning Chen's attack on the green bull monster that day shocked him directly. Over the years, Ning Chen's impression still stayed deeply in his heart.
Ning Chen waved his hand, looked at the Bronze Palace, and said, "This must be the ruins of Tianhan Sect, right?"
Master Qingxuan nodded, and then, his eyes flickered to Qingsong. After hesitating for a moment, he asked Ning Chen: "What kind of conflict does Fellow Daoist Ning have with Master Qingsong? I saw that he showed murderous intent towards you. You look very unhappy?"
Ning Chen sneered and said, "Well, he wants to kill me, but I will definitely kill him first!"
Upon hearing Ning Chen's words, Master Qingxuan shook his head and smiled bitterly.
Then he said: "I know that Fellow Daoist Ning's magic weapon is powerful, but Qingsong is the second-ranked master in the extremely cold land, second only to Yun Yang Sword Cultivator, and his cultivation has reached the ninth level of God Transformation. Fellow Daoist is still You have to be careful, and this person is from the shrine of Xiaonantian Realm, which is also a huge force, so it is best to turn the conflict into friendship!"
After listening to Master Qingxuan's words, Ning Chen didn't care at all.
Ninth Level of Divine Transformation, hasn't he killed enough?
In addition, the shrine has long ceased to exist!
And as Qingsong is the elder of the shrine, Ning Chen will definitely kill him no matter what!
Then, Master Qingxuan introduced several other monks and monsters here to Ning Chen. Among the seven major lords, the four human monks stood faintly together, and opposite them were the three great monsters in the god-transformation stage.
Among the four major human lords, Yun Yang Jianxiu, who stands in the far north, is the leader.
This man looks middle-aged, with a long beard fluttering under his chin, and carrying an ancient sword. He has an air of immortality, since there is no one standing behind him.
In addition to the other three lords, Master Qingxuan and Zhenren Qingsong, there is only one monk who is about thirty years old and looks like a farmer.
Wearing rough clothes, his face is as rough as cold stone.
Behind these three lords, more or less, the people standing were all human monks, all at the level of god transformation.
Opposite the human beings, there was a large purple eagle-like monster, a bluish-white dragon-like monster, and a snow-white white tiger.
The eyes of these monsters are shining with human luster, staring at the bronze palace, with a look of imperativeness.
