"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 gotten rid of some kind of restraints. Instead of being cautious before, they were able to laugh happily.
While Lu Xiaotian also breathed a sigh of relief, 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's. Including Hui Lingye, who had previously confused the Blue Vine tree spirit, it was extremely difficult. Chiyun Sang was fine alone, but Yang Cuiyun from Tianhai Pavilion was also there. It couldn't be a coincidence.
"Did Fellow Chi Dao 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 improved. 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 reminded everyone.
Everyone was suddenly shocked. They had gone through a lot of hardships and finally entered this place, but they didn't expect to encounter other monks. Chi Yunsang had the highest level of cultivation and was the first to notice the approaching monks. Everyone carefully hid themselves. After a moment, a group of seven monks in white clothes, half male and half male, passed over their heads, followed by several powerful auras. Lu Xiaotian completely restrained his aura, but after a few breaths, there was another Dozens of purple flying ants with powerful auras, about half the size of an adult, and with torsos several feet long, looked extremely strong and vibrated their wings. The flying ants' mouths exuded a trace of cold air, even though they were hundreds of feet below. All the monks could also feel a bone-eroding cold, "Cold-Eating Monster Ant!"
And there are still nearly a hundred of them, led by an extremely strong eighth-level head ant, and the others have also reached the seventh level and above. Everyone looked ugly for a while, and it seemed that it was 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 the danger in front of them is almost certain to be fatal once they encounter it. Even if a group of them encounters more than a hundred cold-devouring demon ants of level 7 or above, they will be swallowed up to the point where nothing is 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 ball of white gas came out directly from the mouth of the cold-devouring demon ant.
"Quick, use the strongest attack!" The middle-aged monk in white clothes at the head sounded angry and anxious. He stretched out his hand and patted the spirit beast bag. White light flashed, and a green-feathered demon sparrow fluttered its wings and flew out. The green-feathered demon sparrow's breath Not weak, it is also an extremely rare eighth-level spiritual bird. It's 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 demon 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 frosty white air will climb onto the magic weapon at a speed visible to the naked eye. Lu Xiaotian hid far away and could even feel the magic weapons trembling slightly because of the cold.
In fact, of course the magic weapon will not feel cold. What really feels the cold is the spiritual consciousness attached to it by the white-clothed monks.
Not only the magic weapon, but also the white-clothed monks who were affected by the frost-white aura suddenly slowed down at this time. In the blink of an eye, the frost-white cold air enveloped all the magical weapons.
The other two cold-devouring demon ants have also begun to surround them. There is also a large amount of white gas coming out. It condenses in the wind without scattering, and seems to be able to spread to a certain place according to the control of the cold-devouring demon ants.
"I'm so cold, I can't stand it anymore." One of the monks with gray hair in white, his beard and hair were all white due to the hoarfrost energy on his body. His body was shaking violently, obviously because of the cold. Uncontrollable shaking. The protective spirit shield around the body was also shattered under the invasion of frost 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 obstructions!" The leader, the middle-aged man in white clothes surnamed Dong, responded. He put his hands together, and a huge drum of magic power rippled out from his body. Its power was not as powerful as Chi Yunsang's. 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 converged together, vibrating forward like a light wave formed by a large amount of sunlight converging. The frosty white energy that was hit by this white light wave finally showed a chaotic trend, like a huge wave suddenly blowing in a foggy pool.
However, the more than thirty cold-devouring demon ants blocking the front did not take it easy. They each screamed, and more frost-white energy came out of their mouths, blocking the light wave again. The two energies compete with each other. Although the combined attack of several white-clothed monks was extraordinary, they still faced several times the number of cold-devouring demon ants. In an instant, the originally pale face suddenly turned red.
However, at this time, the eyes of the middle-aged man named Dong, who was the most powerful, flashed with a gloomy look, and with a movement of his body, he actually separated from the group of his fellow disciples. The cold-devouring demon ants on the opposite side were naturally not easy to deal with. They each exhaled a frost-white breath to block the middle-aged man named Dong. However, the middle-aged man named Dong had a trace of cruelty on his face. A green light flashed, and the green feathered demon from before The bird blocked the frost-white attack, and the middle-aged man named Dong shouted, and there was a crackle and explosion on his body. In the blink of an eye, the middle-aged man named Dong suddenly shrank in size, shortening to only the size of a seven or eight-year-old boy, but his speed was It increased dramatically, and while the green-feathered demon sparrow was in front of him, it shot out of the attack range of the cold-devouring demon ant.
