Chapter 3392
Xia Longshen grinned angrily: "Damn it, that sounds really unpleasant. Who gave you such courage?"
"Only Qin Yang can suppress you people? It's really ridiculous. Do you think that I, the God of Xia Long, can't lift the sword?"
"I'm kindly reminding you, if you don't believe it, just try it."
The beautiful and cold woman had a very soft voice, but she had an invincible confidence.
She seemed to really not take Xia Longshen seriously.
You know, Xia Longshen's strength, even Baili Yufeng has to nod in recognition.
After all, although he won that battle, he also used many methods.
At the level of ancient sects, Xia Longshen can still be ranked among the top five, even if he cannot be ranked second!
Such strength is enough to make people take it seriously!
"Then let's try it!"
Xia Longshen's furious voice exploded, and he immediately slashed out with his sword, and a mighty sword force swept over him, the speed was staggering.
However, the woman with ice blue eyes, who looked like a fairy in the snow, gently raised her hand.
"Stubborn people are so pitiful."
A cold current flowed out from her palm, and for a moment there was a cold air filling the sky and the earth. Then, the woman whispered: "A world of ice and snow."
Wow!
The place covered by the cold air was directly covered with ice crystals, and in an instant, all people and things were frozen.
Even the sweeping sword light turned into an ice sculpture!
"It turns out to be the saint from Snow God Ridge...Is the Snow Lord still there?"
The woman with ice blue eyes looked back at the ball of light at the end of the ladder.
There, King Pu Rong was recovering his demonic energy.
"Ancestor Snow Lord has been missing for many years. Senior wants to wait for her, but I'm afraid there is no chance."
King Pu Rong smiled and said: "That's such a pity. I fought with Xuezun for three thousand rounds, and finally won by half a move."
"I thought I had a chance to fight her again, but now it seems that there is no chance."
"Senior, with such a shameful existence, if our ancestor is still alive, there is a high probability that we will not want to fight you."
"Hehehe, little girl, you are disrespectful to me, aren't you afraid of death?"
The woman said calmly: "You have been suppressed for many years, how much strength do you have left now?"
"We have all risen, entered the holy realm, and practiced for more than three hundred years."
"You may not be afraid of facing you at your peak!"
"Not to mention that you are currently in a weak stage."
King Pu Rong seemed unhappy, and there was a faint pressure from him filling the sky.
"A shameless little girl."
boom!
A terrifying demonic energy was violently released from the end of the ladder, and this demonic energy turned into billowing thick clouds!
Then, demon soldiers composed of demon energy descended. These demon soldiers were humanoid, animal-shaped, and some unspeakable mixed shapes.
I saw these demonic soldiers dividing into thousands, and then attacking different people!
Chen from the Ancient Heavenly Palace, Baili Yufeng from Fenglei Sect, Shengxuan from Jinsheng Palace and others were also attacked!
These magic soldiers don't seem to be anything special, but even Chen from the Ancient Heavenly Palace was suppressed and beaten!
A demon soldier also rushed in front of the saint of Snow God Ridge. The demonic energy spurted out and turned into a terrifying black mist that eroded away.
Hooray!
The ice condensed, but it only took a second. The ice layer shattered and the power of the ice was directly annihilated!
"impossible!"
The Saint of Snow God Ridge was shocked, her ice blue pupils flashing with extreme shock!
"Haha, how can you juniors understand my power?"
"In front of me, you are all a bunch of ridiculous people. You released the Tiange Cloud Ladder just to pick the best one to kill."
"Do you really think that I am interested in playing with you?"
Abbot Kasyapa was about to take action, but King Pu Rong said: "Old monk, I am too lazy to kill you, but if you dare to make any move, I will not hold back."
"Why should a poor monk be afraid of death?"
