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Chapter 773 4. Nine Sky Guards

The ice collapsed, and everyone was shaking. They saw huge, strange tentacles rising from the cracks, dancing wildly in the air. The twisting of the muscles on the tentacles and the opening and closing of the suction cups were clearly visible, and the people who saw it felt cold in their hearts.

"What kind of monster is this?" someone roared.

The broken ice was picked up by the tentacles and thrown towards the wolves in the team.

The man held a long knife in his hand and split a two-person-high ice block, his face grim. The monster immediately locked onto several gray wolves, trying to destroy the possibility of anyone in their team escaping. The leading masters all took action, barely holding the defense line around the gray wolves without being able to use magic power, so that the monster would not instantly destroy the team's mobility.

"There's something climbing up!" the man yelled.

Everyone here was roaring because the loud sound of the ice breaking was almost shattering their eardrums!

Not far from the team, a pale arm formed a seal, like a dark old tree stretching out in the wind and snow, and the power it radiated formed a field that covered the area. The sound of chanting could be heard from under everyone's feet, and the dense voices gathered together, stirring up the thick snow and resonating with the chanting.

"Snow Girl!" the old woman screamed.

The thick snow stirred up by the chanting condensed into shapes, flying around the crowd one by one, pure white, like snow elves. But what they did only made people's blood coagulate. These snow girls took away people's weapons and turned the wind and snow into a blizzard. The place where everyone was was cut, and looking up, only paleness was left.

In the snowstorm, the Nightmare Demon King lost the right to fly. It was forcibly dragged down and stared at the shadow hovering in the air with horror. "This is the team of the Snow Girl Tribe that disappeared at the Icefield Altar!"

The gray wolves were crawling on the ground, even the tallest snow wolf was crouching on the ground. The Snow Girl lay on its back and sucked its blood wantonly, but the wolves were already frozen and could not resist.

The chanting beneath their feet continued, and the wailing screams pierced people's souls.

Li Xi'an spun around, his blue-gray cloak dancing wildly. The magic seals formed in the air continuously emitted black poisonous light, and the pierced ice layer left charred burn marks.

He heard the cry of the Nightmare Demon King, who was begging for mercy, constantly calling out the ancestor's name "Master Jin Mo Fenglu", hoping that this true life spirit could sense the crisis it was facing. The Nightmare Demon King could not realize that this place had long been isolated from the outside world, and this revived fallen creature wanted to kill all living things here, not letting any creature here escape and tell on the secret.

There are many secrets behind this ice field.

A howling sound was heard, and a pale arm came over dragging the corpse of a gray wolf, swinging it like a sledgehammer.

Li Xian no longer had the intention to test, and pulled out the ancient tooth from his chest.

With the ancient tooth held in his hand, a crescent moon rose slowly, and a terrifying vision of a white wolf howling at the moon appeared vaguely. The stars in the sky were shaking in the white wolf's long howl, and the earth was cracking inch by inch along the footprints of its feet!

"Zhonosali!" The man in the distance's pupils shrank sharply as he uttered that great and ancient name.

"What is his relationship with the Wolf King?" the old woman was also surprised.

The wind and snow stopped temporarily under the crescent moon, and the snow girls looked at the moon in confusion, as if wondering why there was a moon here.

The ancient teeth extended in Li Xian's hands, and the scarlet lines were compiled into poems on the grassland, converging into the long blade of the bone knife!

The moment the bone knife was unsheathed, moonlight poured down at the same time. The path of Li Xi'an's knife condensed into a blue-gray crescent moon. The pale arm broke with a sound, and pus and blood flowed out of the broken bones, instantly dyeing the snow black and emitting an astonishing stench. Li Xi'an followed the path of the arm's retraction slowly, just like a wolf pack hunting a prey that was about to fall due to excessive blood loss. It was a precise and deadly control of the situation.

The snow girls rushed over to stop Li Xian.

"Get down!" Li Xian's roar pierced through the blizzard.

As the pilgrims fell to the ground, they saw a blue-grey waning moon sweep across the sky, and all the snow maidens were cut in half, melting into a pool of black water in the moonlight. When the loud noise reached the pilgrims' heads, they found that the knife had even split the hills in the distance, and the collapsed mountain walls shook out snow dust that covered the sky.

In the snow dust, the pair of golden lotus-patterned pupils turned, carrying a demonic and eerie look.

The broken arm finally retracted under the ice, and Li Xian jumped down without hesitation, his open blue-gray cloak like a night crow looking for prey.

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"Are we... saved?" The man looked around, his eyes full of fear.

The Nightmare Demon King raised the claws on his wings and quickly climbed to the edge of the icy abyss. He stretched his head and looked down. It was a dark blue, like the throat of a giant beast. There was nothing in the depths except the diffuse white mist and the broken iron chains. There was not even the sound of fighting, as if the man disappeared after jumping down.

Then it looked around and said in surprise: "Hey! Now I am free!"

As soon as the words fell, the ice layer shook!

"Boom——!"

Endless black gas gushed out from the icy abyss, and a figure flew out backwards and landed on the back of the flying Nightmare Demon King, using it as a stepping stone floating in the air.

The Demon King let out a wail and fell. When he looked up, he saw something rising along with the black air.

"Oh my god!" It was stunned for a moment.

In the black air, thousands of pale arms stretched out, and dense scriptures were arranged in the air.

Millions of corpses were bound together by a chain, forming a bloody pagoda. The monster in the black air sat upright on the top of the pagoda, looking like a pale Buddha statue. The Buddha's head had red eyes and a ferocious mouth opened in its abdomen. The chanting sound under the ice came from this terrifying mouth.

At this moment, the mantra of rebirth chanted in the Buddha's mouth connected with the scriptures in his belly, forming a black "wheel of merit".

The wind and snow between heaven and earth were dyed black, and the black air enveloped the pilgrims.

The nightmare looked at it with an obsessed look, and a black gas came out of its head. It was actually approaching the Thousand-armed Buddha statue. Li Xi'an flicked the blade of his knife and woke it up. "Back off," Li Xi'an said.

The Nightmare Demon King was still in a state of drunkenness and dreaming when he was thrown out by an invisible force and landed together with the pilgrims behind him.

"Be careful, Lord Feng!" The worried voices of the pilgrims came from behind.

Li Xi'an lowered his ancient teeth.

The Thousand-Armed Buddha statue finally stood up.

Every step it took collapsed large swathes of ice, and what came out of its huge mouth was no longer scriptures, but solid black air. Thousands of arms formed different seals, and that huge mouth seemed to have swallowed up an entire temple, and now the monks in the entire temple were chanting scriptures and meditating. The mumbling sound made the pilgrims' eardrums hurt, and this sound was like a poisonous insect drilling into their bodies, devouring their flesh and blood.

The old woman's hand holding the human bone staff was soaked with cold sweat. Even if she recovered her cultivation, she would not be able to deal with this kind of thing.

In the era of the Old Ancestors' Rebellion, this should have been a lofty evil god, an arrogant and filthy saint!

Black air surges.

The whole world is filled with the sound of loud chanting!

The soul can only be lost and the body can only rot. At this moment, the Buddha statue seems to become extremely tall, sitting in the center of the hall. Everyone seems to have arrived at the legendary paradise. There is no cold wind and snow, and the limbs are warm. There is no strange crisis, and the thoughts are relaxed.

"What is this?" Nightmare shuddered and found that the food in front of him was ignited by a green flame.

The entire hall was burning with green flames, the curtain fell, the vermilion pillars collapsed, and the Buddha statue sitting in the hall had its chest burned through by the green flames.

"Boom!" The Buddha statue fell down.

The snowstorm enveloped everyone again.

Nightmare looked down and found that the ice had melted. They fell into the muddy land. Everything before was just an illusion. A pale arm was floating above each of their heads, and the eyeballs in the palm of the hand were staring at everyone's soul.

But these arms fell down helplessly and were burned to ashes by the green fire.

"Mr. Wind!" exclaimed the pilgrim.

The Thousand-Armed Buddha statue was reduced to half of its body at some point, with saliva drooping from its burnt mouth. A man in a blue-gray cloak stood in front of the statue, his face illuminated by the green fire, reminiscent of the snow-capped top of the sacred mountain of the grassland people.

A woman holding a long lantern stood quietly beside the man, her hair loose and her face unclear.

The woman only appeared for a moment before disappearing into a wisp of smoke.

At this time, the man turned around, rolled the tobacco, placed it on the burning fire of the Buddha statue, lit it, and exhaled a puff of smoke calmly.

Everyone realized that the man was not looking at them, but at the horizon.

The sound of horse hooves sounded.

Everyone looked back.

The iron horses rode on the icy river, against the backdrop of the setting sun after the wind and snow disappeared. This was a team of warriors, the guardians of the ice field. The dragon-shaped flag hoisted high in the team of eighteen people represented the master they were loyal to.

"It's the Nine Sky Guards!" The Nightmare Demon King was so excited that he danced with joy. "These guys are finally here! Now we don't have to be afraid of any monsters and demons on the road!"

The iron horse fell to the ground, and the leading man in strong armor jumped off the horse.

The rest of the Nine Sky Guards stopped quietly not far away, and the afterglow of the setting sun made their silver armor look as if it was flowing with bright red blood.

The leader glanced at the Nightmare Demon King, then immediately drew the long sword from his waist and chopped off his head.

"Dang!" The pale ancient tooth cut off the attack. The leader gradually exerted force, but no matter how hard he exerted, he could not suppress the owner of the ancient tooth. On the contrary, the man in the blue-gray cloak just pushed it lightly and forced the leader back.

The Nightmare Demon King stood there in a daze, and it didn't even react that the Nine Sky Guards were going to kill it.

The blade was only inches from its neck.

A deep and impatient male voice came from under the silver Panlong helmet: "We, the Nine Heavens Guards, have been ordered to investigate the matter of the filth. This demon king has left his post without permission and has been contaminated by the filth. He should be executed!"

Nightmare's hair stood on end when he heard this, and he immediately yelled, "What did you say, you little bastard?"

The leader sneered and raised his arm.

The next moment, the Jiuxiao Guards took out their spears and pointed them at the people here. An invisible force gathered, the sky suddenly became gloomy, and lightning flashed in the dark clouds.

The leader's eyes swept across everyone here, and finally stopped at Li Xian, waving his hand and saying: "Capture them! These people have been contaminated by filth!"