I inherited my husband's divine position

Chapter 802 The old man was scared to death

This time, Yan Yan did not force everyone to obey his orders, but let everyone decide for themselves whether to go ashore or stay here.

Yan Zichun was the first to stand next to Yan Yan.

Yan Guyi kept winking at her: You silly girl, you clearly saw it but you pretended not to know!

Following Yan Zichun were her group of confidants.

A few more people came out later.

In the end, less than one-third of the people chose to go ashore with Yan Yan.

Nearly half of them are Yan Zichun's people.

Seeing this, Yan Yan said nothing.

Those who stayed behind did not try to persuade them any further.

Among spiritual masters, profit is the most important thing, even if they are from the same clan.

Previously, Yan Yan used the rules declared by the Independent Government to force them to stay and they had no choice. Now Yan Yan has given them the right to choose, and no one will go against their own conscience for the sake of face or guilt.

In a way, even if these spiritual masters are selfish, they are quite selfish in a real way.

"Go." Yan Yan gave an order, and the secret spiritual patterns wrapped around his body, turning into an undercurrent and moving upwards.

Yan Zichun and others followed closely behind and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

They did not rush to the place where the Yangmai Brigade was gathered, but chose to go ashore first to observe the situation.

Halfway through, they were suddenly hit by a spiritual wave. Fortunately, the target of this spiritual wave was not them, and the spiritual patterns and their secret techniques were actually somewhat integrated from the same origin. When it hit their bodies that turned into undercurrents, it only caused them to shudder, but did not hurt them.

"..."

This caught Yan Yan and others off guard.

As the leader of the sect, he didn't even know there was such a person in the Extreme Frost Sea? The only nine-star high-ranking person in the sect chose to stay where he was, and the aura of the spiritual charm didn't match.

Yan Yan felt strange and glanced at Yan Zichun.

Could it be that Yan Zichun had completely sold the secret technique of the Extreme Frost Sea to Yongmeng Township? Was this technique performed by a high-level spiritualist from Yongmeng Township?

Under normal circumstances, Yan Zichun, who was bound by the independent declaration, would not do such a traitorous thing. However, with Yong Mengxiang's assistance, everything impossible became possible.

"Yan Zichun!" A scolding sounded in the dark river.

Yan Zichun turned around and saw a pair of angry eyes.

Undoubtedly, there was more than one person who had the same idea as Yan Yan.

Yan Zichun had no explanation.

No one would believe her even if she explained at this point. Besides, she did "sell" some of the magical knowledge of the Frost Sea in exchange for soul points and other resources. She was able to avoid the constraints of the rules of independence and do this because of her ability and luck. If this opportunity fell into the hands of other people present, she didn't believe they would leave it alone.

In the silence, the spiritual wave that was attacking them suddenly turned around and swept them in.

This spiritual wave was too fast and too secretive. It came from the same source as them and came silently. By the time they were caught in it, they did not react, but it was too late to stop it.

Should you struggle to break free, or just go with the flow?

Yan Yan made a prompt decision and chose the latter.

Because the former may not succeed and will also deplete their own people's spiritual energy, while the latter can save them energy.

According to Yan Yan's perception, the direction of this spiritual wave was consistent with their destination - heading towards the shore, but not too close to the location of the Yangmai Brigade.

The sound of "pop" was so small, like a bubble bursting, it was drowned in the sound of wind and water, and was not noticeable at all.

Yan Yan and the others were thrown out of the water one by one, their bodies still immersed in the ice, with only their heads protruding above the ice.

However, no one at the scene cared about their current strange situation, as they were all shocked by the overwhelming magical patterns in their vision.

The already formed spell patterns accumulate energy and release it, like a spell purgatory.

Those Yang Ling masters who were included in the Spell Purgatory cast spells frantically.

When the Yin spirit and the Yang spirit collided, time and space seemed to stand still, and no sound could be heard.

The icy land where Yan Yan and his companions were was strangely calm.

Even though the spell purgatory was all around them, their spirits were being stimulated by the power of the spells, but their bodies were not affected, causing a strong sense of separation.

It seemed like a long time had passed, yet it seemed like only a few seconds.

These few seconds are enough to decide life or death for spiritualists, and can also help them regain their sanity and confirm some facts - they are really not harmed by the spell purgatory.

"What kind of situation is this?"

"Shhh."

"do not know."

"What should I do now?"

"Shh." "Leave?"

"You dare to leave?"

"Shhh."

"Even if you don't leave, this posture is too strange."

"..."

Strange indeed.

Yet neither the man who had asked the question nor anyone else moved.

Who knows if breaking this strange posture will disrupt some kind of balance.

"What's so strange about that?" A low questioning voice sounded.

Suddenly, everyone looked somewhere and saw a white-haired head.

The old man had sunken cheeks and eyes that protruded from behind his messy hair, making him look quite neurotic.

Yan Yan and others subconsciously thought that this man had been corroded by the spiritual poison, and then they discovered that there was almost no spiritual energy around him, and he was not in the violent and chaotic state of being driven mad by the spiritual poison.

"..."

weird!

So weird!

Yan Bingchuan opened his eyes wide when he didn't get an answer.

Yan Yan and others also became nervous.

"Hide, hide!" Yan Bingchuan muttered in a low voice, trembling in panic, "If you are discovered, you will be dead..."

With a swish, he buried his head like an ostrich and banged it into the ice.

The solid layer of ice under his head was like soft water, silently melting into half of his head, leaving only the back of his head exposed.

Such strange behavior made Yan Yan and others unable to understand.

"Senior..." Yan Yan whispered.

"Shh!" A voice came from the ice.

"..."

Yan Yan suddenly realized.

So does everyone else.

It turned out that the strange 'hushing' sound that had been appearing just now was coming from this person.

However, before that, their minds were drawn to the surrounding situation. Even though they heard the strange "hush" sound, they could not sense the person who made the sound until the person asked that question.

Now their eyes are all on the person pretending to be an ostrich, but they perceive that the other party is still empty, like an inch of ice or a drop of water in this area.

What a concealing skill this is! Even better than the secret technique that the Extreme Frost Sea is so proud of!

Suddenly, a sense of crisis of being targeted by others diverted Yan Yan and others' attention.

It turned out that a strong person in the Yang Meridian detected their presence.

not good!

Given the current grudge between the two sides, Yangmai would definitely kill them immediately if he found out.

The fact was just as they thought, the Yang Ling magic was coming towards them with a targeted purpose.

Yan Yan opened his mouth and said, "Block..."

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

A hoarse scream interrupted his words.

Originally, the scream would not have caused Yan Yan to lose consciousness at such a critical moment. Instead, the scream was accompanied by a surging spiritual wave as big as the sea, as well as complex but not chaotic spell patterns in the spiritual wave.

The giant beast transformed from the vast ice sea was born from the magic spiritual patterns. It rose from the ground and swallowed the attacking Yangmai killing spell, while also forcing the Yang Ling masters who were casting spells to retreat again and again, disrupting their formation.

That’s not all, there were endless spells coming down on them like psychic energy.

Everyone in the Frost Sea had frozen faces, staring at the old man who had lifted his head out of the ice at some point, and was now shivering in his hands, with his eyes wide open and screaming in fear.

The terrifying and surging spiritual energy and magic spells continued to spread out from his body.