nine coffins

Chapter 201 Snow Realm

The three factions competed, and the situation in the northern cold was not optimistic.Now the first seat of the Qianyun Cave, which is the middle level of Zhiling, is beside Bai Yifeng. Looking at the situation in the field, he couldn't help but sighed: "If it weren't for 40 years ago, when Mei Wangnan, Han Lin and others made trouble, I would be a Northern Han talent Why did it wither so far?"

The former Elder Zhou of Wanling Cave, now the chief seat of Wanling Cave, could not stop shaking his head after hearing the words of the chief seat of Qianyun Cave.

"Hundreds of regular practitioners, eighteen supreme spirits and one high-level spiritual saint have all fallen! It can be described as a catastrophe for thousands of years in my northern cold. Not to mention those spiritual realms, now it is the eighth-rank spiritual root Mei Ling Feng and Zixue evildoer Han Zixiang are alive, will Tianhuangmen and Jiangxue Pavilion be so deceiving?"

When the other people heard it, they nodded slightly.Although Mei Lingfeng and Han Zixiang's characters are inferior, it is undeniable that they are even worse than Bai Yifeng.

Bai Yifeng listened with a calm face, then smiled lightly, and said: "What the two leaders said is true! If those two people are here, their cultivation level will definitely be higher than that of Fengzhao! However, I will kill those who disturb Beihan!"

The two leaders, Qian Yun and Wan Ling, gave a wry smile, in fact, how could they not know this truth.Talking about Mei and Han, it was just a momentary sigh when there is no one in Beihan.

"If one of Han Bingyi and Li Shui can get out of the customs, the defeat will definitely be reversed! But—" Qian Yunshouzuo sighed and did not continue.

Obviously, the matter of the three factions competition does not refer to these two people.

"Spring trees regenerate, dead trees bloom! What the Ku Patriarch said in the past is not wrong, you and I will wait and see the changes! Moreover, according to the words passed down by Master Qianzang, although there are many difficulties in this competition, there will be a sudden turn for the situation. Let you wait a little longer and don't be impatient!" Bai Yifeng said lightly.

Everyone nodded. In fact, compared to this time, everyone has nothing to do.Since Qianzang Daoist and suzerain can sit firmly on the Diaoyutai, everyone can feel at ease.

But when Bai Yifeng cast his eyes on Qingshi Square, a trace of worry flashed imperceptibly in his eyes.Don't look at Bai Yifeng's description of being calm, it's because he can't be chaotic, but he doesn't have much confidence in his heart.

The competition between Tianhuangmen and Jiangxuege was definitely not done with good intentions, so he had already seen it.Although the Northern Cold Sect still has two patriarchs, Zhang and Zhou, as well as Qianzang Daoist and three spiritual sages, if Tianhuangmen and Jiangxue Pavilion go all out to attack, the Northern Cold Sect will definitely not be their opponents.

The only thing he can rely on is the soul-level patriarch in the black mist of Zhenbei Peak.However, Bai Yifeng was really not sure.Since the mysterious patriarch took Amu away 40 years ago, there has been no news.

What's on the other side of the black mist?Is Patriarch Patriarch still in the Northern Cold Sect?Bai Yifeng didn't know at all.

"I hope Master Qianzang's innate hexagrams are perfect." Bai Yifeng thought to himself, and at the same time let out a breath of foul air.

But at this moment, the situation in the field has changed.

In fact, both Jiangxuege monk and Fengzhao are at the elementary level of the Supreme Spirit, and their realms are comparable. The competition is the use of magic weapons, techniques and combat experience.

At this time, Fengzhao directly sacrificed the flying sword in his hand, and a flash of lightning forced the monks in Jiangxue Pavilion back.At the same time, Fengzhao put his hands together on his chest, and silently recited mantras, his red robe swelled, and his aura was like a tide.

For a moment, the entire Qingshi Square was filled with chills and the temperature plummeted.

"Snow—" a Beihuang monk whispered.

Goodbye, heavy snow all over the sky, suddenly born.Fengzhao finally used his most powerful life and death technique.

"The Realm of Snow!" Feng Zhao yelled violently.The entire bluestone square with a radius of hundreds of feet was covered with heavy snow, and no one came.This Snow Realm is a high-level technique of the Northern Cold Sect Zhiling, and Fengzhao's technique was passed down by Bai Yifeng himself, and it is extremely powerful.

The monk Jiangxue Pavilion frowned slightly. At this time, the wind and snow were filled in his eyes, and the sun could not be seen. Where could there be a shadow of the wind?

"The art of enchantment?" This Jiangxue Pavilion monk is also an outstanding person in Jiangxue Pavilion, but he didn't expect Fengzhao to be able to create such a powerful enchantment.

While he was in a daze, he saw thousands of ice swords glowing coldly in the void inside the barrier, falling straight down like hailstones with a biting chill.

"Hmph!" The Jiangxuege monk snorted coldly, and stretched out the high-level Lingbao flying sword in his hand.

"Broken—" The high-level Lingbao flying sword glowed brightly, directly protecting the top of the head.

boom--

The tens of thousands of ice swords were directly turned into crystal fragments and scattered in the snow world.

However, he just accepted the move.Goodbye to the surging snow on the ground. The ground was originally covered with bluestones, but it has already been covered with heavy snow.

The terrain was turbulent, the snow waves were rolling, and the rolling waves were higher than the other waves, which were tens of feet high, like an earth dragon, rolling straight towards him.

Cultivator Jiangxue Pavilion suddenly flew up, and at the same time, sacrificed a magic talisman with one hand.

A ball of red light went straight to the snow wave.

"Disperse!"

With a sound of "huh", the group of red light turned into flames and intersected with snow waves, and both disappeared into nothing at the same time.

"This is the art of snow movement!"

Although he escaped the attack here, the monk Jiangxuege frowned. It seemed that within this barrier, the opponent could attack at will.If you can't break it out, your spiritual power will be exhausted, and you will be trapped here to death.

One after another, attacks continued in Fengzhao's Snow Realm.The Jiangxue Pavilion monk, relying on his impressive cultivation as a magic weapon, was not in any danger.However, it really consumed a lot of spiritual power, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

At this time, Fengzhao can see him, but he cannot see Fengzhao.

"It's almost there!" Fengzhao thought to himself, "This is the time!"

Thinking in my heart, Fengzhao changed the seal formula in his hand.

With the change of Fengzhao technique, the Jiangxuege monks in the Snow Realm have the most keen perception.Only then did he attack one after another, and he paused slightly.

The monk Jiangxue Pavilion just breathed a sigh of relief, but in an instant he felt that the world of this snow world had changed.

It was a vast expanse just now, seemingly boundless.But at this time, the monk Jiangxuege saw the end of this world at a glance, and seemed to see Fengzhao standing in the snow world.

It was a very weird feeling.

"Not good!" The Jiangxuege monk secretly yelled, because the barrier was constantly collapsing and compressing.

The boundless space rushes towards us in an instant.Everything around him, including the world, seems to be rushing towards him.

This is a rapid space squeeze, everything in front of you is enough to make you suffocate.Who can imagine that the space you live in is suddenly compressed rapidly with you at the center.

Moreover, this Snow Realm is not only compressing, but the temperature is also suddenly freezing.A monk in the spiritual realm can be said to be invulnerable to cold and heat, and the changes in the natural world have long been outside his body.

However, at this time, the Jiangxue Pavilion monk felt the cold air hit his body, his body was slightly stiff, and his spirit was also a little bit in a trance.

Cultivator Jiangxuege tried his best to maintain his clarity. If he couldn't break through the barrier at this time, the best way was to shout and admit defeat!

But the cultivator of the Three Great Immortals of the Northern Wilderness, who doesn't have eyes higher than the sky, can stand on the ring on behalf of the sect, who else is there?
throw in the towel?It's better to die! Otherwise, how could there be three people seriously injured in the battle of Beihanzong's fixed cultivation?

The same is true for the monks in Jiangxue Pavilion, each of the three great immortal sects has its own pride.

Goodbye, the murderous intent flashed in the eyes of the monk Jiangxue Pavilion, and he remembered the order of the palace master - he must seriously injure the monk Beihan at any cost.Serious consequences are even more decisive.

At this moment, he can't rely on his cultivation to break out of the barrier, he can only break it with strength.

Thinking of this, the monk Jiangxuege gritted his teeth and slapped the storage bag.A colorful ball of light, now in my hand.This is the last resort for this Jiangxue Pavilion monk.Originally, he didn't plan to use it, but now it's impossible not to use this colorful light ball, he has been cornered by Fengzhao.

Basically, Fengzhao, who is sure of winning, did not take it lightly.

If this Jiangxuege monk refused to admit defeat, Fengzhao would not mind seriously injuring one, in order to avenge the Tianhuang Sect and Jiangxuege's joint efforts to suppress Beihan in the past three days.

But at this moment, Fengzhao suddenly saw a seven-color light ball in the hands of the monk Jiangxue Pavilion who was in a panic in the Snow Realm.

"Mie Linglei!" Feng Zhao was shocked.

Fengzhao has followed Bai Yifeng for many years, so he naturally knows this thing.At that time, Bai Yifeng specially gave Amu a spirit killing thunder in order to make it safe for Amu to kill Han Zixiang.

It's just that the silver thunder ball back then was called the Mieling Silver Thunder, and it was much purer and more powerful than the colored thunder held by the Jiangxue Pavilion monk.

But as long as it is the Mie Linglei, there must be a trace of soul power in it.Even the spiritual monks would not dare to regret the powerful spirit-killing thunder, and it was even easier to kill the most spiritual monks.

Although Fengzhao's Snow Realm is powerful, if he wants to block the power of Mie Linglei, he is still too far behind.

As soon as the seven-color light ball appeared in the hands of monk Jiangxuege, Fengzhao knew it was not good, and his body started.Based on Fengzhao's cultivation base of Void Spirit back then, he could display a peerless movement technique that is close to teleportation in the spirit realm. One can imagine how fast Fengzhao's movement technique would be now.

But no matter how fast he is, he can't escape the power of the soul.

Fengzhao just retreated within a hundred feet, and felt his body stagnate.

"Boom——" The flying snow all over the sky, mixed with seven-color light, is colorful and dazzling.The ground shook and the mountains shook, as if the entire Beihan Hall shook.

The wind shines on the red robe and flies away like red butterflies in an instant, and the body is like a kite with a broken string, flying out directly.

Seeing this scene, one of Bai Yifeng's subordinates flew out, raised one hand, and supported Fengzhao directly.This old man is none other than the old man who was holding the bell among the five masters of the Sunset Peak back then.

After catching Fengzhao, the old man hurriedly took out a pill from the storage bag and stuffed it directly into Fengzhao's mouth.Then, with one palm against the back of Fengzhao's heart, a pure spirit flowed in.

"How?" Bai Yifeng said lightly.

"Life is safe, but the cultivation base of this body may be halved! It may be difficult to break through and be promoted in the future." The old man frowned and looked at Fengzhao, who was bleeding and unconscious.

"Send it back to Sunset Peak, so you can recuperate!" Bai Yifeng didn't say much, but his tense cheeks were enough to show his anger.

At this time, the Jiangxuege monk who sacrificed the spirit-killing thunder was not much better.

The compressive power of the Snow Realm and the power of the Mieling Cailei collided and superimposed, and the center of the vortex deep in the deep vortex of the monks in Jiangxue Pavilion, such a force was enough to tear apart all monks below Lingsheng.

Therefore, the moment he sacrificed the Mieling Cailei, he also reported his mortal intention.

The Shuiyun Taoist robe was directly reduced to ashes, and the high-level Lingbao flying sword was also blown away.And when the Jiangxuege cultivator flew out, half of his body was blown away, bloody and bloody.

In the Jiangxue Pavilion, a spiritual monk also flew out.Unfolding the storage bag, he took the monk's body directly.

(End of this chapter)