"Your Excellency!"

"Be careful, its threads are poisonous!"

A series of movements made the other people next to the cave also frightened, and hurriedly moved their bodies to leave, and at the same time said vigilantly in their mouths, the protruding silk threads of the spirit creature were poisonous.

Just now, a few brothers fell into the road, and it was even more dangerous for adults to touch it with their hands.

"What are the beasts afraid of!"

The main body of the True Gang Sword bloomed with Xuanguang, and on the palm of his hand was the sword qi Yasheng, isolating the spread of extremely cold power on the silk thread, quickly loosening the silk thread, Xuan Gong ran in the body, and after a few breaths, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, the spiritual sense came and looked at the spiritual creature that was forcibly pulled out by himself.

It's huge!

A snow-white spider half a foot in circumference!

As I thought before, those who can spit out such silk threads are only spiders in the summer, and as for silkworm seeds and the like, it is difficult to do that.

Eight snow-like legs fell to the ground, carrying a large body, and wisps of different crystalline light flickered on the surface of the body, raising their small heads, and their tentacles moved for it.

Entrenched on a boulder, a low roar burst out from the snow spider's body, much like the sound of a wild beast, and the eight legs moved instinctively, looking around vigilantly.

"Snow Spider!"

"Sure enough, it's a spider!"

“……”

"It should be able to meet the above requirements."

“……”

Everyone was overjoyed, although this snow spider was very poisonous, but from the aspect of its extreme yin to cold, it was definitely in line with the orders issued from above.

The next step is to capture the snow spider and send it back to Xianyang, and their mission is complete.

"Seal the mouth of the cave."

The True Gang Sword Master looked at the snow spider and said to the person next to him, since he came out, he didn't have to think about going out.

"Yes."

In the next moment, small stones gathered and poured towards the cave, and in a few breaths, the entire cave mouth was tightly filled.

"Be careful."

At that moment, the snow spider suddenly felt it, and a series of even more powerful roars burst out from its body, and even more, the entire body of Nuoda turned into a streamer of light, and disappeared in place in an instant.

The spiritual sense of the True Gang Sword Lord shrouded all around, and in an instant, everyone hurriedly whispered.

Shout! Shout!

Even so, it was still a small step late, and it was another thin white line that swept through the void, and the strong force pierced through the two members of the innate level net not far away.

The poison spread, the vitality disappeared, the light dimmed, and the sword in his hand fell to the earth.

Bang! Bang!

A dull sound arose, but it was the two of them who fell to the ground.

"Damn brute."

The Zhengang sword was raised, and a domineering sword aura fell from the air, and the figure of the snow spider in Fengzhen moved quickly, which directly made the snow spider want to leave for a moment.

The thing hasn't been caught yet, and so many people have been lost, although Luo Wang doesn't care, Yu Zhengang Sword Master feels that it is still too much of a loss.

"Quickly search for something like the Bronze Ding Furnace from the area where the Donghu people are, I can only suppress it here for the time being."

At that moment, he glanced around again and gave the order.

The strength of this snow spider is not weak, and it can easily attack and kill innate martial artists, which has already shown that it is not bad, and it can also spit out silk threads as tough as fine iron, as well as huge poison.

Ordinary people are directly dead.

The figure flickered, appeared next to the snow spider, and the real sword in his hand flew out and landed on the top of the snow spider's head.

The intense consumption of the mysterious power in the body was really that the snow spider was protruding from the silk threads, hitting the surrounding sealing power, making the Zhengang Sword sound endlessly.

"Yes, sir."

“……”

Without hesitation, several more people left in a hurry, miles away from the nearest Donghu ethnic group.

"Bury a few of them."

Out of the corner of his eye, he scanned the few people leaving to find the place where the snow spiders were imprisoned, and it was a pity that those members who were attacked and killed by the snow spiders were a pity.

"Yes, sir."

Immediately, in a short time, the entire remote valley and ravine converged into the calm on the surface, and the True Gang Sword suppressed the snow spider, and the extremely yin to cold qi spread, and the surrounding void suddenly became cloudy and mist.

The silk thread is like iron, hitting the true sword, and the sound of gold and stone comes out.

Everyone approached, sword in hand, and looked at the snow spider vigilantly.

******

"Senpai."

Vast as the sea, spiritual as the sky, Yang Kuanwen intuitively felt as if there were two high mountains above his head that were rapidly pressing over, making him breathless, and the same was true of the juniors and disciples on the side.

Speaking out, and looking at the thousand-year-old snow lotus in his hand, Yang Kuanwen's expression was strong and calm, how could this thousand-year-old snow lotus run to him? Is there really an order?

Could it be that there is really something in his body that attracts the thousand-year-old snow lotus?

Could it be that there is something special about himself that he didn't notice, but was perceived by the thousand-year-old snow lotus?

In the summer, who does not feel that he is unique, grew up in the Confucian lineage, and thinks that he is not inferior to anyone, otherwise he will not become the faint leader of the current Confucian lineage.

Even if it weren't for Meng Kezi's lineage, the head of Confucianism wouldn't have been able to do it, and sure enough, his heart jumped.

Although the thousand-year-old snow lotus flew in front of it, it was difficult to understand.

…… The current situation is even more difficult to handle.

"Hand it over."

Ye Lao looked at these Confucian people in front of him with a calm expression, no matter what happened to the thousand-year-old snow lotus, it had nothing to do with him, as long as the thousand-year-old snow lotus still appeared within the scope of his control.

On the side, Mojia Road was wrapped in black and silent.

"Senpai."

"Under ...... There is no peeping heart in the bottom, just ....... ”

Yang Kuanwen's expression was as calm as ever, his mouth spoke slowly, and his heart was extremely entangled.

"Hand it over!"

Ye Lao shouted in a deep voice, not wanting to listen to what Yang Kuanwen continued to say.

Burst! Burst! Burst!

God melts heaven and earth, the realm is self-contained, the invisible vast pressure falls, and the heavy force on Yang Kuanwen's head falls, and the juniors and disciples who are slightly worse in cultivation on the side are like being hit hard.

If it weren't for the fact that these people in front of him were disciples of Confucianism, and they were all elite disciples, Ye Lao would not be polite to them.

Feeling a strange change, Yang Kuanwen's face finally tightened.

Airplanes! Airplanes! Airplanes!

When this snow lotus is in his hands, he naturally doesn't want to let it out, but it seems that if he doesn't hand it over, everyone on their trip won't want to live.

The truth is not on the Confucian side.

But ......, if you really hand it over, there is great reluctance in your heart.

At this time, the thousand-year-old snow lotus held in both hands seemed to feel something, and suddenly, the whole body was crystal white and the light bloomed, and the green lotus leaves fell off for it, and the white petals also fell off.

All of them flew out from the thousand-year-old snow lotus as a whole, turned into a streamer, and landed on Yang Kuanwen's body, and in an instant, they disappeared, transformed into another form, and remained in Yang Kuanwen's body.

"Look for death!"

In an instant, the face of the old farmer changed suddenly, and when he raised his hand, a palm fell violently.

The other free palm waved his hand, wanting to hold the thousand-year-old snow lotus in his hand.

"Confucianism, it's over."

Wrapped in black, the road pillow wave raised his hand, the crimson light submerged into the depths of the void, and it was also an invisible and strong binding force, enveloping the Confucian people inside, so that they had no possibility to leave.

Still, it seems to be ...... It's still a step too late.

The thousand-year-old snow lotus held by Yang Kuanwen in his hands turned into a more brilliant streamer, faintly mixed with a little golden light, all of which turned into Yang Kuanwen's body.

Bearing the impact of the origin power of the thousand-year-old snow lotus, the three-element power of Yang Kuanwen's body was pulled and submerged into the depths of his heart, his eyes were confused, and a trace of misty flickered.

Airplanes! Airplanes! Airplanes!

"Zi said: If a gentleman has nothing to fight, he will also shoot!"

"Giving up and rising, going down and drinking, the fight is also a gentleman, everyone, why is this?"

The void has righteousness, Haoran comes from the east, stacks between heaven and earth, and faces the double-edged power of the farmer's wild old man and the pillow waves of the Mojia Road, and a vast spring and autumn rhyme flashes.

At that moment, on the side of the void, an old man in a well-dressed Confucian robe held a roll of bamboo slips, looked at everyone with a smile, and raised his hand, one after another Haoran power entered the body of the injured disciple of Confucianism.

Looking at Yang Kuanwen, who was in deep cultivation at this moment, he bent his fingers a little, protected his body, isolated from external intrusions, and walked in front of the two wild old men, and the etiquette was extremely well-behaved.