(786 feet of thousands of miles, instantly turning into dust)

He Rukong was constantly evacuating, dodging the hurricane of soul power set off by Miao. Under his strange soul technique, all kinds of hallucinations and weirdness emerge one after another.

But as long as he kept piercing through the air, he couldn't find the target of the attack, and the attack was often interrupted, he could find some clear fragments from time to time in the originally continuous illusion.

At this time, he felt that he was surrounded by a terrifying chill.

Because this cold air is not an attack with a clear target, but covers the entire battlefield, no matter where he wears, he is still passing through this cold air.

This made him feel cold all over, and the flow of mana in his meridians was obviously slow. In particular, his yin and yang mana was out of balance. The yin side is strengthened too much, while the yang side is visibly suppressed.

He was supposed to move through space by grasping the delicate balance of yin and yang, and in this way, his emptiness became extremely jerky.

In this case, he had to face another soul cultivator who was becoming more and more violent than a burst of soul wind, and it was obviously impossible for him to hold on for too long. In his heart, he decided to give up all this.

What merit points, what elixir treasures, does it matter if you have a life? No. He immediately used his ability to use the bottom of the box, and as soon as he raised his foot, he walked thousands of miles!

It's a bit of an exaggeration to call this step a thousand miles. If he cultivates to Jindan, he can do it for hundreds of miles. Now he has three qi in the purple mansion, and he can walk twenty or thirty miles. But even so, it was enough to break away from the warband and return to the ground in one step.

When he got to the ground, the other party definitely didn't dare to continue chasing him. Otherwise, the imperial city guards flocked to it, and with all kinds of protective prohibitions in the city, it was definitely not something that ordinary monks could handle.

But he forgot one thing, that is, after the cold qi entered his body, the qi and blood in his body stagnated, and the operation of mana slowed down too much. In addition, the continuous fighting with that soul cultivator also consumed too much of his mana.

It was a difficult step for him. The original span distance of dozens of miles was actually less than one mile left!

As soon as he finished this step, he saw that the monk who was covered in cold air, his whole body turned into an ethereal cold air, but a pair of cold eyes, like two blue stars in the mist, were already standing in front of him, staring at him coldly.

The speed at which this person flew away was even faster than the speed at which he could break through the air?

No matter how fast Gou Zhu's flying speed is, it can't be faster than He Zhikong's direct spatial movement. It's just that He Jinkong fell in his Xuanying Cold Domain, and his movements were too slow.

He also has the power of the eye array "array pupil", and can see the changes in the spiritual power around him. This slow-motion-like movement, at the very beginning, he calculated the location of the destination. So he flew over and waited there.

The closer the distance, the stronger the inhibition of his Xuanming cold qi on the other party. He Jinkong fell into this range, and only the share of being played by him was left.

He Jinkong was about to move and escape again, but he felt that the muscles in his whole body stiffened, and he couldn't move this step. In front of him, the figure in the ice mist stretched out his right hand, holding a small dragon that seemed to be made entirely of ice coiled into a ball.

He opened his palm slightly, and He Rukong immediately heard a sharp roar, like a sharp blade piercing the dragon roar in his divine consciousness. Immediately after that, the dragon in the palm of the man's hand instantly became huge.

What is this? Is it just a simple water dragon technique? A beginner's water escape technique that he can even use to enter the void!

A clear dragon head made entirely of ice rushed into his chest, into his heart. Before he could retreat from the onslaught, his entire ribcage froze and shattered.

When there was a huge hole in the chest, the frozen and stiffened body lost the support of mana, and fell backwards to the ground. Then there was a thud, like a clay idol falling to the ground and shattering.

Gou Zhu stood in the air and looked at this empty escape monk who made him feel a little weird, and there was an extra immortal lotus in his hand, hoping that this guy could have a few good empty escape magic weapons.

The entire underground ruins covered by the Mysterious Cold Domain have become a cold hell.

In order to ensure a steady victory, Zhang Qian brought three Purple Mansion monks, more than a dozen Xudan monks, and nearly four hundred Thunder Fire Xuan soldiers.

If the organization is appropriate, dealing with Housheng's subordinates, coupled with the hook that did not summon Lian Ling or Han Bei, plus the inclusion of Mu, is actually unpredictable.

In particular, if the four hundred Thunder Fire Xuanbing were supplemented by a formation, plus there were enough Thunder Rockets to advance steadily, even in the face of a Purple Mansion Consummation Cultivator like Gou Xu, he might not be able to fight.

Their record is indeed not bad. When Gou Zhu swept through this world with his divine sense, he found that all of Housheng's guards, including Sun Wu, had already died, and none of them survived.

But after all, the team of the imperial court fought with the guards of the health guards. The sacrificial counterattacks of Sun Wu, Chen San and others caused them heavy losses.

The thunder rockets of the Thunder Fire Soldiers have been almost consumed, and the true qi and mana of the monks have also been seriously depleted.

It was easy to break through the formation, and they never expected to run into the Xuanying Cold Domain. The cultivators in the cultivation field were already rare, and it was a large-scale spell that was just enough to restrain the group attack, so they couldn't deal with it.

Mortals who did not have the protection of the formation were in the Xuanying Cold Domain, and they were directly frozen into ice sculptures silently. Most of the remaining monks were fighting to the death with the ice crystal flying sword that looked like they had eyes in the air, and those who didn't die were scarred one by one.

Gou Zhu glanced at the situation below. Since he wants to do it, and he is dealing with the people of the court, he can't let any of them out. Running one is endless.

Nearly a hundred people are still struggling in the cold region. The whole cold domain is like an icy millstone.

Sooner or later, these people, whether they were Zhuji Monks or Xudan Monks, would have to be absorbed by the cold region to absorb the true qi in their bodies, and eventually be ground to death by countless ice swords.

But this process is time-consuming, and Gou Zhu is not very satisfied with it. After everyone is dead, he has to destroy the corpses. Not one or two, but nearly four hundred, one by one, to destroy the corpses was simply exhausting and exhausting.

Under the thought of Gou Zhu, a beautiful woman wearing a snow-white skirt and a blood-colored cracked cloak walked out of his eyebrows and appeared in front of him, which was Han Beizi.

Han Beizi held a bamboo umbrella in his hand, his skin was like ice and snow, his black hair was like black silk fluttering in the snow, and his eyes were like cold stars falling into the world. She pulled out a cold long sword from the hilt of the jade bamboo umbrella in her hand.

Gou Zhu couldn't see her sword slashing action clearly, and could only see that when the sword light was lit, it was like the light of the bright moon swaying into the entire space of the ruins, illuminating the originally dark underground with snow-white.

The wind roared with the sword light, like countless thorns filling the entire space. But none of the people struggling in the ruins heard the scream, because before their eardrums could vibrate, they would be shattered by sword energy.

Every ray of light is a wisp of sword qi. Everywhere he went, everything froze, everything turned into powder. Everything was gone within a few miles, all of them turned into flying snow.

Including everything in the ruins, along with the huge stone pillars, the statues, the stone walls, and the stone house where they stayed. There was nothing left but countless crushed ice particles.

The sword aura of the Jade Bamboo Sword was obviously stronger than when he first saw Nan Wanci in the Monument.

After Han Beizi absorbed the nearly 200,000 taels of blood spirit stones and restored their damage, he has also absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth on his own in the past three years. For the time being, I don't know what level she can rise.

If Miao hadn't been able to carry the good students to the back of the cold monument together, they would have finished together. It is impossible for Gou Zhu to injure his own people by mistake, he has already arranged all this.

Han Beizi's divine sense swept the ruins below, confirming that there were absolutely no living creatures, not even rats, and turned around.

Although she always had a cold and solemn expression, the moment she turned around and saw Gou Zhu, she turned into a smile, and obediently made an elegant Wanfu:

"The slave and maid have done what the master commanded. ”

Gou Zhu's face twitched, thinking to himself, you are a Jindan Shuanghua female cultivator, can you not always call yourself a slave. And what does this flattering smile mean, is my wife staring at it?

He hurriedly nodded in approval. Han Beizi smiled again, and then his body blurred, and disappeared into his eyebrows.