(717 The Boundless Condensation of the Underworld, the Hidden Orchid is not full of sword fighting)

Gou Zhu's idea was to use his Xuan Netherworld Field. The biggest advantage of the field is that it can control the nature of heaven and earth. If he is in the Northern Underworld, the cold air of the polar region is the best reliance for him to arrange the Xuanming Xuanming Cold Domain.

At this time, the Guanghan Priestess's Guanghan mana was being released wantonly. Once he opened the Xuanming Cold Domain, these cold qi could be directly controlled by his Xuanying Cold Domain, not only could not hurt him, but could enhance the strength of his Xuanying Cold Domain.

This is because Nan Wanci has not cultivated the field, and she released these cold qi just to curb Lian Ling's vitality, and did not use other cold escape techniques, so he can take advantage of this. Once Nan Wanci noticed and competed, his move would be ineffective.

The other party who wants to hunt is also eager to hunt him.

Although his aura was a little obscure, it was much clearer than the Shura Lan that Lian Ling was almost all over the rock crevices of the canyon. The Southern Evening Speech embodied in the monument will naturally not hesitate, but follow this breath to move forward. But she soon stepped into an environment that struck her as strange.

If it was just a battle between a monk of the level of Zhuji and Xudan, the Staying Monument would just mechanically calculate the easiest and fastest way to win. But at the level of Jindan, it can no longer be simply calculated based on the power of monks, magic weapons, and supernatural powers.

At this point, the spirit will be substituted into the manifested monk and think like a monk. But it still has only one purpose, and that is to win. Because it's a gamble for both the owner and the owner.

Every time the owner used the Monument, he would inject a large amount of Blood Spirit Stones. It uses the aura of these blood spirit stones to manifest a world and a monk who is training against the owner. In addition to the part consumed in the battle, the aura brought by the remaining large number of blood spirit stones is the bet of this gamble.

If the owner wins, then all these auras will belong to the owner, and they will be infused into the main body of the object to improve the realm of the owner. Even if the owner doesn't need so much aura to improve the realm, the remaining part will be re-condensed into a blood spirit stone on the stele and returned to the owner.

On the other hand, if it wins, then the owner's realm will not be improved, and the blood spirit stone will not be returned. But they don't disappear out of thin air, they absorb these auras. It is in this way that the monument continues to improve its own grade.

It has been constantly improving itself for thousands of years, and it has reached extremely high levels. But I don't know how many years ago, it was hit hard. After that, it was unable to get in touch with the heavens and the earth outside the monument.

Therefore, when it is not used by the owner for a long time, its own aura will only slowly pass away and fall into the realm, so that it has reached its current state.

But this time, the breakthrough of the barrier seems to be imminent.

So it has only one thought, and that is to win! Now it's the South Evening. At this time, the Southern Evening Speech is not a complete Southern Evening Speech. Everything about her was deduced from the divine consciousness and mana fluctuations of Nan Wanci that the Monument had absorbed on the Siyang Continent. She could only use the magic weapons and magical powers that Nan Wanci had used in that battle.

Following the aura of Gou, she suddenly found herself in a strange environment. It's still snowing and cold, but every inch of space here seems a little out of place for her. Even the snowflakes in the air were hostile to her.

"This is the field?"

Although she could only use Nan Wanci's techniques to fight, she could still read the knowledge and experience left by the divine consciousness of countless predecessors who had been absorbed in the monument. She immediately understood the reason for the weirdness.

The cold around her was originally just caused by her unscrupulously unleashing Guanghan's mana, and she didn't use any spells. So after these mana are released, they are no longer controlled.

But this area was shrouded in a cold water field, which was actually a formation formed by monks using themselves as the center of the formation, in which all the cold qi was controlled by the formation master to some extent.

So as soon as she walked in, there was hostility all around. Countless cold winds howled around her, like thin needles that seemed to pierce into her body. But this domain was obviously not the realm of Monk Jindan, and the realm was too far away from her, and it was impossible to pass through her body protection mana no matter what.

The only thing that made her a little confused was that the other party's breath seemed to be floating like a cloud in front of her. This should be due to the attributes of the Yin Dan.

But to her Jindan Shuanghua Divine Sense, this was nothing. She would never be wrong in judging the general direction. As long as she follows the right direction to ensure that the distance is getting closer and closer, her grasp of the other person's position will become clearer and clearer. Within a mile, this person's aura will be completely locked by her, and the other party will have nowhere to escape.

She rose into the air, like a white snowy owl in the snow, flying silently in the air a few feet away. After gliding hundreds of paces, she landed on the snow. At this time, she had already locked the breath of the thin male cultivator. But at this moment, the situation suddenly changed!

I don't know when the snow flakes in the air have condensed into transparent ice crystals the size of beans. In the dim light reflected by the heavy snow, these ice crystals suddenly seemed to have spiritual sense, and they densely struck her in the air like flying locusts.

She instinctively tried to dodge, but her heart suddenly relaxed. Although this round of attacks seemed to be mighty, the power was not even enough for the Purple Mansion, and it was impossible to break through her body protection mana.

It's just that her mana is extremely cold, and it is useful for other things, but these ice crystals only freeze them harder and sharper. The ice crystals couldn't penetrate her protective ring, so they stayed around her, freezing together and accumulating into a wall of ice.

It was an eyesore to her. With a wave of her hand, a fierce cold wind whistled out from between her sleeves, slicing the ice wall in front of her into pieces like a wind knife and scattering in all directions.

But at the same time as this wall of ice, which was only an eyesore to her, was shattered, a vast vitality suddenly burst into the air. It was as if a snow python on the ground had raised its head, shook like a wave, and slammed into her neck.

This is not the power of the Void Dan Monk, but the other party's use of the Jindan True Body. Its speed and power are not comparable to those ice crystals. This wonderful sneak attack made her panic slightly, and she suddenly dodged backwards.

The snow python raised its head, and it turned out to be an Auraran vine that had long been ambushed under the snow. As soon as its head was raised, the sharp blades around its body immediately stood up, and suddenly spun like a windmill, and the sharp blade instantly cut through her cold body protection mana, almost grazing her neck.

Lian Ling's Shura Lan was naturally covered with sharp swords, but she didn't care about it. Because under the suppression of the severe cold of her wide cold mana, this plant that relied on life to grow almost completely lost its power. But why could it launch such a life-threatening attack again?

Before she could think of the answer, countless Shura Lans were lifted up like a group of snakes ambushed under the snow, mixed with the sharp sword qi of Shura Lan Ye flying wildly, like dragons and snakes dancing wildly, killing her from all directions.

She was also unceremonious, pulled out the jade bamboo sword, and instantly slashed out countless sword lights around. The sword qi of the two sides staggered in the air like wildly dancing snowflakes, making a sharp collision sound of sword bodies colliding. Countless snowflakes were torn apart, the air was torn apart, and every inch of space was filled with sword qi that tore everything apart.

"I see, the field is under the control of the other party. In the fierce fight, Nan Wanci thought of the answer. Because this cold field is under the control of the other party, he can completely control the distribution of cold qi and construct a warm area for the growth of the Shura Lan.

It wasn't hard for her to break it all, but she was already entangled in the resurrected Shuralan. Before this absolute victory was decided, she would not be able to control the cold air to destroy this field.

But even if the other party's Shura Lan finally got rid of the inhibition of the cold qi and exerted ten percent of its power, it was only the realm of the first flower. There is still an insurmountable gap with her double flower realm.

Especially her Guanghan sword qi, even among the double-flower and even higher-level Sanhua cultivators, she was also a top-level existence. Now that you have come to me, I will cut you down and root you out.

The monks of the Yin-Yang Sect are not as powerful as the Five Elements Sect. They just carry swords. The sword she held was not so much a weapon as a medium, constantly turning her Guanghan mana into a bone-chilling sword aura.

Like a violent wind, like a torrential rain, like a flower with infinitely complex and infinitely stretched petals, each petal is condensed by countless sword qi, smashing everything in all directions. Fragments of the Auraran vine fell one after another.

But the almost infinite vitality of the Shura Lan is not something that can be easily destroyed. Even though the shards rained down, she continued to grow stubbornly. Moreover, she also has countless sword blades to fight against the sword qi of the Guanghan Divine Maiden. Although it does not prevail, it is not suppressed either.

"A war of attrition?"

Nan couldn't help frowning. It's not that it's a war of attrition, she's going to lose. Rather, the aura consumed by a war of attrition is far from being comparable to a few moves in an instant. But the total amount of blood spirit stones invested in her stele is limited, which is the 200,000 taels. If it takes ten days and a half months, even if she wins, it is difficult to say whether the remaining aura will be enough for her to recover a realm.

It's best to end this battle as soon as possible. As soon as she had this thought, the opportunity came. Obviously, the other party didn't intend to spend blood spirit stones in vain if she was in such a stalemate.

The core body of the Auraran has appeared, and countless Auraran vines have gushed out of the snow like a giant spring, and in the middle is a figure dressed in a colorful spirit with a beautiful posture, like a stamens in a flower, pointing at her.

Nan Wanci immediately felt that he was being targeted by countless eyes and minions, and the decisive moment had arrived!