"Ice Spirit Giants!"

The Five Venerables were shocked.

What an iceberg, it is clearly the huge head of the ice spirit giant, which hides its appearance and closes its eyes.

Although the Five Venerables were human races, they had been able to establish themselves in the Ice Sea Cultivation Realm for tens of thousands of years, so they naturally knew many anecdotes. This ice spirit giant has a lot of background.

The Ice Spirit Giant Clan is a bloodline descendant of the Giant Spirit Clan.

And the Giant Spirit Clan, gifted, is an Immortal Clan!

There are not many ethnic groups that can be named after immortals, looking at the world and the world!

The True Spirit Clan is one of them.

The Djinn clan can be tied with this clan, which shows the strength of the clan.

The immortal clan is not a race, but an honor, a title. Only if a group has a strong bloodline, and in every era, there are immortals born, and the entire race is extremely strong, can it be obtained.

Whether it is the human race or the sea tribe, they have nothing to do with the word immortal race.

The Ice Spirit Giant Clan is rumored to be a hybrid of the Djinn Clan and the powerful Ice Clan. Although the blood of the giant spirit in his body has long been impure, it may be related to the immortal clan, and it is by no means idle.

What's more, the ice spirit giant in front of him has a body size of 100,000 zhang, and his breath is like an abyss like a prison, unfathomable!

Late stage of supernatural powers!

The moment they perceived this realm, the hearts of the five great Venerables sank.

Late stage of supernatural powers!

It is important to know that even if he is an elegant monk, he is only in the middle stage of supernatural powers.

The path of cultivation, the later it gets, the slower and more difficult it becomes, and the ascension of almost every small realm requires tens of thousands of years of hard work. Moreover, it is necessary to consume various treasures and gamble on some chances.

Nine times out of ten, the Venerable Divine Power is stuck in the early stage of the Divine Power for life, or even the first to enter the Divine Power.

One step at a time!

The middle stage of the supernatural power and the late stage of the supernatural power seem to be only a small realm. But this realm. but it is like a world apart. Although it is not irreparable, it also requires the former to cultivate enough supernatural powers against the sky. And the elegant monks, apparently, did not. On the contrary, it is an ice spirit giant, because it has the blood of the immortal clan, so its combat power is far from comparable to its peers. In the same realm, I am afraid that they are all the best, almost invincible.

One rises and one falls, and the outcome can be known.

The rivalry between such strong people cannot be reversed simply by having a large number of people.

The Ice Spirit Giant's random blow before, and the difficulty of the elegant monk to deal with it is enough to explain everything.

The hearts of the five Venerable Ones were mostly cold.

"That's not right!" After all, the psychological quality of the elegant monk was stronger than that of the other four great Venerables, because of the realm. The eyesight is also more vicious: "You see, there is a dead air on this ice spirit giant's body, and it is lifeless. ”

"Well, that's true!" the black-faced monk and the others, after being reminded and paying close attention, finally saw the clue.

This ice spirit giant is just a psychic corpse!

It's all in the late stage of supernatural powers. But the difference between being alive and dead, is not small. Even if it's a corpse psychic. If there is no earth-shattering chance, generally speaking, the cultivation will be worse than before death.

Corpse Demons!

Psychic Ancient Corpse!

The essence of the two is almost the same. However, cultivating to this realm, the five deities have seen a lot of knowledge. Still know a little different.

Although even a corpse is still invincible, there is a glimmer of life after all.

"Boom ......"

The ice spirit giant, which was hundreds of thousands of feet tall, seemed to feel that it was quite inconvenient to fight like this, so he simply shrank his body. But there are still thousands of feet.

"Boom!"

In the face of such a terrifying enemy, the Five Venerables naturally wanted to seize the opportunity.

As soon as the elegant monk raised his hand, he urged the flame fan with all his might, and a sea of flames emerged from it, mighty and magnificent.

There is no need for other transformations, just this sea of fire, it is already terrifying!

"Puppet Heaven!" the black-faced monk snorted, and a compass rose from the back of his head. This compass is bizarre, with nine puppet villain sculptures, showing gold, silver, copper, iron and other colors.

As the compass rotated, the nine puppets seemed to recover, and in the pinching of the tricks one by one, the compass was as soft as a handkerchief, rolling inward, covering all the puppets and turning them into a rope.

Then, the rope shook and turned into countless silk threads, which seemed to dissipate into the void.

The black-faced monk, however, had his hands twisted and seemed to be able to manipulate the thread.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Deafening voices rang out from all directions.

On the Ice and Snow Continent, thousands of ice and snow giants have risen, each of which is thousands of feet tall, and the realm has also reached the half-step Venerable.

What is surprising is that these ice and snow giants actually attacked the ice spirit giants.

"Smash the galaxy!"

A black-clothed Venerable with an ordinary face, with a flick of his palm, a large knife appeared in his hand.

Bizarrely, this big knife actually has a scabbard.

You must know that monks are not secular warriors, if they are those young monks who have not yet dissolved their spirits, the weapons they use are mortal iron swords that are useless except sharpness, and they may also be equipped with scabbards and scabbards to protect their weapons. After the spirit can be solved, let alone the cultivation of the spirit vine, even if it is the cultivation of the spirit root, the spirit knife and spirit sword used cannot be equipped with any scabbard or scabbard.

For monks, it's a complete burden.

But this scene actually happened to the black-clothed Venerable, obviously, this scabbard is not just a decoration. In particular, the fluctuations on this knife are clearly the prototype of a magic weapon!

"Zheng!"

The black-clothed Venerable drew his sword out of its sheath and slashed forward.

In the middle of the split, the scabbard collapsed, turning into countless sand and gravel that shimmered with starlight, mixed with the sword qi, rolling and galloping.

Star Sand!

An excellent ingredient for refining the prototype of a magic weapon!

Each capsule should be priced in the channel liquid. So much star sand is enough to create a magic weapon prototype.

"Boom!"

In the roar, thousands of star sands were actually separated from each other, and each grain absorbed the majestic earth gas and turned into small mountains.

True.

On this ice and snow continent, the water aura is the most active, and it can be active again, as a continent, it is impossible to exist without soil. Ordinary real people, and even great powers, may be difficult to mobilize this kind of earth aura, but the dignified Venerable is naturally not among them. What's more, it also used a magic weapon prototype?

The prototype of the second magic weapon!

This knife is called the Knife Shattering the Galaxy. This supernatural power is well-known and indeed powerful.

In this way, even if Luo Chen is here, he has to sigh. Although he has demonic words to confuse the public, he can evolve into thousands of mountain peaks in an instant, but due to the lack of realm, compared with this type of supernatural power, he is still quite immature.

"Zheng!" a white-bearded Venerable shook his palm and took out a large bow that looked like a black iron cast.

This bow is only a secondary treasure, but there are also eight prohibitions, and it is only a line away from the prototype of the magic weapon.

A blood-colored feather arrow, mounted on top of a large bow.

"Buzz ......"

The light of the blood-colored feather arrow flickered, and the blood color faded. Eventually, without a trace of blood, and for a moment of faint transparency, Venerable Whitebeard let go of the arrow.

Shoot an arrow!

Melt into the void and never be seen again. (To be continued.) )