The crowd walked through the ice at a very fast speed. The Lan people are natural ice lans sojourners, and they are like fish in water in the ice lan.

Zuo Mo saw a few signs, and the Lan people formed a thin ice lan belt around them, this fusiform ice lan belt made them like gliding in the ice lan.

Zuo Mo's heart moved, and he subconsciously began to imitate Lan Ren. He couldn't manipulate Binglan, but he had other options. At first, it was all failures, but as the number of failures increased, Zuo Mo slowly figured out some rules.

At first, he used spiritual power, but soon found that the consumption of spiritual power was very fast, and then he changed to divine consciousness, but it was still consumed too quickly. In the end, it was found that the effect of using divine power was excellent, and it was almost not consumed. However, the difficulty of manipulating divine power is obviously much higher than that of spiritual power and divine sense, and Zuo Mo can only barely maintain it.

Wei Sheng quickly noticed Zuo Mo's strange appearance, and after a glance, he understood. Wei Sheng's comprehension is excellent, and his sword intent attainment is so high that it is not at all comparable to half a bucket of water like Zuo Mo, and he quickly mastered the trick, and used his sword intent to form a fusiform belt around his body, and his speed increased sharply!

Wei Sheng's performance surprised Bingyao and the others.

Suddenly, Bingyao snorted coldly: "Just in front, I caught him!"

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Dingxin had a sudden warning in his heart, stopped, suddenly his face changed, and he yelled at Mingjing and the three of them: "Run!"

The three of them were stunned, their faces turned pale, but the three of them were not slow to react, and they turned around on the spot and flew in three directions!

A rustle sounded.

Suddenly, three blue lights flew out of the ice lan, hitting the three of them with incomparable accuracy. I saw the blue frost visible to the naked eye, spreading on their bodies, and their frightened expressions froze on their faces, turning into ice sculptures.

Bang Bang Bang!

Three ice sculptures fell to the ground and shattered in an instant.

Dingzhen's eyes were about to split, and his eyes were instantly bloodshot, but he didn't make any counterattack, but his body slammed into Binglan!

His heart was full of horror, this news must be transmitted back to the sect! There was such a large tribe of Lanren!

"Want to run?" Bing Yao snorted coldly with a murderous cloth on his face, and stretched out his finger to dot into Binglan!

Hiss!

Two extremely subtle sounds, as if a poisonous snake gently spit out snake letters.

The two thin blue lines in Binglan were like two blazing blue beams, instantly penetrating Dingzhen's body.

Bingyao's face suddenly changed slightly.

The fixed figure slowly faded in the ice lan, until it was nothing, and what was pierced just now was an afterimage!

"All back!" Bingyao said suddenly.

Arashi immediately retreated like a tidal wave, leaving Bingyao alone in front. Zuo Mo and the others also stepped aside, but Zuo Mo kept an eye on it, and several of them quietly appeared on the flanks to prevent the other party from escaping.

Dingzhen's figure appeared little by little, he stared at Bingyao tightly, and slowly spoke: "I didn't expect to meet the ancient descendants, what a blessing Dingzhen is!"

Bingyao was indifferent and said coldly, "Why did you break into my forbidden land?"

"Forbidden land?" Dingzhen's eyelids jumped: "It turns out that thing is in your hands!"

"That thing?" Bingyao stared.

"Huh. Dingzhen smiled indifferently: "No nonsense." I think that in this, the strength is similar to mine, but you are alone. Whether you can keep me or not depends on your ability. ”

Bingyao didn't say a word, raised his arms, ten fingers opened, and ten blue beams of light hung down from his fingertips, like ten blue filaments.

The magic weapon of fixing the truth is very peculiar, but it is a wooden fish used in daily chanting. The wooden fish is completely black, and the red cinnabar is covered with very small tadpole-shaped scriptures, and the mallet is also full of tadpole-shaped scriptures.

The moment Dingzhen took out the wooden fish, Zuo Mo's face changed!

Seven magic weapons!

This is definitely a seven-grade magic weapon!

It is not surprising that a seven-rank magic weapon appeared in Dingzhen's hand, but if the Yuan Infant Stage cultivators of the Hanging Temple did not have a seven-grade magic weapon in their hands, it is estimated that no one would believe it. But the power of the seven-grade magic weapon, Zuo Mo and a few people are also very clear, and the cross prayer wheel in Zong Ru's hand is also a seven-grade magic weapon.

But it is also a seven-grade magic weapon, and the power exerted in the hands of cultivators in the Jindan stage and the Yuan Infant stage is very different. The seven-rank magic weapon is the top magic weapon of Jindan stage cultivators, but in fact, due to the limitations of the realm, Jindan stage cultivators can often only exert about twenty percent of the power of the seven-rank magic weapon, and the vast majority can only reach one percent. However, the Yuan Infant Stage cultivator was able to exert 100% of the power of the Seven Rank Magic Weapon.

The strength of a cultivator involves many factors, such as spiritual power, the merits of cultivation techniques, the depth of personal understanding, magic weapons, and so on. However, for the gap between Yuan Ying and Jin Dan, it is a gap that cannot be crossed, no matter in which aspect, Yuan Infant Stage cultivators have an absolute advantage.

So when he saw that the wooden fish taken out by Dingzhen was a seven-grade magic weapon, Zuo Mo suddenly had some bad premonitions.

A Yuan Infant Stage cultivator was forced into a desperate situation, and the combat power that erupted was ......

Looking at Dingzhen, who was holding a gavel with a solemn face, Zuo Mo now only hoped that Bingyao could bear it.

The infant period still makes people feel a little empty......

Zuo Mo pretended to be calm on his face, but Wei Sheng and Zong Ru beside him were high-spirited.

Dingzhen sat on the ground as if no one was around, put the wooden fish in front of him, lowered his eyes, and knocked on the sutra while chanting.

Knock knock!

The sound of wooden fish seems to come from the ancient temple in the deep mountains of the deep valley, if there is nothing.

The surrounding light dimmed little by little, and the ice blue in the field of vision was constantly swallowed by the darkness. One by one, the figures seem to have come out of nothingness, from light to solid, but they are all half-draped and half-shouldered meditation. They didn't seem to be able to see Zuo Mo and them, and they bent down on their own, and in front of nothing, a little candle was lit.

The meditators are constantly bending down and lighting candles.

The starry candles lit one after another, and the candles swayed like stars in the sky.

In the candle flame, there were bursts of chanting and Sanskrit singing.

Zuo Mo's face was full of shock, Wei Sheng held the black sword tightly, his eyes were beating with fanatical excitement, and he muttered to himself: "Is this the real [Realm]?"

"Boundary?" Zuo Mo recovered from the shock and was taken aback when he heard this: "Could it be that he is a sword cultivator?"

Zuo Mo only knew that the realm was the advanced stage of sword intent, and Senior Brother had already touched its edge.

"It's not sword cultivation. Wei Sheng's fiery gaze did not move away at all, and he said in a deep voice: "No matter whether the sword cultivator cultivates and cultivates to a certain extent, it is the same end, this is the [Realm]!"

Zong also explained: "Meditation is also called [great freedom]. His words are also full of deep yearning, his comprehension is not as good as Wei Sheng, although he has rare power such as willingness, but the realm is not high, and he has not yet touched the threshold of the [Realm].

Zuo Mo didn't blush at all because of his lack of cultivation knowledge, and touched his chin and asked, "Could it be an illusion? This thief is good at illusions, and we almost caught his way on the way!"

"It's not an illusion. Wei Sheng shook his head, a little embarrassed: "I don't know how to explain it." But he's very powerful, so let's be careful. ”

"The thief bald in the Yuan Infant Stage is also the Yuan Baby!" Zuo Mo echoed.

"Nope. Wei Sheng shook his head again: "[Boundary] is a dividing line, whether you comprehend it or not, there is a world of difference in strength." [Realm] is related to realization, it has nothing to do with cultivation, not all of them can comprehend [Realm] in their infancy!"

Zuo Mo suddenly became nervous: "Senior brother is saying that this thief bald is the high-level thief bald among the Yuan Infant thief bald?"

Wei Sheng showed a crying and laughing expression: "It means this." ”

"How many tricks can the three of us pick him up?" Zuo Mo decided to ask a very realistic question.

"I don't know. Wei Sheng shook his head: "Maybe you won't be able to catch a move." But junior brother, your ......" Speaking of this, Wei Sheng showed a look of vigilance, immediately paused, and said indistinctly: "That weird ...... I don't know much either. ”

When Zuo Mo heard this, he immediately understood, although Wei Sheng couldn't say it clearly, but what it actually meant was that they couldn't block the next move. At that moment, he said weakly: "Otherwise, let's hide behind Brother Bingyao, looking at Brother Bingyao's appearance, it seems to be very powerful." ”

Bingyao was in the midst of a candle flame, his expression was not the slightest panic, and ten blue beams as thin as a hair fluttered in the air. They grow continuously, and at the other end, stretch into deep darkness with no end in sight.

Obviously, this is a more advanced duel, a duel beyond Zuo Mo's strength.

A true sigh came out in the sea of turbid fire: "The ancient vein, it is really magical! In the lower light Brahma realm, it can't even do all the work, it's amazing!"

I saw that within about a zhang of Bingyao's feet, there was a light blue ice lan, releasing a faint blue light, which was extremely eye-catching in this dark sea of candles.

Bing Yao's expression was cold, but a hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes: "If I wasn't in Bing Lan, I might not be your opponent." ”

His expression suddenly changed, and his eyes shone with blue light: "But now, let's die!"

With both hands spread, ten blue filaments of light suddenly lit up and flew all over the sky!

Countless blue filaments of light swept through the sea of candle flames, and swept over those candle-lit meditation practitioners!

Everywhere he went, the frost of extreme cold, like poison, spread in all directions at an alarming speed.

The flames of the candles swept by the blue light threads were not extinguished, they were frozen and stagnant, and the ensuing hoarfrost quickly spread to the surface of the frozen flame. As the hoarfrost continues to thicken, thick and clear ice crystals are formed, which seal the candle flame tightly.

The crystal ice crystal presents a regular prism, and its center is a solidified candle flame, and the light of the candle flame is refracted between the ice crystal edges, bright and bewitching.

Ice crystals sealed with candles are suspended in the air, like stars.

Dingzhen's eyebrows moved, and his expression became more solemn and solemn.

The red tadpole scriptures on the wooden fish and the mallet seem to come to life and swim slowly.

Suddenly, a golden scripture flew out of the wooden fish's mouth, and immediately after, one golden scripture after another continued to fly out of the wooden fish.

In the blink of an eye, the sky was full of golden scripture characters!

A scripture character floated in front of Zong Ru, and Zong Ru's body shook violently, and his face showed a look of horror! My QT room is open! Fang Xiang official QT room number [9177]