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"Not good!"

Zhou Nan's heart sank, and before he could do anything, a crisp sound of crystal cracking sounded, and a huge golden ball of light exploded. Countless golden points of light slowly drifted away, and Ying Qingliu turned over and fell down.

"Help!"

A great monk shouted, taking advantage of the sluggishness of the demon beast opposite, his figure flashed and rushed over.

At the same time, all the monks reacted. Accompanied by the dense sound of breaking the air, the 'whoosh', colorful light, pulled out a series of brilliant lines in the air.

Zhou Nan was no exception, and immediately activated the 'Near Charm'.

But when he heard a soft sound of 'hum', the space fluctuated, and Zhou Nan's figure blurred suddenly, and when he reappeared, he hugged Ying Qingliu's soft and boneless delicate body in his arms.

Ignoring the wonderful touch of the warm fragrant nephrite in his arms, Zhou Nan raised his hand to straighten the woman's pretty face and saw that a blood hole the size of a thumb appeared eye-catching on her forehead. The entrance to the cave was covered with blood mist, and you could see that side from this side.

Ying Qingliu's face still has a trace of excitement before death, but such an expression is afraid that it will never freeze.

"Hateful!"

Shen Nian circled around this woman's delicate body, and seeing that he couldn't feel the slightest breath of life, Zhou Nan suddenly scolded.

Although Zhou Nan's speed was fast, those great monks did not eat white rice, and they teleported one after another at any cost, and soon came to Zhou Nan and surrounded the two of them.

But one after another majestic divine thoughts swept over Ying Qingliu's body, but there was only silence.

If Zhou Nan is alone, he may still be bad. But thirty or forty people were silent in a row, and the result was already obvious.

With the death of Ying Qingliu's incense and jade, everyone turned their heads to look, only to see that the demons who had recovered from the shock recovered in the blink of an eye. Not long after, the majestic blood qi billowing from the wolf smoke soared into the sky, exuding a terrifying coercion.

"Hahaha, happy, this king's cultivation has finally recovered. The Blood Red Wolf Demon had planned to run away and not contribute to the work, but this time, in addition to such an accident, the anger and the hidden true colors of the heroes immediately broke out, "Damn humans, you know how to play tricks. Now that the little slut is dead, it is time for you to know the majesty and wrath of this king. ”

Laughing wildly, the blood red wolf demon opened his mouth violently, and under the flash of red light, there was a loud 'boom', and a thick red pillar of light shot towards everyone like lightning.

And the other big demons also followed suit, and launched powerful attacks one after another.

"Damn brute, even if there is no seal, the old man wants to kill you, no one can stop you. ”

The cultivators' eyes were red, and they fought back angrily.

Zhou Nan hugged Ying Qingliu's fast and cold body, and after a few dodges, he got rid of the battle circle and landed on a hill more than ten miles away.

Iceland is snowy and the temperature is extremely low. Since Ying Qingliu's death, her delicate body has stiffened in less than a minute.

His hands flashed a hint of warmth and closed Ying Qingliu's wide open eyes, Zhou Nan sighed secretly, and put the woman's body into the storage bag.

The proud daughter of the sky ended up like this. The four words of jealousy and talent are completely confirmed.

After doing all this, Zhou Nan's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the silver-white iceberg under his feet, his expression suddenly became solemn.

Fangcai, if he is not mistaken. The place where the turquoise thread appeared was at the foot of this iceberg. After a moment of silence, Zhou Nan sneered and jumped off the top of the mountain.

The cold wind blew through his cheeks, sharp like a knife.

The soles of his feet stepped on the snow, Zhou Nan's head was slightly raised, and he saw a fist-sized turquoise hole on the huge ice twenty zhang away in front of him, which was eye-catchingly inlaid on it.

At the edge of the hole, a trace of blood lingers, just like Yingqingliu's forehead.

"Blood Spirit Yin Qi, and they have also cultivated to the point of mutual derivation, it is really terrifying to have such an existence hiding in the shadows, and even 'solid as gold' is not safe. ”

With a mutter, Zhou Nan's figure flashed, and he broke through the ice, and a cave appeared inside.

The cave is ten zhang square, the cave wall is very rough, and the building has long been empty, obviously opened up in a hurry.

Although the person had already left, the blood aura and yin qi that diffused in the air still exuded a thick chill.

Zhou Nan looked at it carefully for a moment, and couldn't help but sigh secretly.

"Such a cunning guy, he actually erased all traces with blood spirit yin qi, such a method, it seems that he is a veteran. ”

failed to find useful clues, Shaoqing, and when Zhou Nan returned to the battlefield, between the attacks, he was no longer as sharp as before.

"There must be something I don't know..."

Lazily controlling a flying sword, Zhou Nan secretly calculated in his heart.

"Idle Daoist, Xiao Jiao King, and that guy who is proficient in blood spirit yin qi. Hmph, there are three top powerhouses in one breath, and the water of this Wuchi Mountain is really deep enough!"

Ignoring the dissatisfied gaze of the old man beside him, Zhou Nan's expression was solemn, and he carefully guarded everything around him.

"Originally, I thought that after breaking through Yuanying, and then concentrating on penance for decades, after coming out, with those few great magical powers, I could be invincible in Yuanying. However, only when he reached this realm did he know the difficulty of cultivating in the Yuanying realm. Even if it is said that it is one step at a time, it is not an exaggeration. This is especially true when it comes to the half-step infant transformation level. With my current strength, I can certainly ignore the Great Cultivator and thwart the Great Perfection powerhouse, but at most, I can only fight for my life in the hands of a one- or two-step existence. As for those in the higher realms, there is nothing they can do. ”

The strength between the cultivators and the demons is basically the same. Due to the existence of Ying Qingliu, at the beginning, the demons suffered a big loss. But with the inexplicable fall of Ying Qingliu, the strength of the demons was restored, and for a while, the pressure on the cultivators increased greatly, and they couldn't please one after another.

Even, because the demons were overwhelmed by anger, they fought fiercely, which was completely unreasonable.

Faintly, the cultivators who had a slight advantage in numbers were still crushed due to their lack of determination.

Although he was not defeated, the balance of the battle was gradually leveled.

However, no one noticed that it was only less than half an hour after the fall of Ying Qingliu, and the turquoise pillars of light that lingered with blood light appeared frequently, so that five or six monks fell one after another, and all the cultivators gathered together as if they were ghosts.

"Damn, what the hell is going on? Who is it, who is secretly making a move, the old man and you are not dying!"

One of the Grand Monks had red eyes, and it was not until several other Grand Monks beside him shouted loudly that he returned to his place in anger.

Subsequently, with more than ten great monks as the core, and the remaining more than twenty mid-stage monks as the auxiliary, with the joint efforts, a huge maze covering a radius of dozens of miles appeared.

In the maze, the smoke was filled, the illusion was heavy, and the divine thoughts were imprisoned.

At the beginning, the red-eyed demons also organized several waves of charges, but after several eighth-order demons were completely left in the maze, all the demon beasts instantly calmed down. While besieging the maze, they are waiting for the results of other battlefields.

In the fertile soil enchantment, the fighting method between the idle Daoist and the little Jiao King has reached the most critical time.

Xiao Jiaowang showed his body, a blood-red dragon hundreds of zhang long, surrounded by blood and qi, murderous and awe-inspiring, with a pair of eyes, exuding endless ferocity.

The idle Taoist was distributed, and hundreds of fists surrounded by big ice blue ** circled rapidly, cutting out a large area of cold shelter in the sea of blood.

The old man was holding an ice-blue token in his hand, and his expression was extremely indifferent and solemn.

Hundreds of miles away among the mountains and mountains, the sound of rumbling is endless. Granny Mo Huo Qiming and the other five half-step infant transformations existed, and they had already stirred up the sky with the five eighth-order peak demons. All kinds of peerless supernatural powers were frequently displayed, and the mountains collapsed with a wail.

The top ten peak masters, except for Nanhua, are almost the same.

Nanhua, who holds the spear of archery, coupled with his incomparably strong cultivation, is like the invincible posture of the first in the audience.

But this guy is just teasing the toad old man, and he looks obviously unwilling to contribute.

Although Huo Qiming and the others complained about this, Nanhua had already restrained the strongest toad old man, and the others were inherently dissatisfied, but they couldn't say anything.

Both sides obviously have murderous intentions, but the strength is almost the same, and in a short period of time, the victory or defeat is still unknown.

In the maze, Zhou Nan stood on the large ice cube with his arms folded on his chest, his brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes flickered.

In this small valley, most of the more than 30 Yuan Infant Patriarchs were full of depression, like frosted eggplants, and they looked very embarrassed. Even many guys can no longer be described as embarrassed, covered in blood, and their breath is extremely sluggish.

Although there is a maze to hide, there is no need to be afraid of those big demons who are eyeing them for a while, but this kind of drag is not a long-term solution. So after calming down, there are already many guys who are willing to risk the fate of going back and being punished, and they are all planning to take the best policy.

Undoubtedly, the expedition of the North Drifting Snow Palace has shown its decline. It's fine if the pillars of the idle Daoist win, but if they are accidentally defeated. The people here, although they are high on weekdays, can escape half of them afterwards, and that's all pitiful.

"Abominable and hateful, blood spirit yin, if it weren't for this, why would we be afraid of those beasts?" someone roared angrily.

"Hmph, if you're in the mood to complain, might as well think about it, how to defeat the enemy?" said someone with a disdainful face.

"Shut up to the old man, panic is a taboo for soldiers, idle seniors and others have not yet decided the winner, is it too early to start infighting now?" Seeing that everyone had faintly shown signs of making a move, a white-haired old man stood up and scolded unceremoniously.

This old cultivator is not bad, and one foot has stepped into the level of Yuanying Great Perfection, which is obviously full of weight. As soon as these words came out, those guys who were afraid in their hearts, but didn't dare to say it openly, snorted coldly helplessly and closed their mouths one after another.

The scene was finally brought under control.

Seeing that the people's hearts were stabilized, the white-haired old man nodded with satisfaction, and was about to say a few more words to boost morale. But as soon as his mouth opened, his eyes suddenly widened, and the whole person froze there in an instant. The gaze retreated like a tide.

After waiting for a while, seeing that the old man only opened his mouth and did not make a sound, everyone was a little impatient, and just wanted to ask. Suddenly, a muffled sound of 'poof' came out, and to everyone's horror, a thumb-thick hole appeared on the white-haired old man's forehead.

"Damn, damn it, it's blood spirit yin qi again!"

A fat man screamed in a different voice and sat on the ground with his ass.

"Bastard, get out of here. What kind of hero is a clean yin? There is a kind of battle with Lao Tzu for 300 rounds!"

In an instant, the white-haired old man, who was far away from everyone, roared again and again, frightened and inexplicable, looking at the people around him, and was wary for a while.