Immortal Master Invincible

Chapter 345
It's really easy
Fang Xiaonan and Cuigushanren are both people who have been here once. The last time they were only halfway into the battle, they already had mid-level demon spirits and low-level demon spirits. I have no choice but to retreat.

But now, with so many people coming in, they have even entered the core area, but just a few batches of zombies and three mid-level demon spirits blocked it, which is really not plausible.

It's just that, except for the two of them who think this way, other people may not think so.

After all, the few fights just now were already quite thrilling; the few who almost lost their lives would not think so; but no one refuted the words of a supernatural power.

But the fact is true, everyone just walked forward two or three feet, and then Yang's footsteps stopped suddenly.

And Cuigu Shanren also had a dignified face, and the astrolabe disk in his hand was overflowing with spiritual light: "Here we come!"

"coming?"

Everyone's faces froze, this is it?

Yes, it did come, the dense fog that had been solidified like milk suddenly began to surge again at a speed visible to the naked eye; at the same time, a huge pressure that seemed to be there began to descend on everyone.

"hiss!"

Xun Yitai took a deep breath, looked around, and couldn't help shrinking his neck; after so many years of advanced supernatural powers, the cold and heat have long been invincible, but at this moment he suddenly felt a little cold.

The psychics next to them were almost the same at the moment, feeling the sudden and abnormal change, each of them looked solemn; they couldn't help but looked up at the blue lamp above their heads.

Seeing that the blue light remained the same and there was no abnormal change, I was slightly relieved.

Fang Xiaonan shrunk his neck and lowered his head to glance at his feet inadvertently, only to see that the land was originally pitch black, but at some point, it turned out to be covered with a faint layer of frost.

At the same time, this layer of faint frost seemed to continue to become thicker.

"It seems that the big boss is about to appear!" Fang Xiaonan couldn't help shrinking his neck again, looked around, and unconsciously clenched the horror knife in his hand a little bit more.

Soon, the people around also vaguely felt this change, and one by one began to activate the spiritual power in their bodies to drive away the chill.

Fang Xiaonan is only at the Vajra Realm, and his own spiritual power is a big level behind everyone else, and his spiritual power is relatively weak; after driving for two laps, he did not see any obvious improvement, and gradually even the brows began to fade slightly. There was a thick frost on the ground.

Seeing that a pair of dark and straight sword eyebrows had turned into two white eyebrows, Fang Xiaonan felt that his whole body was about to go stiff under the attack of this chill.

At this moment, the light above the head finally rose suddenly, turning from a little bean fire into a flame the size of a chestnut.

With the emergence of this flame, a warm feeling slowly rose in the protective circle of the green light. Under the effect of this warm feeling, Fang Xiaonan only felt that the coldness on his body was gradually receding, and in his sight, The thick frost on the ground also dissipated quickly as if it had suddenly appeared first.

All the psychics next to him also breathed a long sigh of relief at this time. The severe cold just now made everyone's spiritual power a little bit clogged; now that they were finally freed, the originally stagnant spiritual power instantly became smoother.

Just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Yang Qing snorted suddenly, and several fire dragons suddenly appeared above the flames, protecting everyone in the middle.

And just as those few fire dragons were able to protect everyone, six or seven white mist suddenly crashed in, just entangled with the fire dragons, and instantly countless mixed spiritual power erupted above everyone's heads.

At the same time, a series of shadows rushed in from the thick fog, attacking everyone.

The fire dragon intertwined with the white mist, covering the original space of tens of feet with a thin layer of mist. When these zombified demon wolves and cold iron corpses attacked, they caught everyone by surprise.

A master of the psychic realm guarding the mansion hurriedly swung his knife to kill a demon wolf, but suddenly a black light appeared from the side, stabbing fiercely at his chest like a ghost.

Just when he was terrified, a sharp knife light shot up behind him, and cut off the withered arm like lightning. Most of the neck of the cold iron corpse on his body was cut open.

Looking at the cold iron armored corpse with its head hanging on the side and falling backwards, the psychic master felt that his vest was wet with sweat, and looked back at Fang Xiaonan, who had just withdrawn his knife, and expressed his gratitude nod.

This side just breathed a sigh of relief, but there was a miserable howl from the side. Everyone looked in horror, only to see that Xun Yitai was not so lucky. A chunk of meat was missing.

It turned out that Xun Yitai had just beheaded a cold iron corpse that was rushing towards him; but he didn't expect a demonic wolf to rush over from below, and was bitten on the thigh, tearing off two or three catties of flesh .

Seeing it, Chichengzi next to him rushed forward with a saber to protect Xun Yitai.

Fortunately, Xun Yitai is still in the psychic state after all, just a turn of the spell, the blood on the thigh was stopped, but his face was pale, and he had no fighting power; this thigh lost a few catties of flesh, I guess Without half a year, I'm afraid it won't be able to recover.

The Cuigu mountain man who had been doing nothing over there, looked at the scene in front of him, and angrily shouted no longer to keep it. He threw the compass in his hand towards the top of his head, and a layer of star tent fell instantly, covering everyone in it. The ten wind blades instantly ignited and protected everyone; they cut a group of rigid one-horned demon wolves intruding into pieces.

As the star tent fell, the already fragile white mist was instantly dispersed, and everything returned to normal again; it seemed that the crisis just now was like an illusion.

Looking at the thick fog in front of him, Yang's expression gradually became serious, while the Cuigushanren beside him also frowned at this time, looking in a certain direction, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Yang next to him suddenly sighed, and said slowly, "Since you're here, why don't you come out and talk?"

Listening to the words of No. 1 in the cultivation world, everyone suddenly felt that the vest tightened. Who is the Palace Master talking to?
Just when everyone was trembling with fear, the milk-like thick fog in front of them suddenly and slowly parted towards the two sides, revealing a path about three feet wide.

This small road is unfathomable, and when everyone looks at it, they can only see a vast expanse of whiteness.

Now that there is a road, there will naturally be people
At some point, at the end of the path, a white figure quietly appeared, walking slowly towards this side
(End of this chapter)