immortal mansion

Chapter 438

According to Mo Chen's investigation, Tianjue's grandmother is a long-established monk in the late Yuanying period. She has stirred up countless disturbances in the Western Regions, and the name of Tianjue has been passed down for thousands of years.

It is obviously not easy for this person to survive until now.

But looking at it from another angle, Tianjue's grandma might be approaching the end of her death.

After all, the lifespan of the Nascent Soul cultivator is very limited, and it is only 1000 or two hundred years, and this is beyond the reach of ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators. Only those cultivators who practice life-prolonging skills can achieve it.

Judging from the information given in the jade slips, Tianjue's grandma is already showing her old age.

And this shouldn't have happened to a Nascent Soul cultivator. Only at the end of life will a monk age in a very short period of time, usually only in the few years before his death.

From the middle stage of Nascent Soul to the late stage of Nascent Soul, it is obviously impossible for him alone, but if he adds the three Nascent Soul monks from Ice Xuan Palace and the weakening of Tianjue's own grandmother.

Under the influence of various factors, he might not have no chance of defeating Grandma Tianjue.

Thinking of this, Mo Chen nodded to Patriarch Ji Bing and said, "If it's her, I can make a move."

This move was not all because of the piece of Ascension to Immortal Terrace, there were also some Liu sisters' factors in it.

Hearing Mo Chen's promise, Patriarch Ji Bing immediately beamed with joy, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Mo, for your generous help, then it's not too late, why don't we set off immediately?"

"No problem!" Mo Chen nodded.

Afterwards, three rainbow lights flew out of Han Xuecheng.

On the way, another rainbow light joined in. He is the No.3 Nascent Soul cultivator of Ice Xuan Palace, named Si Chuhao.

Si Chuhao was dressed in a silver robe, with a shawl and long hair, and his facial features were star-eyed and sword-browed. Even among the monks, he had a good-looking face, the type that could fascinate thousands of female nuns.

When he saw Mo Chen, he didn't say anything, but he suddenly felt a little ashamed of self-harm.

The four gathered together and flew towards the north.

On the way, the ancestor of Jibing kept pouring mana into a compass.

At this time, a beam of light will be emitted from the compass, which can guide everyone forward.

Mo Chen originally thought that Tianjue's grandma was in the Shiyun Valley, but he never thought that under the guidance of the compass, the four of them flew towards the true north, and they were about to step into the Eternal Cold Zone.

The Eternal Frost Zone is not a good place. The temperature there is terribly low, and the degree of coldness is far worse than that in the south. It can freeze and crack iron all year round. It is definitely a death zone that mortals must not step into.

After dying here, even the soul will be wiped out by the freezing wind.

Generally speaking, only Jindan stage monks can barely enter here, and Nascent Soul stage monks are restricted everywhere when they arrive here. Once they are blown too much by the freezing wind, they will die.

"It's not right!" Patriarch Jibing noticed something was wrong.

According to the proportion of the compass' guiding aura, Tianjue's grandma is tens of thousands of miles away.As for a Nascent Soul cultivator, even if his cultivation has reached the late stage, it is impossible for him to penetrate so far into the Eternal Cold Zone.

Just when the four of them realized something was wrong, a sneer suddenly came.

But a black figure appeared behind the crowd, looking at the four of them jokingly.

The hood was taken off, revealing a wrinkled face covered with age spots. It was the target of their trip—Grandma Tianjue!
But when they saw the target, Mo Chen and the others were surprised instead.

Before they could think too much, there was a rumbling sound from below, followed by earth and rocks flying randomly, and huge figures emerged from the frozen soil layer, and billowing evil spirit gushed out all at once.

In an instant, the place became dark.

"It's a demon!" Mo Chen reminded with an ugly face.

Shayao is Tianjue's grandmother's famous spell. It is a secret technique that can infuse evil spirits into monsters. The more evil spirits are injected, the greater the strength of monsters will be.

But this is not the scariest part of this technique.

Theoretically, as long as the evil spirit is enough, the growth limit of the evil spirit is almost unlimited.

The evil spirit that appeared in front of Mo Chen, if he did not admit his mistake, should be made of the unique ice-thirsty python in the Northern Territory, and the ice-thirsty python is a fourth-order monster that is extremely difficult to deal with.

Because he didn't choose to change form, the strength of the ice-thirsty python is terrifying, and his strength can be increased to a certain extent in the extreme cold area of ​​the Northern Territory, and his strength is comparable to that of a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

"Hee hee, little ones, come and entertain the guests who come to your door?" Tianjue's grandma let out a terrified laugh.

With a flash of black light on her body, the five ice-thirsty pythons that had just emerged from the ground immediately moved. The scales on her body that were dyed black by the evil spirit shrank one by one, and there was a strong murderous intent in their eyes.

Seeing so many three-hundred-foot-long giant snakes coming towards this side shaking their heads and tails, the four of them all changed their colors.

"Fellow Daoist Mo, I can hold four ice-thirsty pythons here, and I'll leave the remaining one to you!" Ji Bing Patriarch said via voice transmission.

Mo Chen nodded, and more than a hundred bluish-golden sword lights flashed out of his sleeve. It was the one hundred and eight Gengjing to Wood Spirit Swords that he had cultivated and accumulated for a long time.

With the right hand sword art, all the flying swords began to form a sword array.

He wanted to use the Constellation Sword Formation, but when he saw the ice-thirsty python was about to rush up, he could only stretch his left hand, and a bluish-white spirit sword slipped out of his sleeve again, it was undoubtedly the Moonlight Sword.

Infuse the billowing true essence into it, and immediately a bluish-white torrent shoots out.

Originally, the ice-thirsty python raised its snake's head high, preparing to release a terrifying breath of ice wind, but unexpectedly, it was hit by the torrent of moonlight, and the attack that had been brewing for a long time was immediately interrupted.

It hissed out of embarrassment and anger, no longer chose to use its innate supernatural powers, but twisted its body, and began to whip Mo Chen frantically with its tail, and the speed of whipping became faster and faster.

Affected by this, the permafrost ground, which was originally as firm as fine steel, was torn to pieces.

Mo Chen avoided it, and at the same time swung the moonlight sword in his hand, cutting out sword lights one after another, and let them all fall on the ice-thirsty python.

In the beginning, it just sent ice spray everywhere, not even the scales of the ice-thirsty python could be hurt.

But when the sword light accumulated a lot, sword marks immediately appeared on its scales. This discovery made Tianjue's grandma who was watching from a distance suddenly feel a little surprised.

"Congeal!"

With a change of finger in Mo Chen's hand, the true energy on his body was consumed like a flood.

Above the head, a sword formation slowly took shape, and bright stars could be vaguely seen twinkling.

Like falling silk sash, sword threads began to fall.

Once it landed on the ice-thirsty python, there would be a deep sword mark immediately.When the sword marks accumulated a lot, the ice-thirsty python's scales finally couldn't resist, and strands of blood began to spray out from its body.

(End of this chapter)