Martial arts become gods

Chapter 1958 The Mysterious Ceremony
"boom!"

The huge ice puck that Wang Mang turned into hit the ground heavily, and then was kicked out by the little senior sister, smashing an ice cone not far away.

"Little sister, you can't blame me for this matter, that kid didn't give me a chance to explain it clearly." Wang Mang stumbled up from the broken ice and said with a sad face.

Their little senior sister's temper is not very good. If he doesn't explain clearly, I'm afraid he won't have a good life in the future.

"Hmph, I can't handle even a small matter, so be careful in the future." The little senior sister snorted softly, ignored Wang Mang, and walked to Yin Qiantong with a hint of astonishment on her face, smiling.

"Junior Sister, didn't I scare you before?"

"No!" Yin Qiantong shook his head, and finally heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. Since those members of the black sect belonged to the Northern Wilderness Palace, there was no danger for Mo Xian.

"I am Han Ling'er, Leng Han, the little senior sister of Beihuang Temple." The little senior sister took off the large black cloak she was wearing, revealing a snow-white fur, but it was not completely wrapped, but exposed Part of the fat jade-like skin.

This kind of clothing is quite special, but it doesn't look bloated at all when worn on her body. On the contrary, it outlines her figure quite attractively, with a kind of wild charm.

Especially those parts that are exposed outside, it is hard to bear to look away.

"Han Ling'er?" Yin Qiantong was slightly taken aback, this personality is rather special, she had never heard of it before.

"Your name is Yin Qiantong, right? From now on we will be senior sisters. Don't look at me beating up that guy just now, but I am usually very ladylike. I blame that kid for making me angry." Han Linger held Yin Qiantong's hand , but did not let go, and seemed to rub lightly.

Hearing this, the corner of Wang Mang's mouth twitched immediately.

If Han Ling'er can be called a lady, then I'm afraid there will be no woman in this world who is not a lady.

"Little Senior Sister!" Yin Qiantong withdrew her hand calmly, she always felt that this Han Ling'er was a bit weird.

Han Ling'er didn't care at all, and after threateningly glanced at Wang Mang, she turned her gaze to the ice in the distance.

Not long after, a group of men in black robes appeared there.

Their postures are rather strange, staggering.

Soon, these men in black robes came to the front and pulled off their cloaks at the same time, all of them were bruised and swollen.

"Hey, I'll ask you to show that kid some color. Why are you all being beaten up like this? Where do you want me to save face?" Han Ling'er frowned, and said rather displeased.

If she put her hands on her hips at this time, it would be like scolding, and she has nothing to do with a lady.

Hearing this, everyone shuddered immediately, they knew very well that every time Han Linger showed such an expression, they would suffer disaster.

Sure enough, a cold air suddenly spread from Han Ling'er's body, and before everyone could dodge, they were instantly frozen into ice lumps, with terrified expressions on their faces.

Seemingly still feeling puzzled, Han Linger stepped forward and kicked everyone hard again.

Seeing this, Yin Qiantong's face was full of helplessness, she had seen what a lady is.

"I'm not like this usually, I blame these guys, it's really annoying." Han Ling'er soon realized that Yin Qiantong was beside her, and explained quickly in order to maintain her ladylike image.

"En!" Yin Qiantong nodded slightly, looking very indifferent.

Seeing Yin Qiantong's appearance of not caring about herself at all, Han Ling'er pursed her lips unhappily, waved her palm casually, and the solid ice on those frozen people shattered.

"Little Senior Sister, don't be angry, that kid is very powerful, and he is completely desperate. Aren't we afraid of hurting him?" Everyone shuddered and kept explaining.

"So, you were hurt by him?" Han Ling'er became angry when she heard it. She originally wanted to give Mo Xian a bad shot, but she was beaten back.

Soon, another group of men in black robes came back supporting each other, and it seemed that they were all beaten badly by Mo Xian.

Although Han Ling'er was annoyed, in order to maintain her image, she didn't say much, but the look in her eyes made everyone feel cool.

And in the underground ice cave, after Mo Xian drove back the last black-robed man, he was already out of breath from exhaustion.

After relaxing for a while, he immediately got up and walked forward along the ice cave.

The geographical environment of this area is quite special, with underground glaciers criss-crossing and extending in all directions. I am afraid that even the Northern Wilderness Hall cannot fully understand the distribution of these underground glaciers.

Mo Xian is just here for the first time, so he can only follow his own feelings.

But because it was all arranged by Han Linger, as long as he walked along this path, he would be able to go out soon and meet Yin Qiantong.

But after Mo Xian walked out for a while, there was a sudden collapse in front of him, and a gap appeared in the ice wall on one side, from which a gloomy cold wind blew out, obviously connecting to other places.

After Mo Xian hesitated for a moment, he burrowed into the crack.

Perhaps because of the large-scale collapse, the crack was sometimes wide and sometimes narrow, making it difficult for Mo Xian to move through it.

Moreover, the cracks in it are as intricate as a spider web, and it is impossible to know where it will lead.

After more than an hour like this, a very huge space suddenly appeared in front of Mo Xian.

Among them, there is faint blue light flickering.

Mo Xian stopped his figure, touched it slowly, and looked down.

At a depth of tens of meters away from him, there is a huge ice platform, and a very strange circular pattern is outlined on the ground with a unique black juice.

And around the pattern, there are dozens of men in black robes besieging the city, with weird seals on their hands, and chanting obscure spells in their mouths.

In the center of the pattern, a man in black robe stood quietly, with a blue flame burning on his body.

This flame is very strange, giving people an extremely cold feeling.

After a while, the voices of those men in black chanting incantations became louder, and blood began to drip from the palms of the seals, blending into the patterns on the ground.

It seemed that these men in black robes were performing some kind of mysterious ceremony.

But Mo Xian didn't care about it, his eyes just tried to lock onto the man in black robe in the middle.

Although he couldn't see his face clearly, this black-robed man was very similar to the leading black-robed man he had seen before, and it was very likely that he was the same person.

However, Mo Xian did not act rashly, but carefully checked the strength of those black-robed men.

The strength of these people is extremely strong, and the lowest strength is probably the one-star Martial Emperor Realm.

And the highest one is already at the six-star Martial Emperor Realm.

He still can't see the strength of the man in black in the middle, but he is obviously stronger.

Perhaps aware of something, the man in the black robe in the middle suddenly raised his head and looked at Mo Xian.

(End of this chapter)