Chapter 167 Ice Corpse Play Female Immortal

The Great Xia Dynasty was in the north, with ice disasters for thousands of miles and starving people everywhere. The people were hungry and cold, displaced, and moved south one after another.

Wrapped tightly with a few coats, the system of Old Zhang's swordsman's realm could not resist the cold. He was chilling up and down his teeth, clattering, rubbing his hands back and forth, and sighing: "This Shelley's is so abnormal! The crops are all destroyed, and this year they are considered to be unharvestable, hungry and cold. The food for the court's disaster relief is a drop in the bucket. More than 200 people have died in Zhangjiatun alone. The end of this ghost weather is probably far away, and I don't know what evil he has committed. Alas..."

"There are many villages near us that were all extinct overnight. It is said that they were not starved to death. Lao Zhang, you are a scholar and have a wide knowledge. Do you think our Daxia is haunted?" The fat tailor came over with a little dodging and fear of the unknown.

"A few days ago, I went to Lijiazhai to go to the market and wanted to change some dry food. As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the village, I saw dead people in the ground. They were all as thin as skin and bones, as if they were drained from blood. They were cold and cold, and their eyes were as cold as glass balls. They scared me to lose all my firewood. It was so unlucky!" As soon as the topic was opened, someone joined the Yantuan again.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lao Zhang's thin cheeks suddenly became stiff, and scenes of human tragedy appeared before his eyes. A series of fresh and familiar lives passed by, as if yesterday was vivid in his mind, and the pain of his skin made people feel heartache and cold. He couldn't help but feel particularly ethereal:

"If I expected it would be the legendary demon monster."

"Demon monster? Fox fairy tiger spirit, or peach blossom female ghost?"

"If I expected it would be a zombie."

"Zombies?"

"The existences that gather the resentment and foul air of heaven and earth are immortal, they are never old, immortal, and are suppressed by immortals. They will never see the light forever. Once they enter the world, they will use resentment as their power and human blood as their food, so they will kill animals in large numbers. Among them, those with high cultivation are called droughts, which can fly to the sky and hide from the earth, kill dragons and swallow clouds, and wherever they go, droughts will be plagued thousands of miles."

"Feed from blood? It's a bit like this! But this isn't a drought!"

Old Zhang's somewhat turbid eyes turned, and he shook his head, saying that he didn't know either.

"Zi Wu said that the strange power was chaotic, the sour and corrupted the gods, and the evil words confused the public. Even if you are a swordsman, you will be judged by Xia Lu." Hearing Lao Zhang's remarks, a Confucian scholar wearing a navy blue coat endured it and endured it, but he still wanted to speak quickly for a moment and said his displeasure.

Hearing the accusations of the younger generation, Lao Zhang raised his eyelids weakly and was about to say something. Suddenly, his mind trembled and his hand suddenly pressed on the sword on his waist. But before he could pull it out, the expression on his face was frozen in fear.

The wind raged, and a humanoid freak with ice blue hair appeared in front of everyone. It had a hideous face, a fanged mouth, tall and burly body, pure white eyes, and a strong smell, which made the person feel sick.

The blue-haired monster suddenly opened its bloody mouth, and a pair of cold fangs produced endless suction. Nearly a hundred people felt the internal organs vibrate, and they opened their mouths involuntarily. A pool of essence and blood turned into spring water and sprayed out.

The crimson blood fountain reflects crimson and neon colors under the sunlight, dazzling and with a strong smell of blood, it looks particularly weird.

Nearly a hundred migrant villagers were evacuated from their essence and blood, their bodies gradually became shriveled, their eyes raised, and their bodies were frozen and stiff and purple. In just three or two breaths, most of the villagers were dead, and some young and middle-aged people with strong qi and blood were probably not going to last long.

"The world is bright and bright, and you dare to hurt people. The monster will not die!"

A delicate shout came from the sky, and with the words came a flash of sword energy flying rainbow.

clang!

The blue sword energy flying rainbow swept across the surface of the blue-haired monster, splashing a string of sparks, bringing up a burnt smell. Apart from this, it did not cause any damage to the ice corpse.

"Tsk tsk... The little baby with a quenching level is very weak, but his vitality is very pure and concise. Eating you one is better than 100,000 mortals. This is my luck in getting blue."

The blue-haired monster opened his mouth wide and spoke with a banter in his eyes.

In the distance, a woman in white was raising swords in the sky. She had a beautiful face and elegant body. A layer of light purple clouds attached to her black hair, and her steps were filled with lotus, like a fairy.

"Qu Ruoshui, a true disciple of Qingxuan Sect, is here to take your life!"

As soon as the words came, the sword lights crisscrossed and the blood rivers intertwined. The two fought fiercely, fighting until the sun was dark and the sun was gone.

"Sword Immortal, Qingxuan Gate..."

After all, with the swordsman's strength, he had marrow-cleaning and blood-changing, and was extracted with a large amount of blood. Lao Zhang could still maintain a clear mind. He forced himself to open his eyes wide, his eyes full of desire for life, and he was unwilling to give up the opportunity to observe.

Not everyone can have the opportunity to seek immortals and ask for the truth.

Magic weapons were released one after another, secret techniques were raging, and fist winds were howling. After more than a dozen breaths, the mountains and rivers were crumbled and the world was frozen. Many migrants in the coma were affected by the fish in the pond and their bodies were broken into pieces of meat all over the sky, but Lao Zhang was still lucky and saw the end from the beginning and became one of the few survivors.

"It's over, it's over..."

Although he couldn't understand the battle at the level of immortals, he also knew vaguely that the female sword immortal named "Qu Ruoshui" did not seem to be the opponent of the Ice Corpse "Danlan".

I saw Gan Lan's body flashing, her upper and lower jaws intertwined. With a "click", the gorgeous dark blue sword was bitten by it and scattered into pieces all over the sky. It was suspended in the air, looking at Qu Ruoshui fighting with several ice snakes, his eyes full of joking.

The realm of the second level of temptation [Psychic], communicating spirit, and magic power nourishes the soul, and the soul gives magic power and spirituality. Once magic power is formed, even if it leaves the body and does not give instructions, it can still have short-term spiritual intelligence. He stood aside, and as long as he maintained the output of mana, these ice wheel long snakes will sooner or later capture Qu Ruoshui.

"It's too strong, I'm no match at all! Is the gap between the first level of quenching and the second level of quenching? My sword-type realm is completely stable. It wants to kill me, but it is just enough to capture me. If it hadn't been to capture me alive, I'd probably die long ago!"

Ice slag water chips are shining brightly.

Qu Ruoshui's eyes were anxious and his breath became slightly dispersed. Since she broke through to the secret realm of tempering, her spirit has been rising again and again, and even once regarded herself as the protagonist of the world, and regarded the enemy blocking the way as an ant. However, the secret technique that can be used in "Ziyi Tongxuan" has been fully displayed. When the secret treasure fell out, she still has no ability to challenge the above level.

Click click click click click click click...

The ice snake tangled up, and the thick yellow cover of the body-protecting magic weapon made a sour sound. Qu Ruoshui realized that he was at a loss. Seeing that the magic weapon was about to shatter and capture it alive for the Earth Demon.

A quiet and peaceful voice came, carrying the deep magic power as deep as abyss and prisons, making a sound, the ice layer smashed and the silver snake shattered.

"I am plotting against my Qingxuan Sect, but I can only apologize for death. Nine Yin Hanba, have you been happy on the ground for a long time, do you really think that there is no strong man among me?

Looking in the direction of the sound, a handsome young man in a moon-white robe flew over with his sword. After the words were forgiven, he seemed to be a God of Haori.

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