Chapter 616: Courage II

Along the way to the place where the sound came from, he encountered two groups of yeti attacks.

But it's meaningless, these weird existences don't even have the right to stop him for a second.

In less than ten minutes, Lin Xin came to a wide square where the voice came from.

In the middle of the square, there is a fountain covered with ice and snow. On a distorted statue inside, hangs a young monk in a green robe.

"People from Bihu Mountain!?" Lin Xin looked over and was startled.

The cultivator was a young man, his eyes were wide open, his mouth and nose were bleeding, he had already been killed, and he seemed to be dying.

The corpse was hung on the outstretched hand of the statue, frozen by the low temperature of the wind and snow, motionless.

Lin Xin walked over, the sword shadow flashed, and the corpse fell from his arms and fell into the snow.

He stepped forward to check it carefully.

Open the hem of the corpse's robe, and there are three white lines clearly embroidered on it.

"Third-rank monk, Jindan."

Lin Xin squinted his eyes. A Golden Core cultivator can strengthen himself with alchemy and essence. Even if he cannot use spells, his physique and strength must be at least 50 points above the attribute level.

A Snowman like before would not have more than 30 points of power and speed, and it is absolutely impossible to kill a Golden Core cultivator so easily.

At least after a while of siege, he was covered in bruises.

Stretching out his hand to grope in the monk's arms, Lin Xin turned out a small cone-like thing, turquoise, with a red fish with a single horn engraved on the outside.

After holding it in his hand, Lin Xin tapped it lightly, and suddenly the ruby ​​cone vibrated, like a tuning fork, sending out some invisible waves, which floated far away.

"Yuan Yuansheng! Are you still alive!!?"

Soon a panting voice came from the cone.

"I am the nearby lord, the third true biography of the Qingshan Realm, let the leader talk to me." Lin Xin quickly reported himself.

There was silence for a while, and immediately there was a murmur of chi chi, and soon Feng Huai's voice came from inside.

"Brother Lin?!" He seemed tired. "I didn't expect you to come anyway. I'm afraid I need your help here."

"where are you?"

Lin Xin frowned.

"To the northeast of your position, about two miles away."

As soon as he picked up the corpse, Lin Xin's figure accelerated sharply, drifting towards the northeast like green smoke.

After a while, a melee battlefield slowly appeared in front of them.

On the street between the two buildings.

A large number of snowmen and green-robed monks entangled and killed each other. Snow powder was chopped everywhere, and the blood of the monks flew out from time to time, freezing in mid-air into ice flowers and falling to the ground.

On the narrow street, Feng Huai was fighting with a snowman with a body height of four meters and more than ten arms.

He slashed out with each knife, and each knife could leave deep cut marks on the Snowman's body.

It can even cut off its arms.

But to no avail, the Snowman recovered from the cut in just a few seconds. And the broken limbs that fall can grow into a slightly smaller snowman in just a few seconds and pounce on other people.

Lin Xin glanced at the ground, and there were already seven or eight people lying on the snow, dead or alive.

The remaining five or six people are also struggling to support.

These snowmen can't be killed at all, and cutting off their limbs will grow more.

"One fifth-tier, the rest are either fourth-tier or third-tier, what about the other fifth-tier lords?"

Lin Xin was puzzled, but he still put down the body and walked towards Feng Huai quickly.

"Brother Feng, I'll help you!"

he said loudly.

Fenghuai also saw him coming, and she was happy.

He is not a pure-blooded fifth-order, in this area where spells are restricted. He can only rely on his hard-working sword skills and the powerful physical support of the fifth-order immortal.

But even so, the stalemate lasted less than ten minutes before they got into trouble.

"Brother Lin, hurry up and save someone! These are the fifth-level Snowman Wang family guards! We can't kill them, so let's retreat first!"

Lin Xin unleashed two swords in a row, and scattered several snowmen rushing around him.

He jumped up easily, and flashed past the multi-armed snowman's head.

The extreme state opens and closes instantly.

After the blade cracked lightly, the multi-armed snowman suddenly collapsed violently. More than a dozen arms on its body broke at the same time and fell to the ground with a bang.

Feng Huai took the opportunity to escape.

Taking advantage of the multi-armed snowman's recovery time, Lin Xin slashed his sword in the middle of his waist.

A violent force was transmitted from the snowman's waist immediately, and the strong counter-shock force almost shook his right hand holding the sword.

"It really is the fifth level! It's not a low level!"

With a chill in his heart, Lin Xin quickly took the extremely tired Feng Huai to cover the other team members and quickly evacuated.

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Blood slowly flowed down Song Danhao's forehead.

He tried to open his eyes wide, panting heavily, staring at the tall snowman in front of him.

The black knife formed by the condensed black energy in his hand was piercing deeply into Xuexin's heart at this moment.

On one side, Lin Yaoyang, Xu Ling, and Bai Yu, the palace merchant, all three were covered in scars, their clothes were torn, and they were extremely embarrassed.

Chi!

Pull out the black knife.

The infinitely regenerated and healed snowman finally crashed to the ground.

A pitch-black translucent crystal is impressively inlaid on the tip of the black knife.

"Is this the Snowman King's Tears?"

A noun flashed in Song Danhao's mind.

The four of them tried their best, and various secret methods emerged one after another, delaying for more than an hour.

This was the only way to finally kill the two-meter-tall snowman. If Lin Yaoyang hadn't tried his best to delay the entanglement, he might not have been able to find out the core crystals that were constantly floating in the snowman's body.

"This should be the legendary pure crystal that can enhance the power of the soul, the Snowman King's Tears!"

Song Danhao pulled out the crystal and let out a long sigh.

"Soul power? Can this also be directly improved?" Lin Yaoyang said in amazement.

"Of course, if there is..." Song Danhao didn't finish speaking, but another voice suddenly picked up.

"If there is a certain kind of pure obsession to condense and guide the soul power, it will produce a special treasure that can enhance the power of the soul."

A gentle and calm man's voice came from afar.

"who!?"

The four of them were startled and looked in the direction of the sound from afar.

Whoosh whoosh!

Amid a dozen or so sounds of piercing the air, a refined man with four ears jumped down from the side building lightly.

Along with him were masked monks in platinum robes.

"Fairy Mountain of the Four Seas!!"

Song Danhao shrank his pupils suddenly, he recognized this kind of clothes.

One of the super sects that people have heard about in the Autumn Stone Realm in the Immortal Mountains of the Four Seas, is the second most powerful sect even in the entire human world.

Compared with the Shenluo Mansion he once stayed in, it is simply the gap between ants and elephants.

The visitor is not good!

The hearts of all four sank.

The four-eared man smiled slightly. He looked at the black crystal that fell in Song Danhao's hand.

"If this fellow daoist is willing to hand over the Snowman King's Tears to me, I will lead a team of senior brothers for the Four Seas Fairy Mountain, and I will definitely reward the fellow daoists well after I return."

Around him, more than a dozen monks surrounded the four of them in a somewhat concealed manner, with a hint of threat.

Song Danhao took a deep breath and was about to speak.

Chi!

Suddenly, a mass of white light flashed past him.

Boom!

The four-eared man shot suddenly and blocked his right cheek, where a white spot of light exploded out of thin air.

"What are you!? We got it so hard, you just want to take it away? Is there such a cheap thing in the world?"

Lin Yaoyang couldn't help sneering.

The four-eared man was not angry either, he pinched the white spot between his fingers, but his face showed a slight surprise.

"The purification power of the Xingxing Clan?!"

He raised his head, and his eyes fell on Lin Yaoyang. Looking at each other's pretty face and good figure.

And use the power of pure blood just now.

"I've heard for a long time that the power of Xing Xing's purification is extremely tyrannical. Today I want to see what kind of tyrannical method it is."

He suddenly laughed, and a trace of eagerness and killing intent flashed in his eyes.

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After running for several miles in one breath, everyone left the city center, and the snowman who was chasing them gradually disappeared behind them.

All the monks in Bihu Mountain collapsed to the ground one by one, panting heavily.

"Thank you for coming this time!" Feng Huai sat down on the ground and smiled wryly.

"The energy storm tore apart all the spiritual consciousness that the great powers paid attention to. We are now completely isolated here, and then when we were operating in the city, we suddenly encountered these unkillable snowman guards. If Brother Lin hadn't arrived for this operation, we would have It might really be wiped out.”

"You are welcome from the same clan. What is this place?" Lin Xin waved his hand. He had a face-to-face encounter with the multi-armed snowman just now, and he obviously felt that that guy was much stronger than the Void Demon General he killed earlier.

With his more than 8,000 attributes, he can feel his hand shaking with a single sword strike, and he has an immortal body.

He clearly saw that all the arms that had been chopped off by him were rapidly turning into new snowmen.

Don't talk about Fenghuai, even if he makes a move himself, he may not be able to do anything to the opponent.

"This is the Snowman King's City, far away in the void, an extremely mysterious and strange ethnic group's King's City." Feng Huai sighed.

"I used to only see it in the records, but I didn't expect to meet it for real this time."

"Snowman King City... What is the mission of the sect?" Lin Xin asked doubtfully.

"Find the snowman king's courage and bring him back." Feng Huai replied immediately. "This is a task of 5,000 contribution points. Sure enough, such a generous contribution point is not easy to get."

"The snowman king's courage? What should we do now?" Lin Xin asked with a frown.

"We need support. There are Wang family snowmen everywhere. This kind of monster is at least the fifth-order level, and there are still undead bodies. The more we fight, the more we can deal with it."

Another monk interjected.

"Junior Brother Hong is right. We have tried our best, and the current situation is beyond our ability to deal with it." Feng Huai said helplessly. "Also, I suspect that we are under siege, and there is a high possibility that there are other two teams behind the scenes."

"You mean the Four Seas Fairy Mountain and the Illusory Sea Pole?" A monk couldn't help but ask.

"Not bad." Fenghuai nodded.

"How dare they!?"

A monk immediately got up and said angrily.

"It must be the four-eared monster!" Feng Huai guessed, with a cold look on his face. "I will report to Uncle Bingming when I go back. The fairy mountains of the four seas and the polar regions of the fantasy sea. It seems that they have forgotten who is the real overlord of this world!"

"Is there any evidence?" Lin Xin asked suddenly.

As soon as these words came out, not only Feng Huai laughed, but also the few monks who heard it.

"My people from Bihushan want to inquire about the crime, but do we still need evidence?"

"No one dares not to give me an explanation! Four Seas Fairy Mountains, hehe!"

"I said that the four-eared stranger was polite before, but it turned out that he had already harbored evil intentions."

All the people in the group didn't pay attention to the two sects at all.

Lin Xin's heart shuddered, this was the first time he had seen the arrogance of Bihushan disciples.

"Then what if they don't admit it? What about direct resistance?" He asked again.

"That's even better. My Bihushan monk is outside, and I have the advantage of cutting first and then playing!" Feng Huai suddenly sneered. (to be continued ~^~)