Chapter 623 Courage Nine

In a chaotic palace corridor.

Lin Xin led Bihushan's team around a corner, and saw a chaotic scene.

Snowmen and monks mingled together.

There were two groups of monks, one group wore khaki clothes, and most of them held strange weapons like steel claws in their hands.

The other group of men in blue relied entirely on the palm of their hands, making the sound of wind and thunder resound frequently, and their momentum was overwhelming.

"It's the Hengsha Sect and the Tianjing Sect. They came quickly, but they also died quickly."

Feng Huai said coldly behind him.

"Is this Nihility Palace something that small households like them can get their hands on?"

"The suzerains of both sects are here, it seems that they are all dispatched." Zheng Rong reminded in a low voice.

He looked at Fenghuai, but the latter turned his gaze to Lin Xin.

"Don't look at me, the current team leader is Brother Lin."

Lin Xin nodded and glanced at the chaotic scene.

It seems that the snowman will be killed in a short time, and there are two fifth-order extremes in the two sects to support the situation.

"Go directly, don't waste time."

He strode directly towards the middle of the melee, and Bihushan and his group quickly followed behind him.

Chi!

A snowman blocked the way ahead and was slashed by the red flower sword. The whole person was split into two and flew sideways, knocking over two entangled monk snowmen.

"who!?"

"It belongs to Bihu Mountain!"

All of a sudden, all the monks noticed these sudden changes.

There were only more than 20 monks present, all of whom were above Jindan, which was already the essence of his sect.

As for Bihushan's team, there were as many as seven or eight people. Once they joined the battle, they could wipe out the Snowman quickly.

But the young man in the lead didn't look sideways, and walked directly through the battle situation,

Chi!

Another snowman stood in front of him. Before anyone could see clearly, the snowman fell to the ground, his body hissing into snow powder, and the immortality on his body was useless. No one even saw how he died.

The people of the two sects were shocked and terrified, they gave way unconsciously, even the snowmen and monks who were fighting to the death, also shifted their positions, not daring to get close to the Bihushan group at all.

A snowman approached the team slightly, and two Bihushan monks drew their swords at the same time.

Chi!

With a flash of white light, the snowman fell to the ground with a bang, his body was broken into three sections, scattered into snow powder and did not get up again.

He even killed this snowman like looking at a radish. The undead feature is actually invalid.

It was only then that everyone noticed that the swords of these monks were faintly covered with a layer of white light, which looked extremely conspicuous.

Suddenly, a monk in yellow seemed to be hit by a snowman and retreated a few steps, blocking the path of Bihushan and his group.

"Step aside."

Lin Xin paused, staring at the man who suddenly appeared.

The man actually stood there, shrunk slightly, but still didn't move away.

"Ahead is the place where the treasure is hidden, brothers and sisters of Bihushan, our two sects have worked so hard to hold the snowman outside, but you are better off, go straight in and snatch the fruits of victory.

Bihu Mountain? Hehe, no matter how overbearing you are, you still have to leave us a way to survive, right? "

The man's eyes flickered, his eyes pretending to suppress resentment, but he didn't dare to look up at Lin Xin.

Lin Xin frowned and was about to speak.

Boom!

The person in front of him was suddenly hit on the shoulder by Feng Huai, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and rolled out like a gourd, life or death was unknown.

"Get in the way again, die!"

Feng Huai said coldly.

"Brother Lin, if people from these small sects dare to stop them, even if they are killed, they can only bear with it. In this world, who dares to say that I, Bihushan, are wrong?

Brother Lin's behavior, after all, he is still late in joining the sect, and he doesn't have the style of my Bihushan people. "

Lin Xin was a little stunned. After a moment of stunned, he looked at the other people around him, and they all seemed to take it for granted.

The other two sects were silent like cicadas, no one dared to step forward to stop them.

The two sect masters showed grief and indignation, but they were held back by the two stronger snowmen, unable to move.

On the faces of all Bihushan monks, there was a hint of arrogance faintly.

"Okay... I probably understand." Lin Xin finally understood what the so-called overlord of the human world is.

He continued to lead the team forward, but this time no one dared to stop him.

There were some monks who were a little too close to each other, but they were directly opened by the team members without any politeness.

In the middle of the chaotic battle situation, a wide and straight passage was directly separated.

"The front is the central hall, and I can already sense the smell of the magic weapon in the boundary between life and death in the Four Seas and Fairy Mountains." Huang Le reminded Lin Xin in a low voice.

"Be careful." Lin Xin raised his hand.

A group of people passed through the battlefield. In front of them was a frozen white river. There were no scratches or footprints on the smooth ice, and it seemed that no one had passed by at all.

The river was more than ten meters wide, and on the other side was a black metal gate. The gate had been beaten to pieces, and there were gaps everywhere.

Through the holes, one can see that there is a large net of light red silk threads inside, completely covering the entire hall.

"This is the River of Resentment. It is a river condensed from the vitality of all the creatures who have died in this void palace for countless years. It cannot pass through directly, otherwise the magic weapon will be ignorant and the cultivation base will be damaged."

Zheng Rong said in a deep voice.

At this time, he was about to reach the place, but Fenghuai stopped making a sound, but quietly shrank behind Lin Xin, and let the two of them block him from left to right.

"The River of Resentment?" Lin Xin didn't move.

A Bihushan monk stepped forward, took out a funnel-like magic weapon, flipped the switch a few times on the side of the magic weapon, and then plunged it into the river.

Suddenly there was a rapid hissing sound.

At the place where the funnel was inserted, the white ice quickly melted, turning into a pale green boiling river.

The surface of the river stretches forward, slowly forming a dark green channel more than one meter wide.

It's just not fast, you need to wait.

Lin Xin tried to squat down and touched the white ice surface with his hand.

The fingertips suddenly hurt, and quickly turned black, and the resentment invaded his body immediately, and he was frantically trying to rush into his blood vessels and meridians.

But fortunately, Lin Xin's physique is too strong, his resistance is extremely terrifying, and the speed of resentment is extremely slow. It just rises slowly at the fingertips, and there is no need to worry about danger for a few days.

It's just that even his body can have such troubles, one can imagine the horror of the ice-faced resentment.

"What a terrible erosion."

He quickly operated the white light to expel the green gas from his fingers.

"Brother, don't worry. With this potion of resentment, we only need to wait for a while. This is a threat to other monks, and we can pass it normally." Zheng Rong explained.

Lin Xin nodded, looked up at the front door, through the hole in the door, he could faintly see the golden light and black air fighting for the front, and the sound of roaring and explosions could be heard endlessly.

Although he couldn't feel the breath inside, he could indeed sense the fluctuation of the purifying power of the stupid sister.

The power of purification is extremely pure and clean, even in the sealing enchantment, it can be noticed.

It's just that the fluctuation of the purification power fluctuated a little, and Lin Xin felt a little worried.

Sister Stupid must have recently awakened the power of the Xingxing Clan's bloodline after being transferred attributes by him, coupled with the bloodline wings activated in the previous ceremony. The purification power of this level is probably only the lowest level of the wings, and there is no self-protection power.

"Soon...soon..." He stared at the slowly melting ice, waiting patiently.

By comparing with Feng Huai, Lin Xin roughly understands his level of strength in the fifth level at this time.

A fifth-level and second-level monk like Fenghuai can be regarded as an ordinary first-class immortal. But because he is a monk of Bihu Mountain, his skills have a long endurance, so even if he spends ten days and ten nights with his opponent, there is no danger of exhaustion of his true energy.

The biggest advantage of the Qingyuan Jue is the pure energy of the true essence, which is more than ten times stronger than that of other fifth-order immortals.

It's a pity that the prohibition of spells here caused Fenghuai's many magic weapons to be sealed in the space equipment and could not be taken out, resulting in nowhere to use his mighty true energy. He lost his biggest advantage, that's why he was oppressed so badly by a snowman guarding the royal family before.

But the energy storm will eventually pass...

Once stopped, Lin Xin estimated that Feng Huai's strength could burst out instantly, which would not be lower than his current cultivation level.

After all, the aura of the thing in this guy's hand made him feel extremely afraid.

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Looking at Lin Yaoyang's body in a state of distress, the hem of his skirt was torn, and the black socks on his legs were worn out with several big holes, which were a bit tattered, and the clothes on his chest could hardly cover a pair of billowing waves.

Dong Shengping couldn't help feeling slightly angry.

"The name of the power of purification has been rumored for a long time, but today I have to ask for advice."

He suppressed the desire in his heart and fought to kill, regardless of the beauty and ugliness of men and women. This is the main idea he has followed for hundreds of years, and it is also an important key to his survival until now.

So he said this very seriously.

Lin Yaoyang also calmed down. It's just that there was nothing in his hand, and when he was hesitating and helpless, suddenly the person opposite pulled out the sword he was carrying on his back and threw it over.

"Go on! You should be using a sword, right?" Dong Shengping said calmly. "I respect every opponent, every enemy I've ever faced.

Because respecting each other means respecting yourself. "

Lin Yaoyang was taken aback when he caught the sword, she had never met such an opponent at such a big age.

The same goes for enemies...

She couldn't find any words to describe this feeling for a while.

"Come again."

Dong Shengping folded his arms up and down in front of his chest.

The invisible breath around the body is slowly shaking.

"I can feel that there is a powerful force in your body that has not been tapped."

His black hair flew back violently, as if the hair was pulled by a strong wind and stretched straight.

"Taishang Chukai, True Yuan Hetai..." Dong Shengping's eyes faintly lit up with blue light.

"First couple!!"

Suddenly, his whole body condensed into a ball, covering his arms. Like a stream of transparent water.

Explosively shot towards Lin Yaoyang.

Boom! !

Lin Yaoyang's sword light flickered, and he used his family's Yuan Que swordsmanship with all his strength, and the circles of inner strength drove the air to howl, forming a huge transparent circle.

But the circle was instantly shattered by the water flow.

The transparent water crashed into Lin Yaoyang's chest.

Her eyes darkened, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spit out from her throat. (to be continued ~^~)