Chapter 179: A Voice Resounding Outside the Cold Mist

At the moment when the pearl was lifted into the sky, Bai Zao saw a lot of dense black shadows, but the speed of the opponent was too fast, and he couldn't count the number with his spiritual sense.

The snow field that was selected as the location of the Dao battle this year was an ancient battlefield where the human race fought against the beast tide. It has been cleaned up many times by the strong human race. Logically speaking, there will not be any particularly powerful snow country monsters.

She thought that the real danger would be after entering the black mountain range, who would have thought that there were so many snow-footed beasts hidden deep in the snow.

Moreover, these snow-footed beasts are all very high-level. The snow-footed beast that attacked her just now has only three legs, and it can easily leap tens of feet, as fast as lightning.

Although a snowfoot beast of this level still lacks intelligence, its fighting instinct is already extremely powerful and terrifying—the three-legged snowfoot beast came to the field from the ground, and the timing of attacking her was excellent.

In the end, she killed the snowfoot beast with a magic weapon, but she also paid the price of being injured.

Two other companions were injured at the very beginning.

The clear bells kept ringing in the night, helping the wounded to protect their Dao heart, and at the same time kept warning where there were snowfoot beasts attacking from the ground.

That Xuanling Sect female disciple sat cross-legged on the snow, closed her eyes tightly, the medicinal power of the elixir she just ate had been exhausted, she wondered how long her true essence could last.

Following the guidance of the bell, a cyan sword light went out and back.

Looking at the sword light, Bai Zao's eyes showed admiration, Qing Shan's sword was really amazing.

Yao Songshan glanced at the flying sword that was back in front of him, confirmed that the sword body was not corroded by the blood of the snowfoot beast, felt a little relieved, looked at Bai Zao and asked, "How is it?"

He really admired this girl in white clothes who looked extremely weak.

She is worthy of being the jewel in the head of the Zhongzhou faction, with a strong leadership and commanding ability, and a very high level of portable magic weapon, and the ability to arrange formations is so good.

The pearl in the night sky is not only for lighting, but also a pivot, inspired by Bai Zao's spiritual consciousness, forming an extremely strong barrier.

This barrier blocked most of the snow-footed beasts in the night, and he and the senior sister of the Xuanling Sect cooperated to kill those snow-footed beasts that came out of the ground.

It's just that Xuanling Sect's senior sister's real energy was consumed too quickly, and Bai Zao was injured again, so I don't know how long this formation can last.

Bai Zao looked very weak, but his eyes were calm and confident.

After going through the dangerous moment of being attacked by the snowfoot herd, she is confident to take all her companions to support until dawn.

At that time, even if Han Haoniao didn't find out about their situation, I believe there will be other reinforcements. Even if there is nothing, the problem should not be too big.

Just as she was thinking about these things, she suddenly felt that the surroundings became colder.

She had noticed earlier that an extremely cold wind was blowing in the canyon, and the fire was almost extinguished.

The snow field is indeed extremely cold, but such a low temperature is still extremely rare.

A dense fog gushed out from the canyon at some point, covering the snowfield where they were.

The mist was colder than the wind just now, and it seemed that there were countless ice crystals condensed in it. Even if they were practitioners, their exposed skin felt needle-like pain.

The flames decrease in height at a speed visible to the naked eye.

With a solemn expression, Bai Zao said, "Maybe I can't hold it any longer."

I don't know what formed this mist, it was extremely cold and thick, and even the consciousness would be stagnated in it.

Bai Zao's consciousness is connected with that bright pearl in the night sky, and he can feel it most clearly.

Without the connection of spiritual consciousness, the formation will naturally gradually dissipate.

Yao Songshan raised his eyebrows slightly, walked up to Bai Zao, and the green sword moved accordingly.

The female disciple of Xuanling Sect opened her eyes, supported each other with two other injured practitioners to the sides of Bai Zao, and called out the last magic weapon for protection.

The fog grew thicker and the fire thinner and weaker until it finally went out.

The pearl also grew darker and darker until it could no longer be seen.

The night fog covered everything, and the sound of friction sounded again, more densely, and much closer to them.

Will this fog clear?

Bai Zao thought about this question.

Dao warfare is of course an extremely dangerous trial, and the teachers will definitely not make a move until the most critical moment, but the battle changes rapidly, and if something happens, even the elders of the transformation god state may not have time to make a move. Similar situations have happened many times in previous years, so many contestants will die in every Meihui Taoist battle.

What's more, today's cold fog came too suddenly, too weird, and too scary, she had never seen it before in the previous records.

If the senior brother was here, what would he do?

In the darkness, her hands fell to her waist, holding two pieces of cold things.

There are five people here, which is not enough.

She thought silently in her heart and let go of her hand.

The moment she let go of her hand, a voice came from the night.

In such a dangerous situation, that voice was still so calm, without any emotional ups and downs, and even seemed a little indifferent, but it was naturally convincing.

"Ring the bell."

That female disciple of Xuanling Sect recalled Qingyinling subconsciously.

There was a crackling sound in the night.

A heavy object fell on the snow, splashing a lot of snow dust and falling on Yao Songshan's face.

But compared with the chill in the dense fog, these snow flakes made him feel a little warmer.

The peaceful voice sounded again.

"Vertical shield."

Yao Songshan could vaguely see a black shadow standing upright about two feet in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, there was an extremely heavy impact sound, and then a muffled groan.

The voice sounded again without stopping.

"Star Pot."

"ignition."

"Broken cold branch."

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The fire was re-ignited, and although the fire was a little weak, it still illuminated the vicinity.

The fire of true essence can still last for a period of time in the extremely cold fog.

A faint blue star pot was placed on the ground in front of the fire, and a little bit of starlight sprayed out from the spout, covering everyone in it.

Just a few steps away from the starlight barrier, a snowfoot beast was struggling to stand up.

Yao Songshan pinched the sword formula, the green sword pierced through the fog and pierced through the head of the snowfoot beast, bringing out a streak of green blood.

The green sword did not fly back, but continued to walk through the cold fog.

For some reason, with the chill in the fog, the power of the sword light seemed to be even greater, killing the two snowfoot beasts again in an instant.

Hearing the three words Duan Hanzhi, Yao Songshan confirmed who the owner of the voice was.

Broken Cold Branch is the seventh move of Shangde Peak Xueliu Sword Art.

Only Qingshan disciples know that he was a disciple of Shangde Peak before entering Liangwang Peak.

Except for Yao Songshan, the other three couldn't react because the situation changed too quickly.

Bai Zao knew who it was.

From the ball of real fire and star pot, she recognized that the other party should be a Taoist friend of Xuantianzong and Zhaixinglou.

There were two of them in Jing Jiu's team.

What about him?

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I don't know if it's because of the fire light or the star pot, or Yao Songshan's suddenly powerful Xueliu swordsmanship, the snowfoot beasts retreated into the night again, not daring to approach.

The cold fog was too heavy, and the firelight could not illuminate too far. People looked around, but they couldn't see anything, they could only hear the sound.

That was the sound of an iron sword piercing through the air, the sound of gold and stone cracking, and other than that, it was the ugly scream of the snowfoot beast.

But there are so many snowfoot beasts in the night, can he survive? Why not enter the range of the star pot defense and take a break?

Hearing the voice in the night mist, Yao Songshan was very worried, and wanted to rush out several times, thinking that he had not received the order, so he forcibly held back.

The voices in the fog became denser and more distant, until finally they disappeared without a trace.

Yao Songshan couldn't bear it anymore and said, "I want to go out and have a look."

Bai Zao said, "He didn't say anything."

Yao Songshan said: "I am worried about him."

Bai Zao said, "I trust him."

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The young ascetics waited nervously, treated their injuries, rested alternately, and resisted the chill in the fog, and had no mood to speak all night.

After an unknown amount of time, the fog finally showed signs of dissipating.

The female disciple of the Xuanling Sect opened her eyes, looking at the very faint morning light high above the sky, with a smile of the survivors after a catastrophe appeared on her face.

There were footsteps outside the fog.

Everyone looked over.

Jing Jiu stepped out of the fog.

The faint firelight fell on his face at the same time as the morning light.

Bai Zao looked at him quietly, thinking how beautiful he was.

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