Chapter 538

"Finally, Lu Daoyou has come here. Lu Daoyou has worked hard." including chiyunsang, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. At this time, he seemed to get rid of some kind of bondage. Instead of being cautious before, he had a rare laugh.

Lu Xiaotian also breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, he intuitively felt that things would not be simple. According to chiyunsang's performance, he was afraid that his understanding of the ethereal hall was far above everyone else. Including Huiling ye, who confused the essence of blue rattan tree before, is also very not simple. Chiyunsang is fine alone. Yang Cuiyun of Tianhai Pavilion also has it. It can never be a coincidence.

"Did equatorial friends find anything?" Yang Cuiyun blinked a pair of seemingly muddy, but actually shrewd eyes.

"I'm just in a good mood after walking through the ancient Qingzhan road. I can't talk about any discovery. If I have to say yes, I'm afraid we also feel that after walking through the ancient Qingzhan Road, we may have entered the range of the misty hall. In addition to the most difficult area to break through, although there are many dangers in it, it should not be as difficult as now." Chiyunsang said.

"Even so, we must be careful. Although other places may not be as dense as before, once we touch the treasure, we may still face other mechanisms and even powerful monsters." Yang Cuiyun said.

"Silence, someone is coming!" when they were about to speak, chiyunsang suddenly changed his face and reminded the people.

The people were shocked. They went through a lot of hardships to enter here. They didn't expect to meet other monks. Chiyunsang has the highest cultivation and is the first to notice a monk approaching. The crowd hid carefully. A moment later, a group of seven white friars, half male and half female, passed over the top of their heads, followed by several powerful breath. Lu Xiaotian completely restrained his breath. However, after a few breaths, there were more than a dozen strong breath, half the size of an adult, with several feet of trunk. The purple flying ants that looked very strong vibrated their wings, The mouth of the flying ant exudes a trace of cold. Even the monks hundreds of feet below can feel a burst of bone etching cold, "eat the cold demon ant!"

Moreover, there are nearly a hundred of them, led by an unusually strong head ant of level 8, and the others have reached the level of level 7 or above. They look ugly for a while. It seems that it is not safe to walk through the Qingzhan ancient road, but more dangerous, but they are no longer as difficult as before. But the present danger, once encountered, is almost a fatal situation. More than a hundred cold eating demon ants above the seventh level, even if they encounter them, they will be swallowed so that there is no residue left.

The cold demon eating ant is very fast. Under its wings, the soldiers are divided into several routes. Dozens of them have the strongest strength and the fastest speed all the way. Under the leadership of the eighth order cold demon eating ant, they have reached the front of the friars.

Hiss-----

A large mass of white gas came out directly from the mouth of the cold demon eating ant.

"Come on, use the strongest attack!" the head, the middle-aged monk in white, was angry and anxious. He stretched out his hand to pat the spirit beast bag. The white light flashed, and a green feather demon bird fluttered out. The green feather demon bird's breath was not weak. It was also a very rare eighth order spirit bird. Compared with those cold demon eating ants.

The middle-aged man in white rode on the back of the green feather demon bird, opened his mouth and spit out an ancient Brown bell. It rose rapidly in the wind and ran head-on into the cold demon ants.

Other friars in white also offered their own magic tools one after another. Taking the ancient Brown bell as the arrow, they took a triangular formation and rushed forward recklessly.

However, the frost white smell vomited by those cold demon ants has quickly spread to the range of nearly a hundred feet, and the white gas is getting thicker and thicker. When the magic weapon and white Qi touch together, the frost white Qi climbs onto the magic weapon at a speed visible to the naked eye. Lu Xiaotian hid far away and could even feel the slight trembling of those magic tools because they were too cold.

In fact, of course, the magic tools will not feel cold. What really feels cold is the divine consciousness attached to them by those monks in white.

Not only are the magic tools, but also the white friars affected by the frost white smell. At this time, the speed suddenly slows down. In the twinkling of an eye, the frost white cold wrapped all the magic instruments.

And the other two cold eating demon ants have begun to gather around. It is also a large amount of white gas. Congealed but not dispersed in the wind, it seems that it can spread to the approximate place according to the control of the cold demon ant.

"I'm so cold that I can't stand it." one of the white friars with gray hair had white hair and beard because of the strength of the white frost on his body. His body was shaking violently. Obviously, it was too cold and his body was shaking uncontrollably. The body shield around the body was also fragmented under the attack of frost white Qi force.

"Ah!" the white clad old man with the weakest cultivation didn't even scream at this time. Once the mana was consumed excessively, those soft and incomparable frost white breath climbed onto the white clad old man's body, and a thick layer of ice crystals formed around the white clad old man's body. In the twinkling of an eye, the white clad old man became a huge human ice sculpture suspended in the air. Through the transparent ice crystal, you can also see the fear of the old man in white solidified on his face.

"Elder martial brother Dong, hurry, Yuanyang is broken!" several other friars in white shouted hysterically at this time.

"OK! Let's fight with all our strength to break through these obstacles!" the head, the middle-aged man surnamed Dong in white, responded with his hands together, and a drum of huge mana rippled from him. His power was not much lower than that of chiyunsang. He was also a monk in the later stage of Jindan.

Several other friars in white raised their heads and roared, and their violent mana rolled away, a desperate posture.

With the mana running higher and higher, the magic tools on their bodies vibrated and a dazzling white light converged together, as if it were a light wave formed by converging with a large number of sunlight, shaking forward. The frost white Qi force impacted by the white light wave finally showed a messy trend at this time, like a surging wave in a Wang fog pool.

However, the more than 30 cold demon eating ants in the front were not easy. They screamed, and more frost white Qi was spit out from their mouths and blocked in front of the light wave again. The two air forces compete with each other. Although the joint attack of several white friars was extraordinary, they faced several times of cold demon ants after all. In an instant, the originally white face suddenly swelled red.

However, at this time, the most powerful middle-aged surnamed Dong flashed a trace of gloom in his eyes, moved his body, and even separated from the group of his peers. Naturally, the cold eating demon ants on the opposite side are not easy to match. They spit out a frost white smell to block the middle-aged Dong. However, the middle-aged Dong's face flashed with a trace of cruelty. The previous green feather demon finch blocked the frost white attack. The middle-aged Dong shouted, crackled and exploded, and the middle-aged Dong's body suddenly became small, It was shortened to the size of a seven or eight year old boy, but the speed increased sharply. Taking advantage of the effort of the green feather demon bird in front of him, it has shot out the attack range of the cold demon ant.