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Chapter 1705
The Burial Demon Ice Field is located in the northwest of Tianlan Realm, where it snows all the year round, and there are many powerful restrictions. It is said that there are monsters that kill the cultivators of the God Transformation. In the end, the Devil Burying Ice Field was evacuated, and the Devil Burying Ice Field became the three most dangerous places in Tianlan Realm.

Because the unique environment of the Burial Ice Field is very suitable for planting ice-type elixir, the Tianlan Sect opened up a large number of spiritual fields around the Ice Field, planted ice-type elixir, and sent a group of disciples to guard it.

Fan Xue was born in a family of cultivators, a monk of Ice Spirit Root, who has practiced Taoism for four hundred years. She is already in the late stage of Yuanying. Her family has a lot of power in Tianlan Sect. The environment of the Burial Devil Ice Field is very suitable for her cultivation. Fan Xue sits here More than 300 years.

There are three Nascent Soul cultivators and dozens of Alchemy Formation cultivators sitting in this rudder. Even if the battle is tight, Tianlan Sect did not mobilize the cultivators here, and Fan Xue was able to practice with peace of mind.

The area of ​​the Burying Devil Icefield is more than [-] million miles, and at the end is the windless sea. It is safer to enter through the entrance guarded by Fan Xue.

The entrance is located in a narrow valley. The snow on the ground is as high as a person. In the valley there is a vast white manor. Bitter, blowing countless white snowflakes.

In the meeting hall, Fan Xue was talking with two fellow students.

"The monks in the Dongli Realm are too noisy. Many rudders have been attacked. I heard that there is a Nascent Soul monk who manipulates corpses. Even Senior Brother Shangguan can't do anything to him. The rudder asked us to strengthen our vigilance."

Fan Xue said solemnly that the senior brother Shangguan she was talking about was Shangguan Ming, the great-great-grandson of Shangguan Tianhong.

Shangguan Ming is a monk with dual spiritual roots of wood and fire. He has the cultivation base of the late Nascent Soul, and his strength is not inferior to that of the Nascent Soul Dzogchen monk. His strength can rank among the top five among the Nascent Soul monks of the Tianlan Sect.

"Manipulating the refining corpse? No way! Brother Shangguan is the great-great-grandson of Uncle Shangguan, and there are several spirit treasures, so there's nothing you can do about him?"

A short, fat old man in white robes with a kind face said in surprise.

"This person's corpse refinement is unusual, he can release spells, he can use Taoism and supernatural powers, and he has both offense and defense, which is different from ordinary corpse refiners."

Fan Xue explained that she didn't quite believe it either. Corpse refinement gives the impression that it is relatively rigid, relying on a strong physical body to bite close to the body, and corpse refinement is afraid of the Taoist method of thunder and fire attributes. The corpse refinement refined by monks in the Dongli Realm can release Taoism and supernatural powers, attack and defense are integrated, unimaginable.

"We don't need to blow up the wind of others. The Nascent Soul cultivators in the Dongli Realm are the only ones who are powerful. Didn't Senior Brother Zhao capture many Dongli Realm monks? I believe that all the Dongli Realm monks will be caught sooner or later. ..."

Before the white-robed old man finished speaking, a melodious pipa sounded and the siren blared.

"Not good, enemy attack."

Fan Xueyu's expression changed, and she flew out immediately.

They flew out of the meeting room, and were surprised to find that the disciples under the door were abnormal. They were dancing, laughing, howling, or angry. They had one thing in common, their eyes were dull, and they were obviously trapped in an illusion .

"Illusion! Shangguan Wei!"

The first thing Fan Xue thought of was Shangguan Wei. Shangguan Wei killed many Tianlan sect monks with illusion, and there were few opponents.

Outside the valley, Wang Ruyan was sitting on the ground, holding the Tianhuan pipa in both hands, plucking the strings of the pipa non-stop with ten fingers, and the melodious sound of the pipa sounded.

Standing beside Wang Ruyan, Wang Changsheng looked indifferent. Both he and Wang Ruyan were covered by a blue glow, and Wang Ruyan's aura reached the level of the early stage of transformation.

The three of Fan Xue flew out of the valley, they were shocked when they saw Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan.

"The Celestial Couple of Qinglian!"

As soon as they appeared, a seven-color aura lit up in the sky above their heads. It was the seven-color glazed bowl. This spiritual treasure was sent flying by Wang Changsheng without destroying it.

The seven-color glazed bowl turned around and sprayed out a piece of seven-color spiritual light, covering Fan Xue and the three of them.

Before the three of Fan Xue had time to avoid it, a rapid bell rang, which was the Dementor Bell.

They were dizzy, and before they regained consciousness, they were covered by the seven-color aura.

The sound of the pipa suddenly became hasty, and it didn't take long for the sound of the pipa to become passionate, and then it became tactful.

The expressions of Fan Xue and the three were in a trance, their breathing became rapid, and their bodies were full of aura, and they all sacrificed their magic weapons to attack the seven-color mask.

Rumble!
A huge roar sounded, and the seven-color mask remained motionless.

Fan Xue took out a pale golden talisman from her sleeve, and before she could offer it up, a sharp pain came from her sea of ​​consciousness, her body trembled, and she almost fell from the air.

Soon, their expressions became crazy, and they took out sharp weapons one after another, and chopped off their own heads.

With a flash of inspiration, the three miniature Nascent Souls flew out of the body. Just after the Nascent Soul left the body, a blue glow descended from the sky, engulfing the three miniature Nascent Souls into a giant tower that shone with blue light.

At the same time, the monks in the valley committed suicide one after another.

It took ten breaths from Wang Ruyan's attack to her killing all the monks at the rudder. If it was Shangguan Wei, it would not have taken such a long time.

The difference is that Wang Ruyan's supernatural powers come with sonic attacks, and illusion is just one of them, while Shangguan Wei's supernatural powers are all biased towards illusion.

"If we all advance to the stage of transforming gods, and there is a rhythm-type Tongtian Lingbao, it will be very easy for us to destroy a sect."

Wang Changsheng said a little excitedly, Wang Ruyan killed dozens of monks without any effort, and she will definitely be even more powerful when she enters the stage of transforming gods.

Wang Ruyan smiled sweetly, and said: "I am different from my husband. You are pursuing materialistic cultivation of immortality, and I am following spiritual cultivation. Spiritual objects can help me to a certain extent, but they pay more attention to my state of mind. Let's help Qingzhi avenge me, and my state of mind is complete. Quite a few, just take this opportunity to retreat and practice, and hit the Nascent Soul's Great Perfection."

Wang Changsheng nodded, took out a communication talisman, and threw it behind him.

Not long after, Huang Fugui and others flew over.

Seeing that all the buildings were intact, Huang Fugui was shocked. From the looks of it, the Qinglian Immortal Companion wiped out the cultivator at the helm without any effort.

"You quickly cleaned up the battlefield, and then burned it down here, making the illusion of looting."

Wang Changsheng told Wang Qiuming and the others that they attacked many rudders and took away many good things.

Wang Qiuming responded, and led his clansmen to clean the battlefield.

After a cup of tea, amidst a huge roar, a raging fire ignited at this rudder, and the flames shot into the sky.

Wang Changsheng and others flew into the Icefield of Buried Demons. Considering that this is one of the three most dangerous places in the Tianlan Realm, Wang Changsheng dared not be careless, and his consciousness was wide open.

Wang Ruyan used the Wufeng Dharma Eye to carefully observe the surrounding environment.

After passing through an open field, there is a continuous white mountain range, and you can see many white trees more than a hundred feet high.

Two days later, Wang Changsheng and others stopped. In front of them was a lake with a size of [-] mu. The strange thing was that the snow here was as high as a person, but the lake did not freeze.

Wang Changsheng's spiritual consciousness penetrated into the lake water, and his spiritual consciousness penetrated a hundred feet into the bottom of the lake, but was blocked by some kind of restriction.

"This is Meteor Immortal Lake. According to records, Nascent Soul cultivators will die if they fly over here. There should be some kind of powerful restriction. Only fire-attributed spirit treasures or other special treasures can pass through here safely."

Holding a blue jade slip in her hand, Wang Ruyan frowned and said.

(End of this chapter)