Peach Fortune Ring

These light blue snowflakes are very strange, they can ignore the energy shield on his body, directly penetrate the energy shield and fall on his body before melting.

As the snowflakes melted, Song Yan felt stiff all over. This stiffness not only came from the body, but also from the soul.

Seeing this scene, Linghu Menghua said solemnly at a height of tens of thousands of miles: "This is the old lady Xueyao's "Ice Soul and Snow Soul Sword". I never thought that she would also pass on the sword technique at the bottom of the box to me. Princess Qingping, it seems that she really attaches great importance to this closed disciple!"

"not good!!"

As more and more light blue snowflakes melted on Song Yan's body, he screamed secretly and was about to move them away.

But just as he moved, he found that the void in a radius of a hundred miles was blocked.

"Humph!"

He snorted coldly, and the wings of the Blood Emperor behind him fanned out in conjunction with the Divine Wind Art.

Go five hundred miles!

Finally out of that damn place.

But at the next moment, Princess Qingping stepped forward and turned a hundred miles around into a world of ice and snow again.

"You can't escape!" Princess Qingping looked at Song Yan with extremely cold eyes.

Hearing the words of Princess Qingping, Song Yan was furious and said with a sneer, "Since I can't escape, then I will break him!"

The next moment, his expression became extremely dignified.

At the same time, the spiritual power in the sea of ​​consciousness circulated according to a certain mysterious trajectory, and suddenly, with his body as the center, a specious sword intent diffused.

As this sword intent diffused, those falling light blue snowflakes could no longer approach Song Yan's body.

"Broken Soul!!"

Song Yan spat out two words lightly, and then his whole temperament changed, merging with the mysterious sword intent.

"cut!"

Song Yan swung his sword.

It was just an ordinary swing of the sword, but with the slash of the Qingjiao sword, Princess Qingping's expression changed.

She took a deep breath and waved the spirit sword in her hand.

"Buzz!"

The two swords did not collide, but there were two invisible forces clashing with each other.

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

The next moment, Song Yan and Princess Qingping spurted a mouthful of blood at the same time, and their faces became dull.

"What happened to them?"

Among the crowd watching the battle, a fitness practitioner asked puzzledly.

"If the old man is not mistaken, the two of them are attacking each other's souls with mysterious swordsmanship!" said the middle stage of the tribulation with an extremely horrified expression.

"Attack the soul?"

Hearing this, everyone's expressions changed.

The soul is the root of a cultivator, hidden under the body and soul.

"Is there really a secret method to directly attack the soul in this world?" Another fit practitioner asked.

"Yes!" The mid-term crossing tribulation nodded very solemnly: "This kind of secret technique is extremely terrifying, it makes people careless, and there is no way to defend against it at all!"

at this time!

"Wow!"

Song Yan and Princess Qingping vomited blood again, their expressions became more fatigued, and their breath weakened rapidly, but neither of them had any intention of stopping.

Tens of thousands of miles above the sky.

"Should we stop it? If the fight continues, they will lose both!" Linghu Menghua looked at Jun Jiutian and asked.

"No hurry, let's see again!" Jun Jiutian waved his hand.

At this moment, a jade bottle suddenly appeared beside Song Yan.

"Crack!"

The jade bottle shattered, and hundreds of crystal clear pills flew towards his mouth. He opened his mouth without hesitation, and swallowed the hundred pills. After swallowing the hundred pills, he paled His cheeks were magically rosy.

Seeing this scene, the six Huangmai elders who were tens of thousands of miles high in the sky couldn't help showing shock and surprise.

Immediately Xue Yangzi couldn't help cursing: "Prodigal, why is this kid so prodigal, that's a hundred cold pills!"

[Author's digression]: Second update, thank you [Ah Shua] [Fanbuordin] [Deng Dai a purple chess trace] The three big rewards

Text_340 Chapter [-] Victory

"What kind of elixir did he swallow? It seems that after swallowing the elixir, his aura recovered a lot!" Among the spectators, an out-of-body cultivator brought by an elder at home asked curiously.

"That's the Cold Spirit Pill!" Lao Xiu, who was at the later stage of fusion, replied beside him.

Another fit cultivator said in a deep voice, "The Cold Spirit Pill is a ninth-grade panacea. It is said that it has the mysterious function of improving the aptitude, potential, and talent of the cultivator. Ordinary people become geniuses, and Song Yan actually swallowed a hundred of them in one gulp, what a waste!"

"It's not only a waste, it's just a big prodigal son. He actually took such a peerless pill as a healing pill, why didn't he kill him with a catastrophe!" A tribulation cultivator said very speechlessly, A pair of eyes are faintly red.

But at this moment, another jade bottle appeared in front of Song Yan, and then exploded, and a hundred cold spirit pills flew to his mouth again, and he swallowed it in one gulp.

As the two hundred cold spirit pills melted away, Song Yan's consumed mental power was greatly replenished, even his damaged soul was partially repaired, and his face became rosy.

"Oh my god, he swallowed another hundred! He literally swallowed two hundred genius cultivators!"

Seeing this scene, some cultivators wanted to go crazy, and couldn't help but exclaimed.

At a height of tens of thousands of miles, Xue Yangzi also stared with anger, "No, this old man is going to stop him, this prodigal son is really annoying, how can you eat the cold spirit pill like this!"

"Calm down! Calm down!" Jun Jiutian said suddenly: "The elixir is Song Yan's own, why do you stop him?"

Immediately, Xue Yangzi's expression froze.

"Wow! Wow!"