After binding the longevity lottery system, my lottery will become stronger.

Full of wine and food.

"Ye Lingtian, where should we go next?"

Tang Ruoyu asked.

"Go to Snow Ridge Mountain."

Ye Lingtian whispered.

"Xueling Mountain?"

Tang Ruoyu's eyes lit up. Those martial arts people had previously said that the remnants of the Snow Clan were in Xueling Mountain. He wanted to see what the so-called Snow Clan looked like.

"Take you to see human nature."

Ye Lingtian put his hands behind his back and walked forward.

"Forehead......"

Tang Ruoyu looked stunned.

Snow Ridge Mountain, located to the north of Hanshuang Pass, is a stretch of continuous snow-capped mountains. The mountains are towering, covered with ice and snow, and some green pines grow on the cliffs, making it a special scene in the world of ice and snow.

Half an hour later.

Ye Lingtian and Tang Ruoyu came to the foot of the mountain, where many martial arts people gathered, holding weapons and exuding fierce murderous aura.

"Brothers, the Snow Clan are cruel in their methods. Don't hold back when you face off against them."

"I heard that the Snow Clan is very powerful, so everyone should be careful."

"What are you afraid of? The eminent monks and some strong men from Dabei Temple are fighting with the remnant on the mountain at the moment. She is probably about to die at this moment. Everyone just go up and touch up the wounds."

"Brother is right, everyone can find and punish the evildoers of the Snow Clan."

"..."

These martial artists walked up a path menacingly.

Ye Lingtian and Tang Ruoyu looked at each other and followed.

Top of Snow Mountain.

The cold wind howled and the snow flew.

A group of strong men are surrounding a woman.

The woman is wearing a purple dress. She is tall, graceful, with slender legs, plump breasts, skin as white as snow, tender and delicate, even flesh and bones, and flawless.

The purple veil covered her face, and her specific appearance could not be seen clearly. All she could see was her curved eyebrows, a pair of purple eyes exuding a clear luster, and her long black hair spread around her shoulders, held up casually by a black ribbon. It dances with the cold wind, elegant and colorful.

The woman stood in the ice and snow, like a wisp of purple haze, glowing and extremely conspicuous. She was like a Zixia fairy coming to this world. Her whole body exuded an aura of dust, which was incompatible with this world wrapped in silver.

drop!

Drops of blood flowed down the woman's arm. She had been seriously injured in the fight just now.

"You monster, why don't you just catch him without mercy?"

An old monk who was at the peak of his master's status held a Zen staff and Buddhist beads, staring at the woman in purple skirt with an expressionless face.

And around the woman in the purple skirt, there were eighteen Vajra monks who were in the master realm.

"Old monk, I recognize you. When the Snow Clan was destroyed, your hands were stained with a lot of blood."

The woman in purple skirt looked at the old monk, a faint light flashed in her purple eyes.

"Amitabha, the Snow Clan has committed too many sins and deserves this retribution. I am merciful and the Snow Clan has been destroyed. As long as you surrender and capture them, I can give you a glimmer of hope."

The old monk closed his eyes and turned the beads in his hand.

"hypocritical."

The woman in the purple skirt said two words. The so-called giving her a chance of survival was just to find the whereabouts of the Snow Clan's sacred objects from her. This group of monks were extremely hypocritical.

"Master Xuanhai, why bother talking to this witch? Kill her first."

A middle-aged man wearing a brocade robe and holding a long sword said coldly. He was a powerful man in the later stage of the Grand Master and an elder of Fuzhao Mountain.

When the Snow Clan was wiped out, Dabei Temple and Buzhao Mountain were the key forces. Now that we have seen the remnants of the Snow Clan, we naturally cannot leave them behind. They cut the weeds but fail to remove the roots, and they will grow again when the spring breeze blows.

The power that the Snow Clan can control is so weird that it makes people extremely fearful. Otherwise, the various forces would not have taken action to kill them back then.

"Amitabha! Buddha said, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? For the sake of all the people in the world and for the stability of Beiyan, I, Dabei Temple, can only kill the demon today. Kill!"

Upon hearing this, Master Xuanhai nodded slightly and waved his hand casually.

Eighteen golden Arhats held discipline sticks and immediately attacked the woman in purple skirt.

"..."

The aura of the woman in the purple skirt exploded, indicating that she was a powerful person in the late stage of the Grand Master.

Boom.

The war started again. The woman in the purple skirt had no weapons and used her fists and palms together with murderous intent.

The eighteen golden arhats used the stick formation, and their power exploded, and they were extremely fierce. They only had the realm of masters. When the stick formation was used, the burst of power was also very powerful. Although they could not quickly defeat the woman in the purple skirt, they could still trap the opponent.

Master Xuanhai stared at the woman in the purple skirt. Soon, he found an opportunity. A string of Buddhist beads flew out in an instant, with the power to move mountains, and he was extremely domineering.

The woman in the purple skirt was fighting fiercely with eighteen golden Arhats. When she saw the Buddha beads coming, she subconsciously wanted to dodge, but it was too late. The beads hit her hard on the back.

boom!

The body of the woman in the purple skirt trembled, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, dyeing the veil red and purple. Her breath was extremely messy. She glared at Master Xuanhai and said, "Despicable."

"Amitabha."

Master Xuanhai closed his eyes, the beads flew back to his hands, and he kept reciting the Buddha's words silently.

Eighteen golden Arhats once again attacked the woman in purple skirt.

The woman in the purple skirt could only grit her teeth and take action.

"..."

The middle-aged man from Bu Zhaoshan smiled coldly and was also looking for the best opportunity to attack. The Snow Clan was not weak in strength. If he were to fight alone in the same realm, he would not have the courage.

after a little while.

boom!

There was a loud noise, and the woman in the purple skirt pushed back the eighteen golden Arhats. Her body trembled again, and she spurted out another mouthful of blood, her breath becoming even messier.

"good chance."

The middle-aged man in Fu Zhaoshan's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he unsheathed the long sword in his hand. He instantly attacked the woman in the purple skirt, pointing the tip of the long sword at the opponent's head, intending to kill her with one blow.

The woman in the purple skirt reacted very quickly, turning her body to one side and immediately dodging, but not completely. The sword passed across her neck, leaving a shallow sword mark and a trace of blood red.

"He actually dodged it."

When the middle-aged man saw that the blow did not kill the woman, he did not continue to attack, but turned around and retreated. It was obvious that he was an extremely cautious person, and of course, he was also a shameless person.

boom!

At this moment, Master Xuanhai took a step forward and suddenly appeared in front of the woman in the purple skirt, slamming out the Zen staff in his hand.

The woman in the purple skirt had her pupils constricted and couldn't avoid it at all.

boom!

The Zen staff hit her body, sending her flying more than twenty meters. Her body hit a cliff, and the ice crystals on it were smashed into pieces and continued to splash to the west.

puff.

The woman in the purple skirt spat out a mouthful of blood again and knelt on the ground on one knee.

The middle-aged man from Bu Zhaoshan saw this, but did not take action immediately. He looked at some martial arts people from the Western Zhou Dynasty and said, "Everyone, this witch has been seriously injured. We can't let her go."

"Kill her, cut her into pieces."

"Everyone can find the monsters of the Snow Clan and kill them."

"Don't give her a chance to breathe."

When those martial arts people heard this, they did not hesitate and immediately attacked the woman in the purple skirt.