Splash Monkey, I will accompany you against the heavens!

In the cold darkness, there is thick snow everywhere, and the ground is not soil, but solid ice a few feet deep. Everything here seems to be frozen, only the monstrous cold howling.

It's so cold here that every breath seems to be swallowed with the air, Feng Yangye held down his aching head squeezed by the force of time and space, struggled to open his eyes, looked at the darkness in front of him, and walked to the side Groping around: "Twelve? Cheng'er?"

The surroundings were eerily quiet, and no one responded to him for a while... The moment he fell into darkness just now, was it similar to the feeling of being thrown into the Heavenly Soldiers Tomb?Could it be that he entered some strange place somehow?Before he was pulled in, he sent all his spiritual power to protect the surrounding disciples. They should be fine, right?

He spread out his spiritual sense worriedly to explore, and soon felt a tingling pain in his head. This place was full of terrible evil thoughts, and the moment he spread out his spiritual sense, he seemed to swallow his spiritual sense. up.

Many dark and terrifying thoughts floated in his mind, he calmed down and gathered his consciousness, and drove away the evil thoughts that rushed into the sea of ​​consciousness... What the hell is this place?

"Uh huh..." There was a voice from the side, very familiar, Feng Yangye couldn't let go of his consciousness, so he could only take the risk of throwing away a few balls of passive spiritual fire lighting in this mysterious space that may have unknown dangers, but the light It seems that it cannot spread here, and can only dimly illuminate a very small area. He vaguely saw a person moving, crawling out of the gloomy snowdrift, his black hair stuck to his face, and he was so cold. Trembling, she stretched out her hand towards him: "Master..."

"Rong Ning?" Feng Yangye recognized the figure from the voice, hurried over and pulled him up,

"Master... where is this place? It's so cold..." Rong Ning rubbed his snow-wet clothes with a bitter face, and couldn't help shaking when he bowed his body.

Feng Yangye rushed over to help him with spiritual power to block the cold, but the surrounding coldness cannot be blocked by the spiritual power shield, and he can barely cope with it with a higher cultivation base.

But Xiaoxiu, who is in the state of qi formation like Rong Ning, probably won't be able to last long alone in this kind of place. More than half of the apprentices who came to watch the battle today are present. I don't know if they are all involved...

"Master?" A few more people crawled out from the snowdrift, and they were disciples from the sect who had come to watch the battle.

Feng Yangye managed to take a look in the weak light. Fortunately, he protected the people with his spiritual power, and it seemed that none of them were injured, but they were not all. Wucheng and Yuxuan didn't know where they went... Shui Wufeng Not there... His heart, which was already hanging, was in a ball, and the serious injury and seal on the devil's body lingered in his mind for a few times. He endured his worries and took out some thick clothes from his Qiankun bag and distributed them to several disciples. , "Don't panic, nothing will happen."

Rong Ning nodded, glanced at the faces of several people around him, and noticed that there were few people there, "Master... Eldest Brother, they are gone..."

Feng Yangye frowned, and suddenly felt something shaking in the Qiankun bag, he took it out and took a look, it was a white life stone, engraved with Zongyin and a city character.

Rong Ning came up and saw the words on it, his face became extremely pale, "Master, did something happen to Brother?"

"You all stay here, don't move around, Master, go find your other senior brothers," Feng Yangye hurriedly comforted, threw down a few spirit stones engraved with formations to form a defensive barrier, and put After the disciples settled down, they headed towards the direction shown on the life stone... Where exactly is this place, why did they come in, and whether they can get out? In a flustered look, he could only bite the bullet and pretend to be sure.

The life stone of Wucheng was flickering, but it didn't show much movement. Presumably, the danger he encountered was not intense. Feng Yangye focused on the cold soul of the abyss, speeding up the sword, and soon saw that the battle is in the middle of the law. The flickering light of the device.

"What are you! You're just a bastard who was picked up by Feng Yangye! How dare you rob me of being the leader? Hmph... Overwhelmed..." Ye Bai's voice was extremely sharp and piercing because of jealousy.

"What kind of good thing is it that you sneak attack me? You keep saying that I'm an evil barrier, what are you?" Wu Cheng's sword light was uncertain in the fighting, as if he was injured and a bit powerless.

"Hmph, when you die here, how will anyone know what I have said and what I have done? Let me tell you, even if I kill you in a battle of martial arts, the Donghai Fengshenzong with a vain reputation will not dare What to do with me..."

"What did you say?" A white figure came out from the darkness, Ye Bai looked at the blurred figure and his face changed slightly, he didn't speak.

"Master..." Wu Cheng looked at the man who was approaching step by step, his resolute expression relaxed a bit, Ye Bai's eyes flashed, and he still threw out the magic weapon in front of Feng Yangye, with undiminished killing intent .

The blue glow suddenly rose, and the curved blade engraved with the killing array was instantly picked up and flew out, breaking into several pieces in the air. Ye Bai staggered back a few steps, was swept away by the aftermath of the sword energy, and tore off the deep yellow imperial uniform. There were several cracks.

Feng Yangye glanced at Wucheng, the light could only vaguely see the figure, but the large bloodstain on the white clothes was extremely obvious, his murderous intention moved, Ningyuan Hansoul exuded a cold light of excitement, followed Feng Yangye like this For a long time, the number of times of seeing blood is pitiful, God knows how uncomfortable it is with a bloodthirsty ancient sword.

Ye Bai felt the menacing aura emanating from the ancient sword in front of him, clenched his fists in panic, looked at Feng Yangye angrily, and called out the opponent's name regardless: "Feng Yangye, you can't kill me, you want Donghai Does Feng Shen have a grudge against our Lianshan Sect?"

"...Master, I'm fine," Wu Cheng frowned when he heard his words, but cautiously pulled Feng Yangye's sleeve, and persuaded in a low voice: "The people from Lianshan Sect may be nearby."

Feng Yangye held down Wucheng's hand, and glanced at Ye Bai. Just now, this man's vicious killing intent towards Wucheng has shaken off his bad nature clearly. If such a person is not eliminated today, he will not know in the future. What kind of trouble will happen, he decided to kill, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "I will pay you back in your words, and when you die here, who will know that I killed you?"

Listening to the cold words he uttered with a smile, Ye Bai felt that this person was very different from the exiled fairy he usually saw. He was horrified, and was about to run away when the ice blue long sword made a buzzing sound and ran towards his neck. .

Just at this moment, a devilish energy that was almost integrated with the surrounding environment attacked Feng Yangye's back, and the feeling of numbness in the scalp came in an instant. This insidious blow.

Feng Yangye protected Wucheng to his side, trying to track down the origin of the devilish energy, but he couldn't use his spiritual sense, and suddenly found that Ye Bai took out an emergency jade talisman to escape.

He frowned, knowing that if Ye Bai was allowed to run away, he would definitely get into trouble with the Lianshan sect, so he didn't care about his own safety, so he moved his sword straight away, and the long and narrow sword pierced straight into Ye Bai without any hesitation. Before he even had time to scream, even the body of Shanzong was sucked into a mummy by the cold sword spirit.

But the jade talisman in his hand was crushed ahead of time, and the broken jade gave off a burst of golden light, pulling a touch of unconscious consciousness out of Ye Bai's sea of ​​consciousness destroyed by the sword energy, and sucking it into a small migration formation. Just as Feng Yangye was about to kill the tea and get rid of its roots, the insidious demonic energy hidden around him took the opportunity to sneak up again.

Considering the harsh environment around him, even if he let go of his consciousness, the other party would not be able to last long in this secret realm. Feng Yangye immediately gave up the pursuit, and turned his palm against the demonic energy that wanted to strangle him. , broke it up.

"Hiss..." A man's cry of pain came from around him, and it was faintly familiar. The one who attacked him was not some weird monster in the secret realm?Feng Yangye twitched his brows, and waved his hand to pick up Ningyuan Hanpo, who became excited after drinking blood, into his hand.

The demon energy lurking in the darkness attacked again, and the two fought for a while, one in the open and the other in the dark. Ming Yanxiu took advantage of his unique advantages in the secret realm, and gained the upper hand at first.

But he still underestimated Feng Yangye's strength, Ning Yuan's cold soul was extremely fierce but blended with the surrounding cold air and forced him out of the dark place by disappearing.

As soon as the breath was faintly revealed, Feng Yangye erupted instantly, as if he wanted to take his life directly.

Ming Yanxiu paused, fierceness flashed in his eyes, he flipped out a blood mark, and Wu Cheng, who was assisting Feng Yangye from the side, suddenly screamed and fell to the ground.

"Cheng'er?" Feng Yangye's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly turned to look.

Ming Yanxiu sneered, taking advantage of the short moment when Feng Yangye was in chaos, he condensed his devilish energy and attacked.

Before he could reach his heart, a big hand appeared out of thin air and grabbed his magic weapon. Under his shocked gaze, someone crushed a high-quality magic weapon with the magic spirit inside with his bare hands, and there was no trace of it. The fluctuation of spiritual power sent him flying.

Feng Yangye turned his head, looked up and saw a white ghost face, his eyes fell on the figure and soon turned into An Xin, "Twelve..."

The person under the ghost's face didn't respond, Feng Yangye felt something was wrong, and looked at him with frowned, "Twelve, what's wrong with you? It's me..."