Chapter 538: Cold-eating Monster Ant

"Finally made it through, Fellow Daoist Lu, you've worked hard." Chi Yunsang and others couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief at this moment, as if they had gotten rid of some kind of shackles, and instead of being cautious before, they laughed heartily.

While Lu Xiaotian also heaved a sigh of relief, he intuitively felt that things might not be simple. Judging from Chi Yunsang's performance, his understanding of this Piaomiao Palace might be far above everyone else. Including Hui Lingye, who had previously confused the blue vine tree spirit, was also extremely difficult. Chi Yunsang was fine alone, but Yang Cuiyun from Tianhai Pavilion also had it. It could never be a coincidence.

"Did Equator find out something?" Yang Cuiyun asked, blinking her eyes that looked muddy but actually shrewd.

"It's just that after walking through the ancient Qingzhan road, I suddenly feel better. There is nothing to talk about. If I have to say that I have, I am afraid that after walking the ancient Qingzhang road, we may have entered the range of the Piaomiao Palace. In addition to the most difficult area to break through, although there are many dangers inside, it should not be as difficult as it is now." Chi Yunsang said.

"Having said that, the necessary caution is still indispensable. Although other places may not be as densely covered as before, once we come into contact with treasures, we may still have to face other agencies, and even powerful monsters." Yang Cuiyun said.

"Shut up, someone is coming!" Just as they were about to speak, Chi Yunsang's face suddenly changed and reminded everyone.

Everyone's heart trembled, they had worked so hard to enter this place, and they didn't expect to meet other monks. Chi Yunsang's cultivation was the highest, and she was the first to notice a monk approaching. The crowd carefully hid themselves. A moment later, a group of seven white-clothed monks, half male and half male, passed over their heads, followed by several powerful auras. Lu Xiaotian completely restrained his aura, but after a few breaths, another Dozens of purple flying ants with powerful auras, the size of half an adult, and their torsos several feet away, vibrated their wings. The mouths of the flying ants exuded a trace of cold air, even if they were hundreds of feet below. All the cultivators can also feel the bone-piercing cold, "Cold-eating demon ants!"

Moreover, there were nearly a hundred of them, led by an unusually strong head ant of the eighth rank, and the others had also reached the level of the seventh rank or higher. Everyone looked ugly for a while, and it seemed that it was not safe to walk through the Qingzhan Ancient Road. , On the contrary, it is more dangerous, but it is no longer as difficult as before. But the danger in front of him, once encountered, it is almost a doomsday situation, more than a hundred cold-eating demon ants above the seventh rank, even if this group of them encounters them, they will be swallowed until there is no scum left.

The speed of the cold-eating monster ants is extremely fast. Under the flapping of their wings, the soldiers are divided into groups. Among them, there are dozens of the strongest and fastest ones. The front of the monk.

hiss---

A large cloud of white air came out directly from the mouth of the Cold Devouring Monster Ant.

"Quick, use the strongest attack!" The leading middle-aged monk in white was angry and anxious. He reached out and patted the spirit beast bag, and a white light flashed, and a green-feathered demon sparrow flew out, with the breath of the green-feathered demon sparrow Not weak, and also an extremely rare eighth-order spirit bird. Compared with those cold-eating monster ants, they are no different.

The middle-aged man in white rode on the back of the green-feathered monster bird, opened his mouth and spit out, and a small ancient brown bell spit out from his mouth, soaring against the wind, he rushed head-on at the cold-eating monster ants.

Other white-clothed monks also sacrificed their magical weapons one after another, using the ancient brown bell as an arrow, forming a triangular formation, rushing forward desperately.

It's just that the frost-white aura spit out by those cold-eating monster ants has quickly permeated within a radius of nearly a hundred feet, and the white aura is getting thicker and thicker. When the magic weapon and the white air came into contact, the frosty white air climbed 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 weapon does not feel cold, what really feels cold is the consciousness attached to it by those monks in white.

Not only the magic weapon, but also the monk in white who was affected by the frost and white breath suddenly slowed down at this time. In a blink of an eye, the frosty cold air enveloped all the magic tools.

And the other two cold-eating monster ants have already begun to surround them. Also spit out a large amount of white gas. It condenses in the wind and does not disperse, and it seems to be able to spread to a general place under the control of the cold-eating demon ants.

"I'm so cold, I can't take it anymore." One of the gray-haired white-clothed monks, because of the white frost on his body, his beard and hair were all white at this time, his body was shaking violently, obviously because he was too cold. Shaking uncontrollably. At this time, the protective spiritual cover around the body was also shattered under the attack of frost and white energy.

"Ah!" The old man in white with the weakest cultivation level didn't even let out a scream at this time. Once the mana was exhausted, those seemingly soft and frosty breaths crawled onto the old man in white, and the surroundings of the old man in white formed knots. It turned into a thick layer of ice crystals, and in a blink of an eye, the old man in white turned into a huge humanoid ice sculpture suspended in the air. Through the transparent ice crystals, one could still see the fear frozen on the face of the old man in white.

"Senior Brother Dong, hurry up, Yuan Yang Po!" several other white-clothed monks shouted hysterically at this time.

"Okay! Let's strike with all our strength and break through the obstacles of these sins!" The leader, the middle-aged man surnamed Dong in white, responded, clasping his hands together, and a drum of mana rippling from his body, its power is no more powerful than Chi Yunsang No matter how low, he is also a late Jindan monk.

Several other white-clothed monks raised their heads and screamed, and the violent magic power rolled up on them, as if they were going to desperately.

As the mana increased steadily, the instruments on their respective bodies oscillated a dazzling white light and merged together, as if they were waves of light formed by the gathering of a large amount of sunlight, oscillating forward. The Frost White Energy impacted by this wave of white light finally showed a chaotic trend at this time, as if monstrous waves suddenly blew up in a pool of mist.

It's just that the more than 30 cold-eating monster ants standing in the front didn't take it easy. They each screamed, and spit out more frosty energy from their mouths, blocking the front of the light wave again. The two strengths compete with each other. Although the combined attack of several white-clothed monks was extraordinary, they still faced several times as many cold-eating demon ants. In an instant, his pale face suddenly flushed red.

But at this time, the most powerful middle-aged Dong surnamed had a gloomy look in his eyes, and with a movement of his body, he broke away from the group of his fellow disciples. The cold-eating monster ants on the opposite side are naturally not easy to get along with, each spit out a frosty breath to block the middle-aged Dong, but the middle-aged Dong has a trace of cruelty on his face, a green light flashes, and the previous green feather demon The sparrow blocked the frosty attack, but the middle-aged man surnamed Dong yelled, his body cracked and exploded. In a blink of an eye, the middle-aged man surnamed Dong suddenly shrunk to the size of a seven or eight-year-old boy, but his speed was astonishing. It was a sharp increase. Taking advantage of the green-feathered demon sparrow blocking in front of him, it has shot out of the attack range of the cold-eating demon ant.