Chapter 769 Yin Chi Cold Mist

"You are only a substitute now, how can you get so many of us?" The one-armed nun scolded coldly.

"Han Guang, Han Jing, rise up!" Patriarch Han Chi ordered directly, too lazy to talk nonsense.

"Yes, Patriarch!" The two men in Tsing Yi were very cold, with traces of mist lingering on their faces, and their real faces could not be seen.

The two each sacrificed four formation flags, each with a crooked, crystal-clear odd-shaped weapon on top of the formation flags.

As the two waved the array flag, the array flag rose against the wind under the inspiration of mana, enveloping everyone in it.

The flags are lined up, rolling against the sea breeze.

Two men in Tsing Yi, each sitting cross-legged under a formation flag, constantly changing various formulas in their hands.

The originally humid sea breeze was cold and cold at this time, blowing on people like knives, and even monks felt unspeakably uncomfortable all over.

One after another, the curved hook-shaped blades like ice crystals flew out as the flags rolled, and there were dozens or hundreds of them in the blink of an eye. Although the attack power of each one was not great, the victory was due to the large number.

Outflowing from each array flag, in all directions.

ding ding

Zhou Qian'er and the others each sacrificed magical artifacts to block these hook-shaped weapons, and there was an endless sound of collisions in the air. Although they could resist it for a while, these hook-shaped weapons were only bent in the formation when they were knocked away, and then circled back again, with undiminished strength.

A scream sounded, and one of the bald brothers screamed, and was cut off by the hook-shaped weapon, cutting off one ear and almost cutting his head in two. However, where the ear was cut off, small pieces of ice had already formed on it. The bald man felt his head was invaded by cold air, and half of his head was numb.

There was a slight delay in the movement, and several other hook-shaped weapons came over from his back. The bald man's body seemed to be struck by lightning. In an instant, several holes were broken, and the blood flowed like a pillar. The body of the bald man lost control and fell straight to the surface of the sea.

"Brother!" Another bald man was in great grief, but at this moment under the attack of the formation, he could barely protect himself.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, is there a way to break the formation? Otherwise, everyone will have to confess here." Zhou Qian'er looked at Lu Xiaotian anxiously while protecting Fu Jiaojiao.

"If you want to go out, help me block the attack of the formation." Lu Xiaotian said to Zhou Qian'er and the one-armed nun at the same time.

The two nodded one after another, even if the one-armed nun had a feud with Lu Xiaotian before, she didn't care so much at this time.

The one-armed nun waved the whisk, and countless silver threads hit the curved ice blade airtightly like slender but very tough silver needles.

This Qimen formation is really powerful, Lu Xiaotian thought to himself that with his own strength, it would not be easy to break the formation controlled by these two people at the same time, it would take a long time, and the other party would never give him this chance.

Lu Xiaotian flew to a corner of the formation, approaching the formation flag to the north. With a slap of the spirit animal bag, a black bug flew out of it.

The Worldbreaker twisted its body excitedly, ignoring the biting cold wind from the formation flag. Open your mouth and bite.

The two green-clothed monks who presided over the formation trembled, feeling that the entire formation was trembling, and their eyes fell on the black boundary-breaking insect, full of disbelief.

"Death!" This magic circle is the basis for the two of them to settle down in the world of cultivating immortals, how can it be destroyed. With undisguised murderous aura in the eyes of the two, a large number of hook-shaped weapons gushed out from the formation leader, and slashed at the Worldbreaker.

Lu Xiaotian snorted coldly. The Boundary Breaker is his heart. How could it be easy for these two people to get it? He stretched out his hand and lifted it. The Demon Town Tower moved at will, zooming in sharply in the air, facing the Boundary Breaker, the huge pagoda Keep the World Breaker in the middle.

Lu Xiaotian's complexion turned pale as a large number of hook-shaped weapons slashed at the Demon Suppressing Tower. Even with his cultivation level at this time, he couldn't hold back such an attack for a long time.

Seeing that the power of the formation they controlled at the same time was blocked by Lu Xiaotian alone, the two felt a little fear in their hearts, but it was too late to worry for long. The flag that had been eaten by the Boundary Breaker suddenly burst into a puff of blue smoke, and its aura was greatly reduced.

The entire formation was like a hole suddenly appearing in an iron barrel. Lu Xiaotian stretched out his hand and retracted the World Breaker and the Demon Town Tower at the same time.

The one-armed Taoist and others looked overjoyed, and escaped from the formation with Lu Xiaotian one after another.

"Ancestor Han Chi, please forgive me for being incompetent and not killing all these people!" The two monks in blue took back the remaining banners with pain on their faces, their faces were as cold as iron with resentment and shame, The patriarch Han Chi bent down and said with his eyes closed all the time.

"Trash, even the formation has been destroyed. In this case, it's useless to keep the two of you. Let's go on the road together." The eyes of the ancestor Han Chi suddenly increased, and there seemed to be snowflakes in the depths of the pupils.

The ancestor Han Chi rolled up his sleeve, and a gourd flew out of the cuff. When the mouth of the gourd was opened, a strong wind howled above the sea, and the waves rose again.

The turbulent waves within a radius of tens of miles hit the air, but solidified in the turbulence, the sea surface turned into a crystal white glacier, and a large amount of white cold air surged out from the gourd in the big sleeve of the ancestor Han Chi.

"Yinchi Ice Mist!" The one-armed Taoist nun couldn't help changing her complexion when she saw the rolling white mist.

The cold mist whistled in the strong wind, but it condensed and did not disperse, and it lingered within a radius of tens of miles in an instant.

The bald man and the others screamed, their jaws twitched violently, and even with the protective spirit shield propped up, their bodies were still swayed by the astonishing cold.

The bald man's face was black and blue, his uncontrollable body movements were stiff, and his speed gradually slowed down.

Those monks in green who had arranged formations in the two histories before, under the invasion of Yin Chi cold mist, as formation masters, were not good at mana at all, and their reaction was similar to that of a bald man. Under the cold mist, mana gradually dried up.

"Do you think I can't deal with you if my real body doesn't come? This double has greatly restricted my strength, and it can't accommodate the Yinchi ice fog that I have cultivated. I can only use this Haoyin gourd Pretend to be a part, even if the power is greatly reduced, it is enough to deal with you Jindan juniors."

The ancestor Han Chi smiled sinisterly. Standing in the howling cold wind, it was not affected at all.

For a moment, the remaining bald monk lost his mana and could no longer resist the extreme cold in the white mist. The eyelids became heavier and heavier, and in an instant, the ice mist invaded the body. The blood in the bald monk's body and even his consciousness were frozen. A person who was alive and well before was frozen into a floating ice ball In mid-air, like a humanoid ice sculpture.

Lu Xiaotian's eyelids twitched a few times, the icy fog was so powerful, it was no worse than some spiritual fires, even worse. This Han Chi patriarch was already so powerful before he came in person, and his methods were a level stronger than the previous Ghost Venerable and Xiong Aoke.