Chapter 5972: Miserable three hundred years

Wan Lai was silent in the falling snow collar.

Five palaces are scattered and hidden everywhere.

As a treasure hall made by the master of the Bailu Court, these five palaces have all recognized their masters and become soldiers of the Hunyuan, growing together with their masters.

Three of them even reached the eighth level.

The gates of the five palaces are closed tightly, forming a universe of its own, blocking all movement.

Without the owner's permission, low-level beings can't approach it.

but.

Inside the falling snow, these five palaces are like mortal things, being eroded.

Look carefully.

As the river flows for a long time in the falling snow collar, the surfaces of the five palaces have become mottled, and the burst of light has dimmed a lot.

Inside the Xianxuan Hall.

All the members of the Honglong tribe returned to the nest of the Honglong Ancestral Tree at Xiao Ye's request.

As for Xiao Ye, she sat cross-legged in the hall.

Beside him, piled up with millions of treasures collected from Piaoxueling.

As Xiao Ye's Hunyuan Method unfolded, these treasures continued to explode and turned into an incomparable torrent, surging towards him.

Like dozens of slap-sized blue strange flowers, blooming in monsters, like dreams.

It can help Hunyuan-level life and condense a more majestic will.

However, life refining below the eighth level will cause damage to itself.

Another example is Wang Qingquan, who can wash the body of Hunyuan's life.

However, in a hundred years, it has been refined and refined at most about ten directions.

…

so.

Such refining regardless of the cost has done great harm to Xiao Ye.

His will and body were groaning, and his whole body was about to faint.

Xiao Ye's body continued to collapse, and the mixed-element blood spread in the hall, and the mixed-element method was forcibly imprisoned, so that it would not collapse.

This is simply walking a tightrope, it is too dangerous, and if you are not careful, you will fall into a situation where it will never be restored.

"quick!"

"Hurry up!"

Xiao Ye was struggling with tenacity, still refining treasures crazily.

He and Pang Feng and others have been trapped in the snow collar for a hundred years.

This century.

He was continuously eroded by the snow collar, and the gray airflow suppressed in his body had skyrocketed twice.

Even if he continued to spur Honglong Zuli to suppress it, it would be a bit difficult.

In addition, the Xianxuan Palace was beginning to be eroded, so how dare Xiao Ye be careless.

At this moment, his only thought was to complete the accumulation of the seventh step, break the shackles, and rush to the eighth step.

pity.

It is really too difficult to complete this kind of leap in the level of life.

Even with so many high-level resources will not work, and the gap will be difficult to fill in a short time.

"Little friend Xiao Ye..."

At this time, an old voice came from the world in Xiao Ye's body.

It was Tu Shi who was talking anxiously.

In the nest of the Honglong ancestor tree, the Honglong people are connected to the ancestral tree, and the erosion is much better than that of Xiao Ye.

"no!"

"How can I sacrifice you to survive!"

Before Tu Shi finished speaking, he was interrupted by Xiao Ye's low growl.

Know the situation.

Tu Shi and Tu Lie expressed their stance more than once, willing to let Xiao Ye swallow them.

As the ultimate being, the energy of the eighth-order Honglong definitely surpasses all resources.

But Xiao Ye was very persistent and didn't want to.

"Ugh!"

Tulie in the lair sighed in a low voice, and blamed himself: "I thought You Yuyu no longer has the power to fight back."

If it weren't for their Honglong clan, how could Xiao Ye and others suffer such a disaster?

"Give Master Xiao Ye some more time."

"If it doesn't work, we will rush out and fight against the eighth-order powerhouse in Youyu."

"If it falls, the corpse will be swallowed by Master Xiao Ye."

Tutu's mother said softly.

This statement came out.

Tu Shi and Tu Lie both nodded one after another.

In a few seconds, another two hundred years have passed.

Xiao Ye in the Xianxuan Hall, I don't know how many treasures have been refined, and all kinds of debris covered the hall.

Thanks to the blessing of many high-level resources, Xiao Ye's breath became weaker and weaker, like a flickering candle.

His body was completely shattered.

There is only a ball of brilliance left, in the rushing mixed blood.

Piles of gray gas evaporate from the radiance and must be swallowed in the reverse direction.

Every time.

There will be a green light blooming, arousing the power of terror, and starting a tug of war with the gray gas.

And that group of brilliance is in the cracks, continuing to refine the treasure with difficulty.

at the same time.

Inside the collar of falling snow.

boom!

The broad snow-covered plain exploded, and only a dark palace flew out from the ground, and the palace gate opened.

clatter!

The grim young Pang Feng staggered out of the Obsidian Hall.

His sturdy body is already dry, every inch of his body is entangled by gray air currents, and the blood that escapes from the corners of his mouth turns out to be grayish white, as if he has experienced a hard time fighting.

"Ha ha!"

"I didn't expect Pang Feng to be buried here!"

Pang Feng raised his head and laughed miserably.

Three hundred years of time.

He hid in the Obsidian Temple, and constantly tried to dissolve the gray gas, but all ended in failure.

The erosion in the Piaoxue collar has spread to his whole body, unable to return to the sky.

He didn't want to disappear silently, so he walked out decisively.

"hehe!"

"Pang Feng, we visited Bailu Academy at almost the same time back then, and then broke through to the eighth level together."

"Now it's good to be able to die at the same time."

Another palace flew in from a distance, and I saw Wuxiangzi dressed as an ascetic, smilingly walking out.

His realm was comparable to Pang Feng, and he was also eroded severely. His figure was submerged in a gray air current, but he seemed to feel free and easy.

"It is an honor for me to die with you at the same time."

Ning Beihong also appeared, struggling to fly over.

He didn't want to do useless work anymore, he wanted to be with Pang Feng and Wuxiangzi.

"Going to die..."

Pang Feng twitched at the corner of his mouth.

Immediately, he looked towards the Xianxuan Hall and Huoxia Hall, but Xiao Ye and Luo Liuli had not been seen for a long time.

"These two guys, one is the ultimate life, the other has a close relationship with the Honglong clan, and may be able to persist until the courtyard master arrives."

"We can't hold it anymore, let's go first."

"If you can pull an eighth-level powerhouse back, it won't be too bad."

Pang Feng said, and Wu Xiangzi and Ning Beihong head towards the exit together.

Floating snow leads outside the Grand Canyon.

The blood-robed old man Zongtong, the strong and Han emperor, and more than 300 seventh-order peak beings, are closing their eyes and resting.

"Finally can't help it?"

Suddenly, Zong Tong and Di Xiong opened their eyes together and looked at the three figures coming side by side.

The five geniuses of the Bailu Academy have been able to hold on for so long in the Terrible Land, beyond their expectations.

"Xiao Ye and the Fallen Yuan Immortal Phoenix have yet to show up."

"Is it already dead?"

Zong Tong frowned slightly.

Pang Feng and others, they don't care, Honglong Zuli is their goal.