The villain has been playing badly for ten years

This snowy mountain area was extremely vast. He flew very fast and felt the colder air became even colder. He saw rugged rocks all around him, all of which were green in color.

As we walked forward, we caught a glimpse of the icy ridges hanging down from the mountain wall, which, against the backdrop of the white snow, added a sense of mystery and steepness.

The dark shadows chasing him became more and more dense, like countless dark meteors streaking across the hazy sky, and suddenly a green chain of light appeared above his head.

A group of ghostly figures suddenly appeared in front of him, with Feng Hengxing in the front, chasing after them with the Flying Soul Lock in his hand like a spirit snake.

His heart tightened, and his body moved like a cloud chasing the moon, suddenly moving back a distance.

At this moment, Yanren behind Feng Heng shouted again, and the strong wind swung by his devil claws, with billowing black smoke, tore the air and left black marks, making the sound of the wind whistling in his ears.

These Yan people are good at magic, but without the Xuanyin Formation, they are obviously not as swift as when they were in the formation.

Even so, when the attack came like a surging tide, it was extremely dangerous and difficult to deal with.

Ning Xiusu's figure passed by like a flowing cloud, and his devil claws hit the shimmering dark fire, forcing it back a little. He immediately turned his feet quickly and walked towards a steep rocky area.

The cliff is steep, with rocks and sparse trees on both sides, covered with thick snow.

Suddenly, there was a bay of frozen water in front of me. This must be the confluence of the lower reaches of the icy stream. The ice was covered with a thin layer of snow, and it was emitting unclear fragmented light.

Suddenly, a figure in green and red robes flashed by and suddenly blocked the way in mid-air.

A string of bone bells was suspended strangely, and the dim yellow light exploded instantly, turning into countless afterimages that attacked Ning Xiusu's location.

The cold murderous aura that came towards him made him alert instantly.

Almost as he was turning and moving, a strong wind blew up his messy black hair, and after a strand of hair broke, he turned over and raised his head. The strong wind retreated for a distance and he landed on the shore of the icy lake.

The snow here is soft, like piled-up fish scales, and looks like extremely bright and translucent jade pieces under the daylight.

A group of Yan people quickly surrounded him, and seeing that he couldn't escape, he didn't run away.

The current direction is the back of Kunshan. Ning Xiusu vaguely remembers that Guixiao came from here and pushed down the cliff of Lingchi.

But these people had no guidance, and they were in the middle of it, and it was obvious that they had not yet come to their senses.

He took a deep breath, his expression indifferent, like a lonely figure in this world of ice and snow.

"I'm afraid I'm the only one who knows the contents of the Lingfeng Book. Liu Shangyue, if you kill me, it will be a waste of time."

Liu Shangyue looked down from above, her face beneath the black veil revealing a fierce look:

"You are quite calculating."

Liuliu giggled and flew to the ground, stepping on the thin snow on the shore of the icy lake with her bare feet, not feeling cold at all.

"It's funny, you actually made Aunt Liu angry..."

As she spoke, she tilted her head slightly, and her purple and white eyes sparkled as she looked at Liu Shangyue:

"What should we do, Aunt Liu...If we kill him, the contents of the Spiritual Encounter Book will be completely lost."

"Hmph," Feng Heng, his black clothes turning blue, bowed to her and said, "Mr. Liu, since we don't have the Spiritual Meeting Book anymore, there's no need to keep this person since he knows too much."

As expected, Liu Shangyue gritted her teeth and gave an order.

"kill him!"

Liu Liu looked embarrassed when she heard this, and pursed her lips and said, "Um... No, no, I haven't heard the mermaid chant yet..."

Feng Heng didn't care about that. He immediately turned into a ghost and attacked him frantically with a group of Yan people.

The purple light turned into devil's claws in the sky, with the shapes of countless willow leaves. The cold black light flashed with the aura of ghosts, and the ghost leaves flew through the air.

Ning Xiusu had long expected that these people would not let him go. If he couldn't get over this hurdle, Hua Jianbai would be in the same danger.

He pinched his fingers together, and a dazzling blue-green light flashed at his fingertips. A terrifying aura burst out from him.

"Mitian, killing formation."

Behind him, it seemed as if an ancient divine formation suddenly emerged, the dazzling light tore through the chaotic sky, and an endless sea of ​​blood hung upside down.

The devil's claws were pierced, and before the flying needles of the dark leaves could touch the corner of his clothes, a rainstorm like a waterfall had already swept in, and the strong wind was like a sharp blade scraping the bones, bringing with it a destructive force from the endless abyss.

Countless Yanren appeared like ghosts, put their hands together, and emitted purple light, turning into huge devil claws that pounced on the face, but were turned into powder with a loud noise.

The strong fishy smell filled the sky and earth, and even made the snow look blood red.

Feng Heng leaped up and engaged in a back-and-forth exchange of blows. Without the magical weapon, the Flying Soul Rope, he would have been unable to gain any advantage. Just as the situation became tense, the clear ringing of bells reached his ears.

Liu Shangyue placed her hands in seals between her brows and controlled the string of bone bells. Every note created subtle ripples in the air.

The strange runes intertwined with each other to create a strange luster. The runes floated and coiled around the bell, like sticky souls, coating everything with a layer of extremely gloomy dark yellow.

The Blood Rain Killing Formation was already worn out, and he was struggling to survive with his bare hands against the power of the magic weapon. At this time, the spirit butterflies around him had all dispersed.

Ning Xiusu fell into the fog and couldn't help but suffocate.

Feng Heng caught a hint of flaw, and when he raised his hand, the green chain turned into green rays of light that shot out like sharp arrows.

Ning Xiusu's expression froze, and he formed a seal while turning his palm. In an instant, he was already several feet away.

At the same time, a blood-colored light and shadow gushed out from his body and then swirled around, like a demonic shadow that had escaped from the underworld, clinging tightly to anyone it encountered like a thorn in the flesh.

Liuliu was afraid of being hit, so she turned around quickly and dodged.

Liu Shangyue saw through her thoughts, her eyes piercing through the black veil: "Miss Tianqi, do you want to go into the jade pot?"

Liu Liu was startled, as if she had remembered something terrible. She shook her head vigorously and said, "Aunt Liu, Uncle Mo said that without the Spirit Meeting Book, you can't get the Dragon Bone Ghost Book. He knows what's inside."

"Hmph, the first volume of the Lingfeng Book is still in Mo Chifei's hands. If there's a crack, we can get it. Now, kill him first."

"Aunt Liu..."

Liu Shangyue floated above the icy lake, casting a terrifying gaze.

Liuliu didn't dare to disobey, and shot out a brilliant light from her hands.

The colorful clouds turned into a colorful luster, like a dancing snake, to meet the attack of the blood shadow.

Ning Xiusu weaved through the blood shadows, his figure graceful and elegant, like willow branches swaying freely in the wind, yet concealing a powerful strength. Every movement caused the blood shadows to roar and surge, the sound shaking the heavens.

For some reason, the bright maroon color of the fabric was stained with a fine luster under the sunlight, and the light patterns of the talismans were clearly visible, as if it was infused with mysterious power and was not afraid of the power of the blood shadow.

Ning Xiusu heard the sound of wind and the colorful light in Liuliu's hand rose up like a raging torrent.

He stared and listened attentively, then suddenly turned around and dodged like lightning.

With a wave of his hand, the blood rain turned into a bone-scraping blade, which was swept up wildly by the strong wind, like a group of crazy evil spirits roaring, breaking through the gorgeous sunset glow.

Liuliu was startled and turned around to avoid the attack at an extremely fast speed, leaving only a blurry light and shadow in the air, and stirring up her hair to fly wildly in the wind.

A group of Yan people suddenly fell from the sky, the shadows of their devilish claws tearing through the air, the terrifying pressure coming towards them, bringing with them endless evil power, and they rushed into the bloody storm ignorantly and fearlessly.

Ning Xiusu tightened his waist, and strange traces of light instantly wrapped around his body. The colorful ribbons instantly tightened, bursting out with even more dazzling light, as if to bind and strangle him.

Unexpectedly, the next second, a blazing blue-green fire ignited on the ground. The dark fire was shaped like a lotus, blooming layer by layer and shining brightly.

The ice crystals on the snow melted, and a part of the lake seemed to boil, and the colorful clouds turned into smoke in an instant.

Seeing this, Feng Heng, supported by a group of Yan people, turned the green chain of the Flying Soul Lock into a wild dance like a vine, breaking the pine wood. The powerful force turned the flying snow into a white sandstorm, as if the biting cold wind was roaring wantonly in this open space.

Slight cracks appeared on the ice lake, and a sharp breath tore through the air, making a "sizzling" sound.

Ning Xiusu heard the sound and quickly made hand gestures. A Qinghui imperial decree turned into a talisman and suddenly appeared in front of him, like a curtain of light protecting him in the center.

The green chains were like sharp long hooks, like ferocious electric snakes chasing relentlessly. The green chains hit the light curtain, making a loud "boom" sound and splashing a string of brilliant sparks.

Ning Xiusu's body swayed, and he was really a little exhausted. When his internal energy wandered in the spiritual veins, it felt like the blade of a fire knife was being worn out and causing pain every time.

Liu Shangyue activated the Hunyuan Bell, and runes suddenly appeared behind her, and her whole body was covered in a gloomy yellow light.

"King Xian, it's time to end."

A string of bone bells floated in the air like a candle, making crisp sounds when swaying.

She pushed her hands forward, and the faint light behind her turned into afterimages and runes that intertwined to form circles of light patterns. They came down like a wall, and the ice shattered.