After glanced at the sneak attacker who was disappearing into smoke and dust, Meng Xiang's eyes seemed extremely calm, and there was no trace of turbulence. Just waved his hand gently, and suddenly thousands of crystal lights flew towards him together. The sunset fell into his palm. It was the flying sword used by the sneak attacker to attack him.

Meng Xiang lowered his head and looked at his palm, and found that the flying sword that had shrunk to about an inch in length was very different from the flying sword of an ordinary long sword. The ordinary flying sword generally maintained the shape of a sword, while the flying sword in his hand was like thin needles, and it was very restless and ready to move. What's more, he could feel the resentment from the flying sword.

Meng Xiang was not surprised by the situation of the flying sword, because these flying swords were not so much flying swords as a part of the sneak attacker. If he had no guesses, he should not be a human cultivator, and his body was a kind of thorny monster. These flying swords were refined with the spikes on his body, which explains why there are magic weapons on the prisoner.

As for the fact that these alien flying swords would become hostile to him, it was because they had too close connection with the dead sneak attackers. Even after the spirits contained in them were fused together, a new sneak attacker would appear. However, Meng Xiang would not give him the chance to resurrect, although even if he let it go, the chance of success is not high.

As soon as the thought moved, a strange wave burst out from Meng Xiang's body and quickly passed it to his arms. The flying swords that were ingested by him suddenly felt danger and began to struggle violently, emitting a burning light, and the sword energy shot out. It even combined the Tianlang Sword Formation, turning into a fierce wolf head and biting it.

Unfortunately, the counterattack of these flying swords is destined to be impossible to succeed. When their masters are alive, they are not his enemy of one move. After they lose their masters, it is like water losing its source. The power is sharply reduced, and it is already very good to have a three-pointer at its peak. With such a low attack power, would there be any danger to Meng Xiang?

In just a moment, before the flying sword's weapon spirit could scream, Meng Xiang had completely erased all their memories. At this time, the weapon spirits were just a piece of white paper. As long as someone stamped their soul marks in, they would immediately recognize their master. There would be no repulsion, and the degree of fit would be very high. With a little tempering, they might be able to exert their power at their peak.

Meng Xiang put away the flying swords directly, but did not take them too seriously. Although their quality is good, it does not take them in his eyes. If it weren't for their own Tianlang Sword Formation, he would even feed him directly to the Chaos Worm Xiaohui, letting it transform them into Chaos Qi.

After putting away the long sword, Meng Xiang's body exuded a slight fluctuation, which spread throughout his body. In an instant, his whole body became completely renewed. His clothes were neat and spotless, and he also seemed particularly energetic, with a radiant and radiant feeling.

Regarding Meng Xiang's actions of tidying up his appearance, the prisoners who knew that the forbidden area on the top of the peak all curled their lips. They were all about to die and dressed up. They looked in the mirror in the pit. However, their emotions were also rising, and they were ready to see how he would die.

After being promoted to the realm of the immortal body, Meng Xiang's five senses improved a lot. In addition, the prisoners' aura was not too hidden, which made him easily feel their malice. He could even lead to the performance and deductions. There must be something unusual about the peak, but he must not be worried.

After walking two steps forward, Meng Xiang's feet had already stepped onto the flat ground on the top of the mountain, but nothing happened. This made the unlucky prisoners who were about to see him stunned. How could this be possible? Didn't it be that when they touched any area of ​​the mountain, they would touch the ban, and instantly froze into popsicles, then shattered into powder, and the corpse was gone?

In fact, the moment Meng Xiang stepped onto the top of the peak, he did feel a unique chill. However, although its temperature was very low, at least much lower than the normal temperature in the Xiaobeihai, it did not cause any harm to him, and only made him feel a sense of pleasure. It felt like drinking a large bowl of ice water in summer, and his body would tremble, but he would not be hurt.

Meng Xiang did not continue to move forward, quietly fighting on the edge of the mountain, allowing the cold air to penetrate into his body, and then escape from his body. He found that the mountain contained this strange chill not only would not hurt him, but would be helpful to him.

The chill can not only remove impurities on his body, but also purify his mental power, and at the same time make his mind more transparent. In the short time, his mood has been significantly improved. This is undoubtedly valuable. You must know that his mind cultivation has just been improved, and it will be very difficult to think about a big improvement in a short time if he doesn't have any chance to do so.

While Meng Xiang was making full use of the benefits brought to him by the cold, the prisoners who were hoping that he would die finally breathed a sigh of relief. Unfortunately, they all misunderstood and thought that he was attacked by the peak ban. The reason why these prisoners hoped that Meng Xiang would die was actually nothing to do with the prisoners he killed. After all, the relationship between them was not very harmonious.

The most important reason is the promise of those cultivators who put them into the Little Beihai. If they can pass the performance in this Little Beihai competition, some of their outstanding individuals can receive amnesty from major forces. Not only can they get rid of the identity of prisoners, but they can also become disciples of major forces. Of course, they also have the intention of surveillance, but they are much better than staying in a prisoner who has no future in any money.

One of the most important criteria for evaluating whether the prisoners' performance is to prevent cultivators from reaching the mountains. If they break up, they must try their best not to let them leave. Among them, the latter is more important. Therefore, if Meng Xiang does not die, with his strength, when he leaves, it will inevitably cause them great trouble.

After about a cup of tea attack, Meng Xiang finally reacted and vomited a faint grey smoke. This was the impurities contained in the innate chaotic body he cast and the chaotic energy in his body. Although it was not many, it would have some impact on him. If these impurities were allowed to exist, it would still hinder him, and even cause more impurities to accumulate in his body.

As the turbid air was exhausted, Meng Xiang walked towards the palace gate. He didn't know that many prisoners had widened their eyes when they saw him still moving. In fact, even if he knew, he wouldn't care at all. He just thought about this in his heart now. That was to see Zhao Xuezhu.

Although Meng Xiang deliberately slowed down, he walked to the palace gate in a short while, and hesitated for about a second, and walked up the steps. However, just as he was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, the palace gate had already opened quietly.

Meng Xiang's eyes immediately looked into the palace. The space inside was more than ten times larger than outside, but it seemed very empty. There was nothing in the palace. Except for a layer of faint white mist that looked like a gauze, it also emitted a faint and ethereal fragrance.

His eyes lit up suddenly, because he didn't see Zhao Xuezhu's slight loss at first sight, and he immediately disappeared completely. He recognized the fragrance in the palace and was very familiar with it. It had lingered in his nose and heart countless times. It was a unique fragrance emitted from Zhao Xuezhu, unique. He would never make a mistake.

He did not walk into the hall immediately. Instead, he took a breath, closed his eyes, and was unwilling to vomit it out for a long time. The fragrance that was sucked into his body was spreading in his body, and even his soul, giving him the illusion that Zhao Xuezhu was already standing in front of him.

After a while, Meng Xiang slowly opened his eyes, and a hint of reluctance appeared on his face. But then he laughed silently. Why bother with the fragrance of Xuezhu? He was about to see her himself.

Thinking of this, Meng Xiang stepped into the palace, and the white mist floating in the air like a veil immediately flew towards him, entangled him, and penetrated into his body. He did not feel any malice in it and did not stop it.

Suddenly, a strong chill filled his entire body, and even his soul, causing him to shivering several times involuntarily, but the feeling was really very pleasant. At the same time, he also discovered that the white mist in the palace was actually the transformation of the chill he felt when he stepped onto the mountain, but the chill in the palace was thousands of times stronger than outside.

White fog entered Meng Xiang's body, and other white fogs also flocked to him, and more white fogs emerged from every corner of the palace and rushed towards his body. Meng Xiang refused everyone and completely opened his body to let them all enter.

In a blink of an eye, a vortex formed around Meng Xiang. As soon as the white fog approached, they didn't even need to rush towards Meng Xiang, the suction force generated by the vortex itself pulled them over. Soon, a stick of incense was passed, and the fog in the palace disappeared completely, and no new fog was produced. This made Meng Xiang's face show a hint of unsatisfactory expression.

However, Meng Xiang's mentality soon became calm. It was already quite good to know that he could have this opportunity. Besides, the chill that was inhaled into his body had completely cleansed his body and soul inside and out, and there were no more impurities. The rest was no longer something that could be completely removed from the chill. Using chill would only make him feel refreshed and would not work for him again.

At the same time, Meng Xiang also found that these cold air was very special and could not be preserved by any method. As long as it entered his body, it would decay at a very fast speed. In less than a quarter of an hour, it would completely disappear.

After taking a look around and finding that there was no eye-catching place worth noting, Meng Xiang walked towards the stairs and climbed up the steps. Although there were not many steps from the first floor to the second floor, it was particularly long in Meng Xiang's feeling, which was longer than the longest movement distance he had experienced in his life. He also knew that it was not that the stairs were special, but that his heart and the expectations in his heart made the stairs longer.

Finally, Meng Xiang stepped on the last step, but what he saw was not the room on the second floor. What appeared to him was another world. Snowflakes were floating in the sky, big but extremely gentle, like white goose feathers. Looking around, you could see the white pink red plum blossoms, emitting a wave of visions, which was so beautiful.

However, Meng Xiang's eyes did not stop for more than the snowflakes and plum blossoms, but immediately looked around. Soon his eyes stopped a little, and there was a slender figure, quiet and elegant, like an orchid in the valley, the person he was dreaming of.

When Meng Xiang stopped again, he was already standing beside Zhao Xuezhu, and afterwards he could not recall how he walked over, which was extremely incredible for him. To be continued...
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