Tang Shan came first, just like the previous time, and he illustrated six fire dragons and shot into the black smoke. In front of everyone, he dispersed the black smoke again. However, with the lessons of the past, he did not dare to determine whether he had really destroyed the snow demon's illusion body.

Lu Huai showed a bright smile like a child on his face, and he opened his arms at Tang Shan, "Tang Shan? My friend!" Before Tang Shan could react, he had already given Tang Shan a hug.

Tang Shan was surprised and happy, "Do you remember me? Do you recognize me?" It seemed to be questioning and cheering excitedly.

"You are my friend and my brother. How could I not recognize you?" Lu Huai asked back, obviously not remembering the scene when he waved the holy sword to Tang Shan.

Mei'er was a little embarrassed because she was standing opposite Lu Huai, but Lu Huai turned a blind eye to her.

Feixue vaguely felt something was wrong. If Tang Shan destroyed the "invisible" like this last time, then why would the "invisible" still appear? Will the other two illusion bodies of the Snow Demon be resurrected?

As soon as she had a question in her heart, the answer was revealed before her.

The black dragon soared out of the snow, exploded a ball of white mist, and launched an attack on the disciples of the Tianmo Sect who set up an ambush.

The true body of the snow demon also appeared, and appeared and disappeared in the pine forest. More than a dozen disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect discovered its traces, gave up the black dragon, and ran to it to surround it. But before they could get closer, they burst into blood mist under a gust of cold wind. The black smoke appeared again, swallowing the blood mist.

Tang Shan was a little stunned, "If you can't beat him to death, you can't beat him to death. Why is there one more dragon?"

"If the true body of the Snow Demon cannot be eliminated, all its three illusion bodies can be resurrected!" Feixue had already awakened and told him. The two illusionary Shuras were the first to chase the Snow Demon.

"Don't chase!" The woman with a black face suddenly floated out and stopped Feixue. "The real body of the snow demon has not grown yet. Once it is frightened, she can only escape by chance. If you hurt its illusion body, you will only force it to commit more murderous crimes..." "Who are you?" Feixue interrupted her.

Xue Lian recognized the pair of pearl earrings under the woman's earlobe and couldn't help but scream: "Are you Lingqiu?"

The person who came was indeed Ling Qiu, Zi Yan's daughter. I don't know what kind of martial arts he had practiced, but the originally beautiful and charming girl turned into her current appearance, which is neither human nor ghost.

Feixue saw that Xuelian recognized the person and was completely disgusted, and asked, "Girl, according to your wishes, how should we deal with the snow demon?"

Ling Qiu replied: "Let your people use their true energy to help them cultivate and form, so as not to harm the people. When their true body grows, it will no longer avoid us, but will fight against us in the opposite direction." Without waiting for Feixue to ask, he turned around and flew out, approaching the black smoke that had just emerged, and raised his hand to stimulate a stream of true energy and injected it into it.

Feixue understood that if the snow demon just escaped, it would be difficult to find its traces in the mountains that stretched for thousands of miles. Even if the snow demon was found, ordinary monks were not their opponents and could only die in vain. Now, regardless of whether Lingqiu's method was useful or not, he immediately ordered: "The disciples of the Xue Sect obeyed the order and quickly summoned their colleagues to meet up here, and follow the method of Lingqiu Girl to help the snow demon refine themselves into their true body."

The "invincible" killer and disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect came one after another, surrounded the outer circle of the black dragon and the black smoke from afar, and used their own techniques to attack them.

The two illusion bodies of the snow demon were crazily devouring the true energy stimulated by many monks, and no longer attacked them, reducing many casualties.

The real body of the Snow Demon is gone, but it can be imagined that it should be nearby, but I don’t know where to hide.

The wind was gusts of cold wind, like "No Form" patrolling his territory, protecting the safety of the snow demon.

Xue Lian came to Lingqiu and frowned and reminded: "If you are practicing evil spirits and are still refining blood, then you should be more careful. As long as you are not careful for a moment, you will become a demon spirit."

"Don't worry!" Ling Qiu seemed to be laughing, but he looked hideous and terrifying, and said like gritting his teeth: "I have not avenged my father yet. Before that, no one can control my soul."

Xue Lian was shocked, and anyone could hear that Ling Qiu had already determined to die.

The snow demon's appetite was really amazing. Seven or eight hundred monks were divided into more than a dozen teams, and they rotated to stimulate their true energy to their two illusion bodies. They lasted for three days in a row, but they still hadn't refined them into their true body.

Feixue's face became increasingly ugly, because even if the snow demon only refined the true energy of these monks, once it launched an attack, its power would be unimaginably powerful.

"Be careful, what's next will be a bloody battle!" Her voice trembled a little.

"Not afraid!" Tang Shan smiled thornyly, put his arm on Lu Huai's shoulder, and said indifferently: "As long as Brother Lu shows off his holy sword, keep your snow demon coming and going."

"Okay, okay, okay!" Lu Huai nodded repeatedly, patted his arm back, and joked: "If I die, you can collect the body for me!"

Tang Shan didn't think about it and replied casually: "Don't worry, if you have two wives here, you will definitely not let you corpse in the wilderness!"

Mei'er and Xue Lian lowered their faces at the same time and glanced at him one after another.

Lu Huai curled his lips and said nothing.

Tang Shan stuck out his tongue, took two steps in the direction of black smoke, and said in fear: "It's almost done, the snow demon should take shape. If it can still refine the true energy, I will run away."

"I think it should be soon!" Ling Qiuxin continued terrified.

Tianlang came out of the forest, ran to Tang Shan, and licked the blood stains on the corner of his mouth with his tongue.

"Are you full?" Tang Shanjing asked himself, sighed, and said helplessly: "You have been here for three days, and all the wild animals in this forest have been affected. I am afraid that they all ran into your stomach!"

Tianlang screamed "whimper", as if he was very proud, and as if he felt danger, he issued a warning.

Tang Shan narrowed his eyelids and looked at it, and saw the black smoke and dragon in the distance disappearing instantly.

There is wind, not as cold as early spring, like the lover's hair, gently twitching on his face.

At the same time, a man in a white robe appeared out of thin air, stood in front of him, smiling.

Tang Shan did not move because there was a suffocating power that pressed towards him, which made him dare not move at all. What surprised him even more was that he did not notice a trace of evil in this powerful power, but felt a sacred and inviolable majesty.

Everyone didn't move, it seemed that everyone felt the same.

Only Lingqiu screamed in surprise: "What are you waiting for? This is the true body of the Snow Demon, why don't you take action?"

With a soft "puff", no one saw the man taking action. An egg-sized snowball hit Ling Qiu's chest.

This snowball looks very ordinary, just like a snowball thrown out by children in the snow. But its power is extremely sharp, and a blood mist explodes behind Ling Qiu in an instant.

Ling Qiu's reaction was fast enough that when she saw the little snowball, she had already dodged sideways. Even so, she was swept by the snowball, and two large pieces of flesh were removed from her chest and shoulders.

It can be imagined that as long as her movements are slightly slow, a snowball will shoot into her chest and blow her into pieces.

Ling Qiu let out a scream, floated away, retreating ten feet away, and then landed on the ground, his face full of horror.

The man glanced at Tang Shan and said to Ling Qiu: "If I hadn't devoted most of my energy to him, you wouldn't have avoided the snowball thrown by me."

"Are you the snow demon?" Lu Huai asked, walking. He walked very slowly, walking like thin ice. He had to pause slightly after each step was settled before taking the second step.

Tang Shan could feel that every step Lu Huai approached, the power attached to him would decrease by one point. Obviously, Lu Huai shared the power for him.

When Lu Huai stood beside him and faced the man in white robe with him, Tang Shan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

With a "thump", Yue Rushuang fell to the ground and covered her face and started sobbing.

Feixue asked in a trembling voice: "You...are you a snow demon or a master?"

The man sighed, "Xue'er? Even Shuang'er has recognized him as his teacher. How could you not recognize him as his teacher?"

Feixue couldn't help but have a cold war, shook her head and said, "No... you are not a master, you are the snow demon."

The man smiled "hehe" and said, "It's not the snow demon, but the snow god. Fortunately, with your help, I finally attained enlightenment!"

"Master!" Yue Rushuang sobbed and called out, unable to bow.

"Do it!" Mei'er let out a loud shout and pointed out. Six flying swords popped out of the sword box and shot towards the man in white robe. At the same time, a silver eagle flapped its wings and made a shrill cry, which really shot into the clouds.

The green roared the piano, and the snow lotus hung cross-legged in the air, and played the "Clean Heart Spell". The seven-point white light was like sharp darts, whistling the man in white robe with a scream.

There was smoke rising, but it was not black, but as white as snow. It was like a whirlwind from the mountains, making a slight sound, turning around the man in white robe.

Mei'er's six flying swords and the seven white shuttles of the snow lotus were all sucked away by the white whirlwind, and burst into it, turning into thin snowflakes like broken salt, scattering and falling.

Tang Shan still did not move because he had not seen the black dragon, nor did he notice the "formless" illusion body. This white whirlwind could only be handed over to Mei'er and Xuelian to deal with.

Lu Huai didn't move either. He was waiting for "Wuxiang". Although the wound on his face had recovered, the blood armor still covered his face. He wanted to make himself remember the harm caused to him by "Wuxiang", and completely destroy the illusion of the snow demon to avenge the day before yesterday.

Ling Qiu could see that Tang Shan and Lu Huai had already made up their minds to fight against "Wangying" and "Wuxiang" respectively. But who will deal with the true body of the Snow Demon?

With a cry of eagle, silver light suddenly appeared, it was the silver eagle that plum blossomed.

The silver eagle was like a sharp sword piercing in the sky, raising its wings and raising its neck, and attacking the back of the white-robed man with his sharp bird beak.

The white whirlwind seemed to be about to attack, and the silver eagle was attacking, so he had to return to defend and turned behind the man.

Xuelian and Mei'er took action again, and they were still seven white shuttles and six flying swords, shooting into the man's chest.

Yue Rushuang suddenly bounced up from the ground and shouted loudly: "Stop!" Lingkong turned around, the sword on his waist had withdrawn, and the sword was one sword, attacking Xuelian and Mei'er.

Tang Shan glanced at him and said, "Damn! What are you doing?" As soon as the question in his heart arose, the dragon had already appeared.

The dragon is also white, as if it was carved from snow, arched its huge body and launched a lightning strike at him.
Chapter completed!