Along the way to where the sound came from, he was attacked by two groups of snowmen. [[?{<
But it's meaningless. These weird existences are not even qualified to stop him for a second.
Within ten minutes, Lin Xin came to a wide square where the sound came from.
In the middle of the square, there is a fountain filled with ice and snow. On a twisted statue inside is a young monk wearing a green robe.
"People from Bihu Mountain!?" Lin Xin looked at it and was suddenly shocked.
The monk was a young man. His eyes were wide open, his mouth and nose were bleeding, and he had already dried up. He seemed to be unwilling to die in peace.
The whole body was hanging on one of the outstretched hands of the statue. It had been frozen by the low temperature of the wind and snow and was motionless.
Lin Xin walked over, the shadow of his sword flashed, and the body immediately fell from his arm and fell into the snow.
He stepped forward and inspected it carefully.
Opening the hem of the corpse's robe, three white lines were clearly embroidered on it.
"Third-level monk, golden elixir."
Lin Xin narrowed his eyes. Golden elixir stage monks can strengthen themselves with elixir energy. Even if they cannot use spells, their physical fitness, constitution and strength are at least fifty points higher.
A snowman like that before had a strength of no more than 30 points, and it was absolutely impossible to kill a golden elixir monk so easily.
At least it was after a period of siege that he was covered with bruises and bruises.
Reaching out to fumble around in the monk's arms, Lin Xin pulled out a small cone-like object, green in color, with a red fish with a single horn engraved on the outside.
After holding it in his hand, Lin Xin tapped it lightly, and suddenly the ruby cone vibrated, like a tuning fork, emitting some kind of invisible wave that floated far away.
"Yuan Yuansheng! Are you still alive!!?"
Soon a gasping voice came from the cone.
"I am the nearby lord, the third true successor of Qingshan Realm. Let the leader speak to me." Lin Xinxun introduced himself.
There was silence for a moment, and then there was a murmur of chi chi, and soon Feng Huai's voice came from inside.
"Is it Brother Lin?!" He seemed very tired. "I didn't expect you to come anyway. I'm afraid I need your help here."
"Where are you?"
Lin Xin frowned.
"It's about two miles northeast of your location."
Picking up the body, Lin Xin's figure suddenly increased, and he drifted toward the northeast like blue smoke.
After a while, a melee battlefield slowly appeared in front.
On the street between two buildings.
A large number of snowmen and green-robed monks were entangled and fighting each other. Snow powder was chopped everywhere, and the blood of the monks flew out from time to time. They froze in the air and turned into ice flowers and fell to the ground.
On the narrow street, Feng Huai was fighting with a giant snowman with a height of four meters and dozens of densely packed arms.
He slashed out with each slash, leaving deep cut marks on the snowman's body.
It can even cut off its arms.
But it was no use. It only took a few seconds for the big snowman to recover from the wounds. And it only took a few seconds for the fallen limbs to grow into a smaller snowman and pounce on others.
Lin Xin glanced at the ground and saw that there were already seven or eight people lying on the snow, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.
The remaining five or six people are also struggling to support themselves.
These snowmen cannot be killed at all, and if their limbs are cut off, more will grow.
"One is fifth level, and the rest are either fourth level or third level. Where are the other fifth level lords?"
Lin Xin was confused, but he still put down the body and quickly walked towards Feng Huai.
"Brother Feng, let me help you!"
he said loudly.
Feng Huai also looked happy when she saw him coming.
He is not a fifth-level pure-blood, and in this area where magic is restricted, he can only rely on his hard-trained sword skills and the strong physical support of a fifth-level immortal.
But even so, the stalemate lasted less than ten minutes before we were in trouble.
"Brother Lin, please save people! These are the fifth-level snowman Wang family guards! If they can't be beaten to death, let's retreat first!"
Lin Xin used two swords in a row to scatter several snowmen rushing towards him.
He jumped up easily and flashed past the head of the multi-armed snowman.
The extreme realm opens and closes instantly.
After the sword blade rang lightly, the multi-armed snowman suddenly collapsed violently. More than ten arms on its body broke at the same time and crashed to the ground.
Feng Huai took the opportunity to escape.
Taking advantage of the recovery time of the multi-armed snowman, Lin Xin struck a sword from the front and struck it hard in the middle of the waist.
A violent force was immediately transmitted from the snowman's waist, and the strong counter-shock force almost shook his right hand that was holding the sword.
"It's really the fifth level! It's not even low level!"
With a shiver in his heart, Lin Xinxun took Feng Huai, who was extremely tired, to cover the other team members and evacuate.
Blood slowly flowed down Song Danhao's forehead.
He tried to open his eyes wide and stared at the tall snowman in front of him while breathing heavily.
The black knife formed by the condensed black energy in his hand was now piercing deeply into the snowman's heart.
On one side, Lin Yaoyang, Xu Ling, and Gong Shang Bai Yu were all covered in scars, their clothes were torn, and they were in extremely miserable condition.
Chi!
Pull out the black knife.
This snowman, which had been endlessly reborn and healed, finally collapsed to the ground.
The tip of the black knife is studded with a jet black translucent crystal.
"Is this the Tears of the Snowman King?"
A term flashed through Song Danhao's mind.
The four of them tried their best and used various secret methods one after another, which delayed the process for more than an hour.
It was finally possible to kill the two-meter-tall snowman. If Lin Yaoyang hadn't tried his best to delay the fight, he might not have been able to find the core crystal that was constantly floating in the snowman's body.
"This should be the legendary pure crystal that can enhance the power of the soul, the Snowman King's Tears!"
Song Danhao pulled out the crystal and sighed.
"Soul power? Can this be directly improved?" Lin Yaoyang said in astonishment.
"Of course, if so." Before Song Danhao finished speaking, another voice suddenly answered.
"If there is a pure obsession that condenses and guides the soul power, special treasures that can enhance the soul power will be produced."
A gentle and calm man's voice came from afar.
"who!?"
The four of them were suddenly startled and looked in the direction of the sound from a distance.
Whoosh whoosh!
Amidst dozens of sounds piercing the air, an elegant man with four ears gently jumped down from the building on the side.
With him were masked monks in white and gold robes.
“Fairy Mountain in the Four Seas!!”
Song Danhao's eyes suddenly shrank, he recognized this kind of clothes.
It is one of the super sects that is heard about in the Four Seas Fairy Mountain and Qiu Shi Realm. Even in the entire human world, it is also the second-ranked overlord force.
Compared to the Shinra Mansion he had stayed in before, the gap between him and an ant was like an elephant.
The visitor is not good!
The four people's hearts sank.
The four-eared man smiled slightly and looked at the black crystal that fell in Song Danhao's hand.
"If this fellow Taoist is willing to hand over the Tears of the Snowman King to me, I will lead the team for the Four Seas Immortal Mountain, Senior Brother, and I will definitely reward these fellow Taoists well after I return."
Around him, more than ten monks surrounded the four of them in a somewhat hidden manner, implying a threatening attitude.
Song Danhao took a deep breath and was about to speak.
Chi!
Suddenly a ball of white light flashed past him.
Bang!
The man with four ears suddenly took action, blocking his right cheek, where a ball of white light exploded out of thin air.
"Who do you think you are!? This is what we worked hard to get, and you just want to take it away with just one sentence? Is there such a cheap thing in the world?"
Lin Yaoyang couldn't help but sneered.
The four-eared man wasn't angry either. He pinched the white light spots between his fingers, but his face showed slight surprise.
"The purifying power of the Star Wings?!"
He raised his head and his eyes immediately fell on Lin Yaoyang. He looked at the other person's pretty face and good figure.
And use the pure blood power just now.
"I've heard for a long time that the purifying power of Star Singing is extremely powerful in the legend. Today I want to see what kind of powerful method it is."
He suddenly laughed, with a trace of enthusiasm and murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
After running several miles away in one breath, everyone left the center of the city, and the chasing snowman gradually disappeared behind them.
All the monks in Bihu Mountain collapsed to the ground one by one, gasping for air.
"Thank you for coming this time!" Feng Huai sat down on the ground and said with a wry smile.
"The energy storm tore apart the consciousness of all powerful people. Now we have completely become an isolated island. Then when we were operating in the city, we suddenly encountered these unkillable snowman guards. If Brother Lin hadn't rushed to do this, this operation would not have been possible.
The entire army will be wiped out."
"You're welcome, fellow sect members. Where is this place?" Lin Xin waved his hand. He had just had a face-to-face encounter with the multi-armed snowman. He clearly felt that that guy was much stronger than the Void Demon General he had killed earlier.
With his over 8,000 attributes, a sword strike would shock his hand, and he also had an immortal body.
He could clearly see that all the arms that he chopped off to the ground were quickly turning into new snowmen.
Not to mention Feng Huai, even if he takes action personally, he may not be able to do anything to the other party.
"This is the Snowman King's City, in the distant outer realm of the void, an extremely mysterious and strange royal city of an ethnic group." Feng Huai sighed.
"I had only seen it in records before, but I didn't expect to actually meet it this time."
"What is the mission of that sect in Snowman King City?" Lin Xin asked doubtfully.
"Find the courage of the Snowman King and bring it back." Feng Huai replied immediately. "This is a mission with five thousand contribution points. Sure enough, such a rich contribution point is not easy to get."
"The courage of the Snowman King? What should we do now?" Lin Xin also frowned and asked.
"We need support. There are Wang family snowmen everywhere here. These monsters are at least the fifth level and are immortal. The more we fight, the more we fight. They are no longer something we can handle."
Another monk interjected.
"Junior Brother Hong is right, we have tried our best, and now the situation has exceeded the scope of our ability to deal with it." Feng Huai said helplessly. "Moreover, I suspect that we are being besieged, and it is very likely that the other two teams are behind the scenes.
"
"You mean the Four Seas Immortal Mountains and the Illusory Sea Polar Regions?" A monk couldn't help but asked.
"Not bad." Feng Huai nodded.
"How dare they!?"
A monk immediately stood up and said angrily.
"It must be the four-eared monster!" Feng Huai guessed, with a cold look on his face. "I will definitely report it to Master Bingming when I go back. It seems that they have forgotten who is in this human world.
The real overlord!"
"Is there any evidence?" Lin Xin suddenly asked.
As soon as these words came out, not only Feng Huai laughed, but also several monks who heard it laughed.
"I, a member of Bihu Mountain, need evidence when questioning?"
"No one dares not to give me an explanation! The Four Seas Fairy Mountain, hehe!"
"I said that the four-eared monster was so polite before, but it turns out he had evil intentions for a long time."
Everyone in the group actually didn't pay attention to the two major sects at all.
Lin Xin felt a shiver in his heart. This was the first time he had seen the arrogance and domineering nature of the disciples of Bihu Mountain.
"Then what if they don't admit it? What if they directly resist?" he asked again.
"That's even better. We, the monks of Bihu Mountain, are out there, so we have the advantage of killing first and reporting later!" Feng Huai suddenly sneered. (To be continued.) 8