There is not much time for Dongfang Chunjun to think now.
After hundreds of thousands of cold demons were lured up by Dongfang Chunjun, they have now tended to disperse, and a considerable number of them have even sunk again.
There are messy strands of cold air everywhere. As long as they stay in the air for a moment, there will be dozens or even hundreds of strands of cold air roaring towards you!
No matter what suspicions he has in his heart, let's get rid of Luo Zheng first.
"Full of nonsense!"
Dongfang Chunjun approached Luo Zheng and suddenly stretched out his hands.
Two breaths, one black and one white, were like two real dragons, spiraling out of his body and turning into a torrent rushing towards Luo Zheng.
This torrent covers an extremely wide area!
Even if Luo Zheng reads Dongfang Chunjun's Fire of Memory and knows his thoughts in advance, his speed still cannot get rid of this torrent in advance.
"Wow..."
Seeing this torrent coming, Luo Zheng's face sank slightly.
"Whoa!"
While quickly retreating, he already held the long sword in his hand, and his eyes were filled with a cold and forbidding look.
"Rongdao energy!"
"cut……"
Now Luo Zheng faces Dongfang Chunjun and can only make a desperate move.
It's a pity that he can't turn into a thousands-foot-long desolate god. Those cold evil spirits are spitting cold air in all directions. If he turns into a giant, there is no way to avoid it, and he will soon be frozen and turned into a huge ice sculpture!
But before he could strike with his sword, a slender figure suddenly descended from above and stood in front of him.
This woman finally got rid of those cold evil attacks.
Seeing Luo Zheng in danger, she did not hesitate at all. The original fear in her palm quickly condensed and turned into a long sword.
"break!"
The woman's eyes widened, and the energy on the surface of the long sword surged crazily. The long sword was like a stubborn stone in the middle of the river, dividing the surging torrent of yin and yang...
"You want to kill my people too?"
The woman stood behind the brown sword and said to Dongfang Chunjun.
Dongfang Chunjun's face sank slightly, the inevitable blow was actually destroyed by this woman!
Just as he was about to take action again, a thick true meaning of yin and yang chaos suddenly emerged from below...
"Whoa!"
A torrent of yin and yang spiraled towards him, and it was Dongfang Chunjun's copy who took action!
The strength of this clone is almost the same as Dongfang Chunjun himself. With the clone going all out, Dongfang Chunjun will also have to deal with it with all his strength!
Dongfang Chunjun could only shoot down a torrent of yin and yang...
While the two "Dongfang Chunjun" were fighting, the woman said to Luo Zheng: "Let's go down!"
"Whoosh!"
Immediately, Luo Zheng's hand was pulled by the woman and he swooped down.
When she took Luo Zheng down, there were six or seven copies of saints hovering around to protect them.
The woman's long black hair was fluttering, gently flicking on Luo Zheng's face.
Luo Zheng has always regarded this woman as a violent and violent creature, but being protected by her like this made him feel a little moved.
It seems like her bloodline is really important to her?
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Everyone at the bottom of this ice volcano is repeating two things, avoiding the chaotic cold air and crushing the cold evil.
Although the bodies of these cold evil spirits are extremely fragile, the cold energy is extremely deadly, so it is extremely troublesome to deal with it...
"call out!"
A sharp sword light flashed through, and seven or eight Hanshas were immediately cut in half.
After sheathing his sword, Hua Tianming suddenly kicked on the cave wall, instantly avoiding three blasts of cold air that hit him.
At this moment, he saw the woman and Luo Zheng rushing from top to bottom.
The two of them were in a situation they couldn't control. Luo Zheng and Hua Tianming's eyes only met slightly, and there was no other communication.
In such chaos, many people died in the cold air. One by one, the ice sculptures fell on top of the nest and were shattered into pieces.
"Let them break open the nest, and so many people will not die. How stupid!" A look of helplessness appeared on the woman's face.
According to her idea, she would force Dongfang Chunjun and the others to break open the nest and enter the nest first. She would then lead the clones of the saints to follow them in. However, Dongfang Chunjun attracted most of the cold evil spirits at the critical moment.
, causing everyone to fall into a melee...
After the woman said this, she suddenly grabbed the nest.
"Click..."
This huge "hive" tore a gap of more than ten feet.
Immediately the woman said: "The cold evil here will continue to be reborn. If you are willing to fight here, everyone will die here. If you don't want to die, you can come in with me!"
The woman's voice was not loud, but everyone could hear her clearly.
The saints, sub-sages, and the True God of Great Perfection looked down at the situation. Sure enough, just as she said, in those hexagonal grids, the cold evil quickly condensed one by one, and flew out from the grid.
"No wonder... I just said that there are only millions of cold evil spirits, why are they killing them endlessly?"
"These things can be constantly reborn..."
Although the number of millions of cold evil spirits is large, the strength of the saints and sub-sages present is not weak. If these cold evil spirits gather densely, they can kill thousands or even tens of thousands of cold evil spirits with one move.
Down.
But they killed so many cold evil spirits, and the number was indeed not small.
After the woman said this, the clones of the saints each used their escape techniques and flew downwards.
Even the clone of Dongfang Chunjun broke away from the battle, cupped his hands towards Dongfang Chunjun himself, and escaped downwards...
"Let's go in," the woman said before dragging Luo Zheng into the crack.
The clones of the saints followed closely behind.
Chen Huangyijian naturally would not stay on top. When he saw Luo Zheng being dragged down by the woman, he also rushed down.
People from the wealthy alliance are still shuttled between the cold air, but most people have stopped killing the cold evil, and their eyes have been focused on Dongfang Chunjun.
In fact, what many people want to do is to leave this hellish place!
Too many people died...
The saints are dead, the true God of Dzogchen is also dead, and many lesser saints have also fallen.
Now that I finally got rid of that woman, it was too late to turn back.
Who knows what else is in this lair, maybe the entire alliance of wealthy families will be annihilated here.
It doesn't matter if the saints die, it won't take long for them to be reborn. Yasheng, the true God of Dzogchen has died, but there is no chance to start over!
"Let's go down too!"
Dongfang Chunjun pondered for a moment before speaking.
According to what the woman said, the true demon's body should be in this lair. Now that he has reached this point, it is even more impossible for him to give up.
Hearing Dongfang Chunjun's words, the others were naturally a little disappointed, but they could only crawl in along the crack, at least to avoid these cold evils for the time being... (To be continued)