Feng Hua's face changed wildly, feeling the cold air on his legs, and he was horrified in his heart: "What the hell is this!"
He pinched the spells with his fingers one after another, shooting out several bloody auras, and at the same time, his pseudo-magic knife slashed at the black palms like crazy.
I saw a gray light emitting from these palms, blocking several attacks, and when the pseudo-magic knife was hit on the palm, it made a crisp sound and was flicked away with dim light.
"How can it be!"
Feng Hua panicked. Even ordinary monks in the early stages of pill formation did not dare to use protective shields to block the few attacks he just made. What are these black palms? They were unscathed.
As soon as he launched the attack, he felt a cold breath, following the black palms and sinking into his calves. Different from the ice, this breath made him feel that the blood in his body was stagnant.
This cold breath rushed up quickly along his calves, as if it wanted to permeate his entire body.
Feng Hua patted his head and thought about it. He knew that when this cold air filled the air, his body would most likely be out of control, so he immediately mobilized his body's magic power to fight against it.
"呲呲!"
This cold aura met with the magic power of the Red Demonic Refining Technique in Feng Hua's body, directly suppressing his magic power and defeating him steadily.
Feng Hua was horrified to discover that this cold power was deeper than his magic power, and definitely exceeded the level of the early stage of pill formation.
Seeing that the cold breath was about to enter his torso from his legs, a ruthless look flashed in his eyes, and the pseudo-magic knife turned into a streak of blood and flashed towards his thigh.
Feng Hua was very decisive. In this flash of lightning, he directly cut off the thigh and used magic power to solidify the wound. Then the magic power in his body flashed and he flew into the air with his legless body.
Facing this unfathomable and strange palm, Feng Hua, who has no magic weapon, can't think of fighting. If his leg is broken, he can find a way to recover it. If his life is gone, his life is really gone.
But just as Feng Hua was rising into the sky, a thunderstorm suddenly sounded, and a long stick emitting dazzling purple lightning appeared in his eyes.
The long stick easily shattered his escape light and hit him on the shoulder. At this moment, Feng Hua felt an unimaginable force coming from above, making his body muscles lose consciousness.
Immediately afterwards, another powerful force of thunder and lightning appeared from the long stick and spread all over his body. The red demonic energy in his body was directly defeated, and the whole person fell to the ground again.
At this moment, the hands on the ground had disappeared, and what appeared there was a zombie with black muscles and a cold aura.
Feng Hua's consciousness swept away, and he couldn't help but murmured, with a look of despair on his face: "Intermediate bronze armored corpse."
This black zombie caught Feng Hua's body, and pressed his hands covered with sharp nails on his neck and dantian, and the cold power instantly penetrated his body.
Then Feng Hua lost control of the magic power in his body, his eyes dimmed, and he fainted.
A burly man in black attire, holding a purple-black long stick, slowly landed next to the bronze-armored corpse. When he saw Feng Hua being restrained, he turned around and looked at the pit.
The person who came was none other than Lu Kun, and this middle-level bronze-armored corpse was naturally the corpse Taoist he had conquered not long ago.
When Lu Kun arrived, he happened to see Xue'er using the Ice Sword to make the final attack in the distance, and found that the enemy was just an early-stage pill-forming monk using a fake magic weapon.
So he asked the corpse Taoist to lurk from the ground, and thought of capturing the enemy alive.
The bronze-armored corpse itself was proficient in the art of escaping from the earth. However, the caves in the land of death were full of ores and could not escape from the earth. Moreover, with the intermediate cultivation level of the corpse Taoist, Feng Hua's spiritual consciousness in the early stage of forming pills was naturally unable to detect it.
A mid-level bronze-armored corpse attacked an early-stage immortal cultivator who was standing on the ground without a magic weapon in his hand. He was able to capture it easily and effortlessly.
What's more, with Lu Kun beside him, when Feng Hua broke his legs and wanted to escape, he took action with the Purple Sky Stick.
Today's Lu Kun can kill even the monks in the late stage of Dan Formation. With a single blow from the psychic magic weapon and the corpse Taoist, he easily captured this monk in the early stage of Dan Formation.
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The blood-colored cage in the pit on the side dissipated when it lost control of its magic, revealing the Zhao brothers and sisters who had turned into ice sculptures and Pan Yan, who was covered in blood.
"Master, that's great. Master, please save the second senior brother and the third senior sister. They don't know what happened and became like this." Pan Yan called out as soon as he saw Lu Kun.
Lu Kun raised his eyebrows: "This ice aura is so powerful, it seems that Xue'er really used the ice sword that was the magic weapon of Uncle Wang Ruobing back then."
While thinking, Lu Kun flashed and appeared behind Zhao Qingtian. With one hand on his back, he used the Thunder Control Body Refining Technique to separate the thunder attribute mana from the wood attribute mana and inject it into his body.
Zhao Qingtian received the help of this same source of alchemy-formation magic power, and it was immediately replenished. The green light on his body was strong, and the coldness outside his body was dissipated a lot, but the ice outside the two people's bodies did not change much.
Seeing this, Lu Kun retracted his palms, walked to Pan Yan, patted his shoulders with both hands, and used his thunder attribute magic to help him heal his physical injuries.
Lu Kun's thunder attribute magic power was originally the three attributes of fire, wood and water combined into one. It also had the effect of restoring the physical body. With the help of his deep magic power, the wound on Pan Yan's arm quickly began to heal.
Pan Yan didn't care about the pain caused by the recovery of the wound, and asked hurriedly: "Master, my injury is fine, save senior brother and senior sister first!"
Lu Kun showed a smile and said: "Don't worry, their lives are no longer in danger. They can heal themselves later."
Pan Yan was a little confused: "Is it really okay? Senior sister didn't know how to use the magic weapon in her body before, and then it was sealed by ice."
Lu Kun showed a hint of emotion and said: "It seems that Xue'er activated the magic weapon left to her by Uncle Wang Ruobing, the Ice Sword."
"This kind of magical weapon that has been tempered by monks in the middle stage of pill formation for many years, coupled with the essence of Wang Ruobing's magic power, contains extremely strong energy. In the end, Xue'er was probably unable to activate it, and the remaining energy burst out, causing the ice backlash.
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"Fortunately, the Ice Sword has been stored in Xue'er's body for many years, and the damage caused to her is not as terrible as imagined. In addition, Qingtian comes to help in time. As long as they consume the remaining ice energy, everything will be fine.
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"I helped Qingtian just now, and he will be able to handle it on his own later. It just takes a little more time. Maybe it will be a blessing in disguise."
Seeing Pan Yan's expression that seemed to understand, Lu Kun patted his recovered wounds and said with a smile: "Okay, you guys are thick-skinned and only suffered minor injuries. Tell me about your situation on the road."
Let’s talk about it.”
While speaking, Lu Kun fired a purple aura, cleaned up the incomplete magic weapons on the ground, and erased the traces of the battle. Finally, he absorbed the Zhao brothers and sisters and Pan Yan into his aura, turning into a purple light that shot into the sky.
rise.
The Corpse Taoist on the side controlled Feng Hua, his whole body exuding gray and cold power, and followed closely behind.