Cold, white chill filled every corner of the plain.

The cracked earth was instantly covered with a thin layer of frost, and it spread and thickened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Yu Linghe's eyes lit up slightly. He had fought side by side with the White Dragon Horse several times before. Although the most powerful force of the White Dragon Horse was not the natural coldness of Shuang Yuju. However, this was also a force that cannot be ignored. At this moment, when the White Dragon Horse and Yu Ziyuan joined forces, the cooperation of the natural coldness and the Snow Lotus Divine Sword was like dry fire encountering fire, and instantly burst out the energy that even Yu Linghe was shocked.

Although he was already away from the battle group, Yu Linghe could still clearly sense how powerful the energy released by the cold was.

He looked down and looked at his feet. The white snow quickly took shape and spread little by little towards his feet. If he stood here without any action, he would soon become a snowman covered in snow.

Yu Linghe was shocked. Although he did not deliberately activate his power, he was a strong man at least. The spontaneous protective power could not resist such an impact of ice and snow.

It can be seen from this that after the combined force of these two people's cold powers, it is definitely not as simple as one plus one equals two.

At this moment, a question even arose in the depths of Yu Linghe's heart.

Could it be that the most suitable combat partner for the White Dragon Horse is not himself, but Yu Ziyuan?

Of course, this thought flashed by, and Yu Linghe was confident that if he cooperated with the White Dragon Horse, the power formed would never be under their joint efforts.

After all, the most powerful thing about the White Dragon Horse is not the cold power, but the gravity and time power that can cooperate with it.

When the White Dragon Horse and his dragon spear worked together, even if the person who stood in front of them was a person like Tian Fuxian, Yu Linghe was confident that he could let go and fight.

"Amitabha!"

With a loud Buddhist chant, the cassock on the body of the Xuanshou Holy Monk suddenly swelled.

What is incredible is that the speed and range of the expansion of the robe are far beyond imagination. In just a moment, the range covered by the robe reached an incredible level. The robe, which was like waves, continued to expand, and in a flash, enveloped the frozen ground in the reverse direction.

Artifact!

There is no doubt that this cassock is definitely a powerful artifact that is no less than the Snow Lotus Divine Sword.

Under the inspiration of a strong man in Yiming, this artifact burst out with real power, instantly cracking the joint force of Yu Ziyuan and Bailongma, and even crushing it in the reverse direction.

This is a dignified crush with simple power. When the power of both sides is very different, it cannot be solved no matter what.

One force reduces ten times. When the power reaches this level, it is no longer something that skills can compete with.

The gap between Rongxuan and Yiming is so huge.

However, Yu Ziyuan and Bailongma join forces to force the Saint Monk of Xuanshou to use the power of the magic weapon from the beginning. If it spreads it, it will be enough to cause a sensation.

"Bang..."

Suddenly, a red light flashed, and the light of spiritual power condensed by Hong Mo shot on the surging cassock like lightning.

The next moment, part of the robe actually faded, and it seemed that all the forces within this area were greatly affected and lost their effect.

Yu Linghe's eyes lit up, and the Phantom Clan, which was passed down from ancient times, was indeed well-known. Even he was a little envious of this method of using spiritual power.

However, Yu Linghe also knew that this was a manifestation of Hong Mo's talent and power. If outsiders wanted to learn, they would probably not be able to enter.

Yu Ziyuan and Bailongma were so smart. Although they were caught off guard by the power of the cassock before breaking through the ice and snow world. However, once the cassock was slightly hindered, they immediately reacted.

The white dragon horse neighed, and it opened its mouth wide open, and an invisible invisible energy erupted instantly.

When this energy was released, the area of ​​the robe bound by strange spiritual power suddenly shriveled down at a faster speed.

Gravity, the power of the force is obtained with the ultimate gravity, and it immediately covers it without hesitation.

Yu Ziyuan's speed was not slow at all. He gently tapped his wrist and released the more powerful ice and snow coldness. The shriveled area of ​​the robe had an extra layer of white snow frost.

This cassock is obviously a powerful artifact of the Buddha Sect. Although the Snow Lotus Divine Sword also has divine power, it is a dream to rely on the ice and snow energy on the cassock.

But at this moment, under the constraints of Hongmo's strange spiritual power, she did such an almost impossible thing under the gravity of the white dragon horse.

The robe fell down immediately with this point and spread to more areas. The power of this artifact has been suppressed to the extreme and seems to be knocked back to its original state at any time.

However, the face of the Xuanshou Holy Monk was as dull as before, without any strange color.

He sighed softly and said, "Three donors, be careful."

After saying that, he gently patted his chest, and the robes finally broke open and completely separated from his body.

However, at this moment, Yu Linghe's face became solemn. Because he found that at this moment, the aura of the Xuanshou Holy Monk became sharp and terrifying.

If the two sides had just fought, the Xuanshou Holy Monk still looked like a monk, with a calm and peaceful aura on his body, and there was no edge or corner. But at this moment, he seemed to have taken off his disguise and showed his true self. The momentum that erupted at that moment was so strong that it could surround the world and destroy the world.

Yu Linghe's figure moved slightly, and he actually had the urge to take action.

Because even he himself could not guarantee whether Yu Ziyuan and the others could withstand the sharp blow of the Xuanshou Holy Monk.

However, his body finally stopped after swaying for a moment. Because he found that under the pressure of the Xuanshou Holy Monk, Yu Ziyuan and his friends' aura were not at all disordered, but instead became increasingly tenacious and tenacious, and also had a never-grant temperament.

This temperament can only be trained through countless battles of adversity and through repeated training.

As a sword cultivator, Yu Ziyuan was able to have such a temperament under the cultivation of Fang Jiewan. Although Hong Mo was captured by himself, he was a strong man in the Phantom Clan after all, and he had also obtained ancient inheritance and could have such temperament.

But the White Dragon Horse, this guy has been smooth sailing since he was born and has almost never encountered any difficulties and dangers. But even so, it has inexplicably possessed a similar temperament that is not inferior to the first two, so there is no reason.

The only explanation is that the son of luck exploded.

At this moment, Yu Linghe no longer worries anything. At least, with the existence of a white dragon horse, their lives will never have any problems.

The monk Xuanshou's eyes widened, and the first time there was a fierce look like a angrily glowing diamond appeared on his elegant face.

Buddhism emphasizes the cycle of cause and effect and saves the world, but if it subdues demons and demons, it also has thundering means.

He raised his hands high, and suddenly a thousand feet of light burst out from the palm of his hand. When the light converged, a Buddha staff of ten or three feet long appeared out of thin air.

There are countless runes engraved on this Buddha's staff. Before the monk Xuanshou used the power of the Buddha, he had already made a chanting sound, as if countless monks were chanting Buddhist scriptures loudly here.

Yu Linghe narrowed his eyes and said to the Holy Monk of the Xuanshou. It turned out that his title was actually coming.

The monk Xuanshou roared and stepped forward. Although he was only one step, he had already arrived in front of Yu Ziyuan and the other two. The raised Buddha stick was smashed down on his head, and the momentum was so surging that no matter what was below, he would be smashed into flesh by the stick.

This staff, whether it is powerful or powerful, has far exceeded the realm of Rongxuan.

Even if the big jellyfish and giant eagle from the former Crystal Palace join forces, they can't resist the power of this stick.

Yu Linghe's wrist shook slightly, and the dragon spear appeared and faintly appeared in his hand. Although he knew that the Xuanshou Holy Monk would never kill Fang Jiewan's closed disciple under the stick, he still did not dare to neglect the slightest.

As long as the situation is wrong, he will take action regardless of everything.

Even if he offended the Xuanshou Holy Monk, he would not let the slightest accident appear in front of him.

However, the next moment, his eyes immediately lit up.

Because the changes of Yu Ziyuan and the other two actually exceeded his imagination.

A blue light flashed, and Yu Ziyuan was already holding the two divine swords. Her figure swayed and danced gracefully. The moment she showed her dancing posture, the whole space seemed to be moved.

Yu Linghe had a feeling that this was no longer a simple soul dance, but a dance that merged with space, as if the power of the entire space was to be used for it.

Under the tremendous pressure of the Xuanshou Holy Monk, Yu Ziyuan, the sword cultivator, not only was not overwhelmed by her, but instead showed a more positive attitude, which brought her strength to the next level.

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Xuanshou Holy Monk, but he did not stop, but instead increased his strength.

The point where the Buddha's staff pointed was strong. Under the impact of this Buddha's light, Yu Ziyuan's body became faintly visible and illusory.

Hong Mo suddenly roared, his face turned pale, and a wisp of blood flowed down from his eyes. However, a red light was also emitted and threw it into the sword dance.

The next moment, Yu Ziyuan's body, which had almost disappeared, became solid again.

The monk Xuanshou sighed lightly, and the Buddha's staff in his hand once again increased its power. This was his third time releasing his power, and it was also the limit that the Buddha's staff could reach.

And at this moment, the white dragon horse also neighed.

The sound seemed to sound from an extremely distant place, and it made people hear it, and it actually felt a sense of vicissitudes of having experienced a long time.

So, the Buddha's staff suddenly stopped. Although the Buddha's light was still there, it could no longer be restricted.

Yu Ziyuan let out a long breath, and finally swung the two swords in her hand, and skillfully placed them on the Buddha's staff.
Chapter completed!