The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 112: The sound that rang out of the cold fog

At the moment when the Pearl was lifted into the sky, Bai Zao saw a lot of dense black shadows, but the speed of the opponent was too fast, and the amount could not be counted by God's consciousness.

This snowfield, which was selected as the site of the road battle this year, was an ancient battlefield where the human race against the beast tides. I don't know how many times it has been cleaned up by the human race powerhouses. According to reason, there will not be any particularly powerful snow country monsters.

She thought that the real danger would be after entering the black mountain range, who would have thought that there were so many snowfoot beasts hidden in the depths of the snow.

Moreover, the levels of these snow-footed beasts are all very high. The snow-footed beast that attacked her just now has only three legs, and it leaped easily for several tens of feet, as fast as lightning.

Although this tiered snowfoot is still not wise, its fighting instinct is already extremely powerful and terrifying-the three-legged snowfoot came to the field from the ground, and the time to attack her was very good. It was her. Let the hanging bell sect disciples support their companions and prepare for the transition moment of defense.

In the end, she killed the snow-footed beast with a magic weapon, but she also paid the price of injury.

Two other companions were injured at the very beginning.

Clear bells rang in the night to help the wounded protect Dao's heart, and at the same time, they kept warning of where snow-footed beasts might attack.

The female disciple of the Suspended Bell Sect sat cross-legged on the snow, closed her eyes, the medicinal power of the pill that she had just taken had been exhausted, and she didn't know how long the true essence could last.

Following the guidance of the bell, a cyan sword light went away and returned quickly.

Looking at the sword light, Bai Zao's eyes showed an expression of appreciation, and Qingshan's sword was really good.

Yao Songshan glanced at the flying sword back in front of him, confirmed that the sword body was not corroded by the blood of the snow-footed beast, and was a little relieved. He looked at Bai Zao and asked, "How is it?"

He really admired this girl in white who looked so weak.

Deserving to be the jewel of the Zhongzhou faction, the leader's demeanor and command ability are extremely strong, the portable magic weapon is extremely high, and the ability to arrange the formation is so brilliant.

The pearl in the night sky is not just for lighting, but also a formation. It was inspired by Bai Zao's divine consciousness, forming an extremely strong barrier.

This barrier blocked most of the snow-footed beasts in the night, and those snow-footed beasts that emerged from the ground were killed by him and the senior sister of the Hanging Bell Sect.

It's just that the Senior Sister of Xuanling Sect consumes too much true energy, and Bai Zao is injured again. I don't know how long it will last to maintain this formation.

Bai Zao looked weak, but his eyes were calm and confident.

Through the dangerous moment when she was suddenly attacked by the snow-footed herd, she was confident to take all her companions to support until dawn.

At that time, even if the Cold Bird did not find out about their situation, I believe there will be other reinforcements. Even if there is nothing, the problem shouldn't be too big.

Just as she was thinking about these things, she suddenly felt the colder surroundings.

She had noticed earlier that there was an extremely cold wind blowing in the canyon, and the fire was almost extinguished.

The snowfield is indeed extremely cold, but such a low temperature is still extremely rare.

A thick mist burst out from the canyon at some unknown time and enveloped the snowy field where they were.

The mist was colder than the wind just now, and there seemed to be countless ice crystals inside. Even if they were practitioners, their exposed skin felt acupuncture-like pain.

The flame lowers its height at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Bai Zao looked solemn and said: "Maybe I can't hold it anymore."

I don't know what formed this mist, it was extremely cold and thick, and even the spiritual consciousness would be stagnated in it.

Bai Zao’s spiritual consciousness is connected to the pearl in the night sky, and I feel it most clearly.

Without God's consciousness, the formation will naturally gradually dissipate.

Yao Songshan raised his eyebrows slightly and walked to Bai Zao's body, and Qingjian moved with it.

The female disciple of the Suspension Bell Sect opened her eyes, and helped each other with the other two injured practitioners to the sides of Bai Zao, calling out the last body protector,

The fog is getting thicker, and the fire is getting lighter and lighter, until it finally goes out.

The pearl is getting darker and darker, until it can no longer be seen.

The night fog covered everything, and the friction sounded again, more densely, and much closer to them.

Will this fog disperse?

Bai thought about this issue early.

Of course, Dao warfare is an extremely dangerous trial. Before the most critical moment, the commanders will definitely not take action, but the battle changes rapidly, and if something really happens, even the elders of the gods may not have time to take action. Similar situations have happened many times in the past years, so every time the Meihui Road War will have many participants die.

What's more, the cold fog today came too suddenly, too strange, too terrifying, she had never seen it in previous records.

If the brother is here, what will he do?

In the darkness, her hand fell on her waist, holding two cold objects.

There are five people here, not enough.

She thought silently in her heart and let go of her hand.

As soon as she let go of her hand, there was a voice in the night.

In such a treacherous situation, the voice is still so calm, without emotional ups and downs, even a little cold, but it is naturally convincing. ..

"Receive the bell."

The female disciple of the hanging bell sect recalled the voiceless bell subconsciously.

There was a crack in the sky in the night.

A heavy object fell on the snow, splashed with a lot of snow debris, and landed on Yaosongshan's face.

But compared to the cold in the thick fog, these snow chips actually made him feel a little warm.

The calm voice rang again.

"Vertical shield."

Yao Songshan can vaguely see two feet in front of him, a black shadow about two feet tall stands up.

An extremely heavy impact followed, followed by a muffled grunt.

The voice sounded again without stopping.

"Star pot."

"Ignition."

"Broken cold branches."

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The fire was ignited again, although the fire was slightly weak, it still illuminated the neighborhood.

The fire of the true element can still support a period of time in the extremely cold mist.

A faint blue star kettle rested on the ground in front of the fire, and a little bit of starlight spouted from the mouth of the kettle, covering everyone in it.

Just a few steps beyond the starlight barrier, a snow-footed beast is struggling to stand up.

Yao Songshan pinched the sword art, the green sword broke through the fog and went through the head of the snow-footed beast, bringing out a green blood.

The green sword did not fly back, and continued to travel through the cold mist.

For some reason, with the chill in the fog, the power of the sword light seemed to be greater, and instantly killed two snow-footed beasts again.

Hearing the three words Broken Hanzhi, Yao Songshan confirmed who the owner of the voice was.

Broken cold branches is the seventh style of Shangdefeng Xueliu swordsmanship.

Only the disciple of Qingshan knew that he was a disciple of Shangdefeng before entering Liangwangfeng.

Except Yao Songshan, the other three didn't react, because the situation turned so fast.

Bai had known who came.

From the group of real fire and star pot, she recognized that the other party should be a Taoist friend of Xuan Tianzong and the Star Cultivation Tower.

There are such two in Jing Jiu's team.

What about him?

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I don't know if it was because of the firelight or the star pot, or the snow stream swordsmanship that suddenly increased the power of the pine and cedar, the snow-footed beasts once again retreated into the night, not daring to approach.

The cold fog is too heavy, and the fire cannot illuminate too far. People look around and can see nothing but sounds.

It was the sound of an iron sword breaking through the air, the sound of a stone cracking apart, in addition to the unpleasant screams of snow-footed beasts.

But with so many snow-footed beasts in the night, can he hold it? Why not enter the defensive range of the star kettle and take a break?

Listening to the sound in the night fog, Yao Songshan was very worried, and wanted to rush out several times, thinking that he had not received the order, and forcibly held back.

The sound in the fog became denser and denser, and then gradually faded away, until finally disappeared without a trace.

Yao Songshan couldn't help it anymore and said, "I want to go out and have a look."

Bai Zao said: "He didn't say."

Yao Songshan said: "I am worried about him."

Bai Zao said: "I believe him."

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The young ascetics waited nervously~IndoMTL.com~ to treat their injuries, alternate rest, and resist the chill in the fog, and talk without intention all night.

I don't know how long it took before the fog finally showed signs of dissipating.

The female disciple of the Suspended Bell Sect opened her eyes and looked at the extremely faint morning light high above, with a smile on her face.

There are footsteps outside the fog.

Everyone looked over.

Jing Jiu walked out of the fog.

The faint fire light and the morning light fell on his face at the same time.

Bai Zao looked at him quietly, thinking it was really good-looking.

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