The golden elixir called out a strange order, and the foundation-building cold elixir dispersed when they heard the order, and the sky was clear.

"It is inevitable to die if you disperse it, and the killing will be endless!"

Nie Fanchen snorted coldly, and the blood on the Shura Sword was shining, as if blood was flowing. Raising the sword towards the sky, countless blood-red sword energy surged into the sky like a blood-red light column, rushing towards the sky, stagnating at the highest point, and then scattered down.

Swallows, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, swishes, sw

The sword energy cut through the space, and the sound of the wind was endless. A rain of sword energy had not yet fallen completely, but the cold and solemn intention of killing made Jindan Hanjiu frightened, and he felt a chill on his back: "Stop it."

The demonic power turned into layers of barriers, covering the heads of thousands of foundation-building cold eagles.

"It's not enough, Feiyu Curtain, rise."

A golden elixir shouted loudly, and the feathers on their bodies fell off and rose to the top of their heads. Other cold elves understood, and countless feathers flew up one after another, forming a feather curtain on their heads.

...

On the cold sky, the snow wolf clan's residence is located.

The Snow Wolf King turned into a burly human figure, wearing a snow-white wolf fur coat, with a pair of wolf eyes, and behind him a short tree with sparse branches and leaves. There were more than a dozen snow-white and crystal fruits hanging on the tree. A man and a woman stood side by side in front of him. The man had a scattered hair, tall and mighty, with a tiger back and a bear waist, a beast skin, and a red copper stick on his shoulder; the woman had a graceful figure, skin as cream as white as snow, a snow-white dress, and a nine-section snake whip in his hand.

"Fellow Daoist Feng Hupo, Fairy Feng Ningxue, this is the transformation fruit tree." The Snow Wolf King looked at the two people in front of him and said.

Feng Hupo walked forward with a copper stick, his face quite puzzled, "Why is this fruit different from what I ate three hundred years ago? I remember that the fruit I ate at the beginning was a blood-red jade fruit."

"That's true, Wolf King, you won't coax me to wait." Feng Ningxue's face was unkind.

The Snow Wolf King said, "How dare you? This tree is indeed a fruit tree that transforms into shape, but is just a sub-tree that changes according to the environment. The mother tree is deep in the ruins of the Blood Evil Sect. The blood-red fruit you eat should be picked from there. The fruit produced by the sub-tree is less than that of the mother tree. No matter how many monsters are ordinary foundation-building and qi-refining monsters eat, it is useless. Only monsters above the Golden Pill that survive the demon-turning tribulation can transform into shape. Therefore, we also call this sub-tree a demon-turning fruit tree. In addition, this fruit contains pure cold power. If it can be absorbed and transformed into one's own use, it will be more useful than ordinary demon-turning grass."

"I see."

Feng Hupo and Feng Ningxue looked at each other and smiled.

Under the cold sky, a blood-red light column soared into the sky. The Snow Wolf King turned his head and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

, then smiled again: "It seems that someone has come to the Hanjiu clan. Although his power is extraordinary, he still has some luck."

Feng Hupo and Feng Ningxue looked at it and stopped paying attention, nor commenting, nor were they interested in going to check it out. They were burdened with heavy responsibilities, but they did not have this leisure and leisure.

Then, Feng Ningxue took out a jade-like clean bottle, walked forward, took a branch from the self-turned demon fruit tree and inserted it into it. The clean bottle contained the morning dew, which contained pure vitality, which could make the old tree bloom and the dead trees bloom in spring, which was enough to keep the branches of the demon fruit tree alive.

"Thank you, Wolf King." Feng Ningxue put away the clean bottle and said happily.

The Snow Wolf King laughed and said, "You're welcome, a branch can make a good relationship with Master Fengxue. I'll make a lot of money."

"We still have a heavy task, so I won't bother you and say goodbye." Feng Ningxue smiled. After saying that, he and Feng Hupo turned into two rays of light and left quickly.

Just after the two left, two old figures, one man and one woman, appeared beside the Snow Wolf King, exuding a powerful aura, and their cultivation was above the Nascent Soul. They were the two Supreme Elders of the Snow Wolf King.

One of the old women sighed and said with a serious expression: "Ah, four hundred years ago, the ancestor of Blood Sea first came here. When exploring the ruins of the Blood Evil Sect, he was shot by the bright light of the sky, and his foundation was damaged. Later, he was hit by the True Lord of Fengxue and was severely injured by the rules of space and almost died, forcing him to retreat and heal, and even proclaimed himself to prolong his life. How could we survive until now?"

"I originally thought that the Red Scale Dragon King was already transformed into a god and could protect us, but I never thought that the Red Scale Dragon King was killed by the Blood Sea Ancestor with one sword." Another old man said regretfully.

"That knife should be the treasure obtained by the Ancestor of Blood Sea from the ruins of the Blood Evil Sect. It can break the defense of the Red Scale Dragon King with one knife and kill it. It is at least a low-grade spiritual treasure. Master Fengxue is afraid that Master Fengxue will have a chance of winning. If Master Fengxue is defeated, we will wait..." The King of Snow Wolf looked gloomy and was in a irritable mood.

The old woman shook her head and said, "Even if the genius of Fengxue Zhenjun cannot defeat the ancestor of the Blood Sea, it should not be difficult to save his life."

...

On the Hanjiu Cliff, in a secret cave, a man in black sat cross-legged, with blood rays lingering outside his body, mixed with spiritual energy flowing into his body, and a long sword was placed on his legs, and a powerful divine eagle that rose into the air was engraved on his sword.

Suddenly, the sword roared and the man opened his eyes slightly at the same time, saying to himself: "What's going on with this sword intent?"

At the same time, his spiritual thoughts emanated. Seeing the scene outside, his face instantly became extremely ferocious.

His eyes were bloodshot, his chest was filled with anger, his murderous aura was turbulent, and he immediately turned into a sword light, piercing through the rock walls, and came to the battlefield outside the Hanjiu Cliff, under the sword energy.

I saw him pinching the magic tricks with his hands. The snow-bright long sword in his hand surged in the wind, swirling up, and transforming into eight huge sword shadows that looked like substances, forming sword shields, blocking them before the sword energy.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang...

The sound of a rush and dense collision like a sudden rain hitting lotus came from above, and thousands of cold eagles suddenly realized and saw the man in black standing in the sky with swords and shields on his head: "It was the young clan leader who came out of seclusion..."

"Young clan leader, avenge us. This man killed thousands of our clan members..."

"The patriarch and several elders are all dead..."

"Young clan leader..."

...

"Enough, shut up, get back, don't stay here and get in the way." Jiu Lianxiao snorted coldly and suppressed the noisy sound.

Nie Fanchen looked at the Vulture Lianxiao who was dozens of feet away from him, and his expression became unprecedentedly solemn. He let thousands of cold vultures fly away without any stopping.

Jiu Lianxiao looks very young, and his cultivation is only in the middle stage of the Golden Pill, and he is still a little short of the late stage of the Golden Pill. However, it gives Nie Fanchen the feeling that it is very dangerous, several times more dangerous than Jiu Fertian and the nine Hanjiu Cliff elders.

He was tall and stood there like a magic sword unsheathed, showing his sharpness.

"How do you... want to die?"

Jiu Lianxiao looked at Nie Fanchen with cold eyes, as if he was looking at another dead person.

"Haha, you can definitely kill me?" Ne Fanchen said with a angrily smile.
Chapter completed!