Vol 3 Chapter 1601: Storm party

Without the thundercloud blocking, only the four guards of the Moon Devil's Hall can't stop An Junxi and Shui Lingling who are trying to break through.
After all, it is not everyone who just restrains An Junxi and Shui Lingling. The two men join hands in real combat power, and they can all be comparable to the general hall of the devil.
Only An Junxi’s thunder and lightning will not break through, and Shui Lingling will be close, and will lose too fast, not the strength of the two.
After some battles, the disciples of Tian Tianzong and the Thunderbolt Palace finally took the lead.
Shui Lingling and An Junxi also breathed a sigh of relief. Thanks to the ice sculpture, it would be hard to say if it was not the corpse of the ancient canon.
The fighting power of His Royal Highness, the horror is a bit too much, and An Junxi feels a little frustrated now.
Situ Gang proudly said: "This time you have to thank me. If it wasn't for me, how can everyone escape safely?"
"What about the ice sculpture? That is the golden corpse of the martial arts era. I want to sleep and be taken away by the devil, and give him a big fortune." An Junxi said with a frown.
Yes, ice sculptures are priceless, and even for them, the value may not be worse than the magic sword.
The magic sword can only be used by the devil, and it is hard to say how much it is for the warriors in the Kunlun world.
Situ Gang scratched his head: "I really didn't think about this."
Shui Lingling is stunned, and Lei Jing, who is still being suppressed, Shen Shen said: "This way, Situ Gang and An Junxi stayed, and other people first returned to the sect to report the situation here. We three, see if there is a chance, Then take the ice sculpture back."
An Junxi nodded and said: "This is not bad, the strength of the three of us, in the chaos, it is relatively simple to want to leave."
Others took the opportunity to return to the warships and flew toward the Thunderbolt Palace and the Tianzong.
This group of people just left, Lei Yun, who struggled for a long time, shouted. The eyebrows, the purple mark, the brilliance flashing, when the infinite lightning falls at the same time, the ice sculptures are swiftly opened.
After all, Xiao Chen is sleeping. Although his knife is strong, he can be unmanned and can't really shake the thundercloud.
Thundercloud is too big, if you use all your strength at the beginning, you don't have to lose such a big face.
Under the force of this ice sculpture, it was like a meteor flying out, and then the sound of the slammed fell and fell to the center of the burial dragon.
boom!
There is no limit to the sword, and it is emitted from the ice sculpture throne. It only hears the violent storm, and it contains the sound of a knife and a squeak of dust.
On this chaotic burial dragon, everyone suddenly felt this thick and horrible knife.
Many warriors and demons, even under this undifferentiated knives, the whole person was caught off guard and flew up.
what happened?
For a moment, everyone stopped the battle and was shocked by this shocking knife. Squinting, looking at the center of the rolling dust, wait until the dust is gone, the knife is not there, only to see the clear cut.
"Ice sculpture?"
"Who is this, how is it frozen, and there is such a strong knife."
"I seem to have seen it. I have been carried by Situ Gang, who had been used by Tianzong. It must have been discovered in the wild battlefield."
"It just seems that I have suppressed all the temples of the Demon Hall. It is hard to be a king of the martial arts when the martial arts peak!"
The dusty ice sculptures do not see the master's appearance, and the thick ice sculptures can only faintly see the outline of a throne and human form. There is also the chill of the ages, which makes people feel vicissitudes and long distances.
The real master, even if it is iced in the ice, has its strong temperament. Through the frozen ice, you can still feel the dazzling light. There is no doubt that Xiao Chen is such a person.
From the beginning, it was misunderstood, and now everyone’s conviction is unquestioned. Everyone is attracted by this sudden ice sculpture.
The more you look at it, the more you can feel the extraordinaryness of this ice sculpture. It is not only Shui Lingling and An Junxi. The two have similar feelings.
Even the Eighteen Devils Hall, the original ridicule of Lei Yun was suppressed by this ice sculpture, and there was a little dignified look at the moment.
"White cold, you are the master of the ice path, can you release this ice?"
In a black sedan chair floating in midair, someone suddenly spoke. It was the most mysterious temple of the Eighteen Devils.
The cold eyes of Snow Devil Hall have long been attracted by this ice sculpture. I heard the question from the Temple of Heavenly Demon and shook my head. "No, this is in the field of understanding the ice, at least for hundreds of years of ice." The means of possession."
"That is the ice, I guess the sun can not melt, the guess is correct. It should be the time of the ancient Baizu war, a hand of a former snow magic family."
The cold and honest analysis, the previous guess is quite right, just accept the preconceived notion, and this ice sculpture is really an ancient thing.
He listened to such an analysis, the Highness of the Great Hall of Devils, his eyes suddenly became a little hot.
Originally, I felt that it was extraordinary. The words of Bai Leng proved my guess.
But in fact, it is true, Xiao Chen's current body, as well as the reincarnation of the throne, really got them. The value is not at all comparable to that of the ancient cannon, but it may be higher.
"Well, no matter who you are, this ancient ice sculpture must be taken by my demon, and it is hands-on." In the black sedan chair, the temple of the demon, there is a taste of the king, and some words for this ice sculpture master.
Although a few people are dissatisfied, this is the 18th Hall of the Devil, and it is necessary to launch a leader, or not the Temple of Heaven.
Suddenly, several demons rushed to the ice sculpture.
"This is our predecessor in Kunlun, we can't let the devil humiliate!"
At the crucial moment, Chu Yang stood up again, and Sima Lingxuan, who was already about to break out. Hearing this remark, he couldn't help but swell, and the ancestors of the ancient times died for so many years.
They are not allowed to enter the area for security, but they must be humiliated by the devils. Those who are in the Kunlun world are not convinced.
"Go back and help!"
Sima Lingxuan said coldly, determined, holding a long sword and killing him back.
A few moments later, a few people killed and went back, all of them are the leaders of all parties, the rise of the arrogance in the golden age. Although they did not succumb to the Royal Highness, they could not accept it, and they would not be able to fight for one's own blood.
The 18th Temple of the Eighteen Devils ranks high in the front, with a cold-eyed view and no shots.
Time, in the Kunlun border, and under the scramble of the Royal Highness, mysterious ice sculptures, soaring up and down, chaos around.
No matter the flame, the knife, the sword, the palm of the hand, and the thunder fell on it. The ice seals are not moving, there is no sign of melting, and in the fierce battle, nothing has changed.
Just inadvertently, it will be inspired by some powerful swordsmanship, which makes people even more alarmed by the mystery of this ice sculpture.
"coming!"
In the black sedan chair, the eyes of the Temple of Heavenly Demon suddenly opened and said a word that had no head.
Can be in the scene of the Thunder Hall, Snow Devil Hall, Shadow Devil Hall, Devil Hall, Moon Devil Hall, etc., but it is an instant understanding, who is coming under the Temple of the Devil.
"Do you want this ice sculpture?" Snow Devils said coldly.
The Temple of Heavenly Demon is full of magnetic sounds, and it is heard from the sedan: "Although the magic sword is more precious, you can't grab an ice sculpture, and what qualifications are there to rob the evil sword!"
"Some of our fancy things, if they can't get it, are too small for the Kunlun community."
"Haha, my Highness is full of war, no one is practicing."
"Yes, no matter what, I can't marry the name of my magical hall. The magic sword is to be taken, and the ice sculpture is even more impossible!"
These top ranked Hall of the Magi, each with ambitious generations, is extremely proud, and will not easily give up the fancy baby.
In the dim sky, a ray of light came in, and then, the light was shining, illuminating the entire burial dragon.
"The Son of God has orders, all the demons have been withdrawn from the funeral gangs. If there is any failure, the killings will not be discussed! The Kunluns, who are the same, will receive the sacred orders of the gods, and you will be sheltered by the gods!"
The loud voice rang through the sky, a golden light sprinkled, and the token of the sacred genius, like a raindrop, fell.
Who is coming, the Emperor of God is indispensable with the Shinto League!