Goujiu's idea is to use his Xuanming field. The biggest advantage of the field is that it can control the world and nature. If he is in Beiming, the cold air of the polar regions is his best support for setting up the Xuanming Xuanming cold domain.
And at this time, the Guanghan goddess' Guanghan mana is being released wantonly. Once he opened the Xuanming Frigid Domain, these cold auras could be directly controlled by his Xuanming Frigid Domain. Not only would it not hurt him, but it would increase the strength of his Xuanming Frigid Domain.
This is because Nan Wan Ci did not repair the field, and she released these chills only to curb Lian Ling's vitality, and he did not use other cold escape techniques to take advantage of this. Once Nan Wanci noticed and fought against each other, his move would be ineffective.
The other party who wanted to hunt down was also eager to hunt him down.
Although his aura is a bit obscure, it is much clearer than that of Xiu Luolan, who has almost spread all over the canyons. Naturally, the Nanwan speech that emerged from the stele will not hesitate, but will follow this breath. But she quickly walked into an environment that made her feel strange.
If it's just a battle between Zhuji and Xudan level cultivators, the staying stele will only mechanically calculate the simplest and fastest way to win. But at the level of the Golden Core, it can no longer be simply calculated based on the power of monks, magic weapons, and supernatural powers.
At this time, Bao Ling will be substituted into the monk who emerges, thinking like a monk. But it still has only one purpose, and that is to win. Because this is a gamble for both it and the owner.
Every time the owner uses the retention monument, he injects a large amount of blood spirit stones. It uses the aura of these blood spirit stones to manifest a world and the monks who practice against the owner. Except for the part consumed in the battle, the aura brought by the remaining large number of blood spirit stones is the bet for this gambling game.
If the owner wins, then all these auras will be owned by the owner, and will be poured into the main body to enhance the realm of the owner. Even if the owner does not need so much aura to improve the realm, the remaining part will be recondensed into a blood spirit stone on the stele and returned to the owner.
On the contrary, if it wins, the owner's realm will not be improved, and the blood spirit stone will not be returned. But they will not disappear out of thin air, these auras will be absorbed by it. This is exactly how the staying monument continuously improves one's own quality.
It has been constantly improving itself for thousands of years, and it has reached a very high level. But what's bad for it is that it has never broken through this jade monument to obtain a free body, nor can it contact the world outside the monument.
So when it is not used by the owner for a long time, its own aura will only slowly flow away, falling to the realm, so that it reaches the current situation.
This time, the breakthrough of the barrier seemed to be near.
So it has only one idea, that is to win! Now it has become Nanwan's speech. The Nanwan speech at this time is not a complete Nanwan speech. Everything about her was deduced from the divine consciousness and mana fluctuations of Nanwanci absorbed by the stele on the continent of Xiyang. She can only use the magic weapons and supernatural powers that Nan Wanci used in that battle.
Following the obscene breath, she suddenly found that she had entered a strange environment. The snow is still flying here and the cold is pressing, but the environment in every inch of space here seems to be a bit out of place with her. Even the snowflakes in the sky are hostile to her.
"This is the field?"
Although she can only use the spells of Nan Wanci to fight, she can still read the knowledge and experience left by countless predecessors who have been absorbed in the monument. She immediately understood the reason for the weirdness.
The cold surroundings was originally caused by her unbridled release of Guanghan mana, she did not use any spells. So these mana powers are no longer controlled after they are released.
But this area is shrouded in a field of cold water. The field is actually a formation formed by monks using themselves as the formation, and all the cold air is controlled by the formation master to some extent.
So as soon as she walked in here, the surroundings became hostile. Numerous cold winds whizzed around her, as if to pierce her body like a needle. But this domain is obviously not the domain of the Golden Core cultivator, the realm is too far away from her, it is impossible to pass through her body protection mana in any case.
The only thing that made her a little confused was that the other person's breath seemed to be there, as if there was nothing in the front, floating like clouds. This should be due to the attributes of Yin Dan.
But in terms of her golden core double flower consciousness, this is nothing. She will never make a mistake in the general direction. As long as she follows the right direction to ensure that the distance gets closer and closer, her grasp of the opponent's position will become clearer and clearer. Within one mile, this person's breath will be completely locked by her, and the other party will have nowhere to escape.
She rose up in the air, shaped like a white snow owl in the heavy snow, flying silently in the air several meters above. After sliding over a distance of hundreds of steps, she lightly touched her feet and landed on the snow. At this time, she had locked in the breath of that thin man repair. But at this moment, the situation suddenly changed!
I don’t know when, the snow flakes in the sky have condensed into bean-sized transparent ice crystals. In the gloomy light reflected by the heavy snow, these ice crystals suddenly seemed to have spiritual knowledge, and they were densely packed in the air like migratory locusts to kill her.
She wanted to avoid instinctively, but she suddenly loosened her heart. Although this round of attacks seemed mighty, but the mighty energy did not even reach the Purple Mansion, it was impossible to break through her body protection mana.
It's just that her broad-cold mana is extremely cold, useful for other things, but for these ice crystals, it just freezes them harder and sharper. These ice crystals could not penetrate her protective circle, so they stayed around her, frozen together, and accumulated to become an ice wall.
This made her feel very annoying. With a smooth wave of her hand, an extremely violent cold wind roared out from between her sleeves, cutting the ice wall in front of her into pieces like a wind knife, and then scattered.
But at the same time that the ice wall, which was only an eye-obtrusive to her, was shattered, a mighty life suddenly broke through. There seemed to be a snow python on the ground that raised its head and shook it like a wave, suddenly curling toward her neck.
This is not the power of the virtual core monk, but the opponent used the golden core body. Its speed and power are completely different from those of ice crystals. This wonderful sneak attack made her panic, and suddenly dodged back.
The snow python raised his head. It turned out to be a Xiuluolan vine that had been ambushing under the snow. As soon as it lifted its head, the sharp blades around its body immediately stood up, and suddenly swirled like a windmill. The sharp blade instantly pierced her cold body protection mana, almost rubbing her neck. Over.
Lian Ling's Shu Luolan was naturally covered with sharp swords, but she didn't care about it. Because under the suppression of her broad-cold mana and severe cold, the plant that relies on vitality has almost completely lost its power. But why could it launch an attack that threatened her life again?
She hadn't thought of the answer yet, countless Shu Luolan lifted up like a group of snakes ambushing under the snow, mixed with the sharp sword aura of Shu Luolan leaves flying wildly, like a dragon and snake dancing wildly, killing her from all directions.
She was also rude, drew out the Yuzhu sword, and instantly cut out countless sword lights around. The sword aura of the two sides interlaced in the air like dancing snowflakes, making a sharp collision sound of the sword bodies colliding. Countless snowflakes were torn apart, the air was torn apart, and every inch of space was filled with sword energy that shattered everything.
"I see, the field is under the control of the other party." During the fierce fight, Nan Wanci figured it out. Because this cold field is under the control of the opponent, he can completely control the distribution of the cold, and build a warm area for Xiu Luolan to grow.
It is not difficult for her to destroy all this, but she has been entangled by the resurrected Shuroland. Before this absolute decision was made, she couldn't control the cold to destroy the field.
But even if the opponent's Shuroland finally got rid of the restraint of the cold and exerted ten percent of its power, it would only be in the realm of the first flower. There is still an insurmountable gulf in the realm of Shuanghua~EbookFREE.me~, especially her Guanghan Jianqi, even among Shuanghua or even higher level Sanhua monks, it is also a top-level existence. What about your recovery? Now that you have come to my front, I will cut you off.
The monks of the Onmyoji Sect are not like the Five Elements Sect. They just hold swords. The sword she holds is not so much a weapon as it is a medium, constantly turning her broad-cold mana into a chilling sword energy.
Like a strong wind, like a rainstorm, like a flower with infinitely complex and infinitely stretched petals, each petal is condensed by countless sword energy and shreds everything in all directions. The fragments of the Xiuluolan vine fell one after another.
But Shuroland's almost unlimited vitality can't be destroyed easily. Although the fragments fell like raindrops, she continued to grow stubbornly. And she also had countless swords to fight against the sword energy of the goddess Guanghan. Although it did not prevail, it was not suppressed either.
"War of attrition?"
It's not that she will lose in the war of attrition. It's that the aura consumed by the war of attrition is far from comparable to that of a few moves in an instant. But the total amount of blood spirit stones invested in her stele is limited, that's two hundred thousand taels. If it takes ten and a half months, even if she wins, it will be difficult to say whether the remaining aura is enough for her to restore a state.
It's best to end this battle as soon as possible. As soon as she thought about it, the opportunity came. Obviously, the other party didn't plan to stay in such a stalemate with her and consume the blood spirit stone in vain.
The core body of Shuroland has appeared. Numerous Shuroland vines are pouring out of the snow like a giant spring swelling. In the middle is a beautiful figure dressed in colorful spirits, like a stamen in a flower, fingers Go a little towards her.
Nan Wanci immediately felt stared by countless eyes and minions, and the time for the decisive battle had arrived!
