Gou Becomes a Boss in the Fairy World

Baimaofeng.

The thick snow turned into frost, covering the steep mountain walls, and the strong wind carried sharp ice blades across the peaks and cliffs, cutting deep marks on the hard rock.

Fifteen hundred feet above the ground, the harsh environment is unimaginable for ordinary people.

Even low-level monks or innate warriors here will never last for a cup of tea!

Against the raging snowstorm, Wang Chen looked forward.

However, the visibility around him was no more than twenty steps, and everything he could see was a vast expanse of whiteness.

The temperature here has dropped to a terrible level, and the ubiquitous frost and cold force will be a huge test for anyone who tries to climb the White Hair Peak.

However, Wang Chen's body is like an oven, endless heat is radiated through his skin, forming an invisible barrier on the body surface, isolating the ice, wind and snow blades.

Pieces of ice blades as thin as cicada's wings hit Wang Chen's body at high speed, instantly turning into powder.

The Heavenly Dragon Vajra Dharma, which he practiced for a long time, was stimulated to a powerful potential in such a special environment.

But Li Qingxi, who was following Wang Chen, did not have such a tyrannical body training power. She propped up the green parasol, and used the power of this top-level magic weapon to block the power of ice cold.

No matter how harsh the environment at the top of Baimao Peak, she felt a sense of security in her heart when she saw Wang Chen who was as immovable as a mountain in front of her.

The two walked forward and one behind, step by step firmly moving towards the ridge.

Baimao Peak is 3,000 feet high, but the ridges on both sides of the main peak are only more than 2,000 feet. It is relatively easy to climb over it.

After climbing hundreds of feet up, the wind and snow suddenly became smaller, and the white mist lingering around the mountain peak dissipated a lot.

Through the gap between the clouds and fog, the blue sky can already be seen.

Things seem to be getting better around here.

At this moment, Wang Chen suddenly found a figure appearing on the right side.

hundreds of steps away.

"Fellow Daoist, help!"

The other party was a middle-aged monk. When Wang Chen saw him, he also found Wang Chen and Li Qingxi, and immediately shouted in surprise: "Help me!"

And it flew towards the position of the two of them!

Wang Chen's eyes suddenly became cold.

Because behind this middle-aged monk, there are more than a dozen long-haired monsters that look like humans but not humans, or monsters but not monsters. They are flying on the snow with their hands and feet, and their scarlet eyes are bloodthirsty. !

White-haired Ice Drill!

Wang Chen remembered what monk surnamed Xu had mentioned, a monster that inhabited the White Hair Peak.

This kind of monster is extremely powerful, good at melee combat, and has thick skin and thick flesh. It is not afraid of ordinary spells, especially for spells that are compatible with ice and water. They are extremely resistant.

The most frightening thing is that the white-haired ice mandrill lives in groups in caves, and if one is provoked, it will run out into a large nest.

This middle-aged cultivator apparently bumped into a white-haired ice drill by bad luck, and was chased and killed by the latter.

Seeing Wang Chen and the other two now, it was as if they had found a life-saving straw, and it was obvious that they wanted to bring disaster to the east.

Thoughts turned, Wang Chen stood still.

When the distance between the middle-aged monk and himself was shortened to less than a hundred steps, he suddenly grasped his claws and grabbed the opponent out of the air.

"Certainly!"

The middle-aged monk flying across the snow was shocked, feeling that his whole body was enveloped by an invisible force, and the movement of mana in his body was seriously disturbed.

He staggered and almost fell on the snow.

"Fix body technique!"

The middle-aged monk showed a look of resentment, and vigorously urged his mana to break free from the shackles.

The body-holding technique at the qi training level is nothing to him, a beginner Zifu, and he was caught off guard just now.

But at the next moment, a bright sword light pierced through the wind and snow, and the speed was so fast that it was unimaginable.

The middle-aged monk suddenly turned pale with shock, and hastily sacrificed a tortoise and shield spiritual weapon in front of him.

Seeing that the flying sword was about to collide head-on with the turtle shield, it suddenly rose upwards and disappeared into the snowstorm.

The sound of rolling thunder reached the ears of the middle-aged monk.

Thunder sound sword energy!

The middle-aged monk couldn't help being heartbroken and realized that he had made a big mistake.

He tried to use Wang Chen and the two to prevent the disaster, but he didn't expect that Wang Chen was a swordsman who had cultivated the thunder sound sword energy, and had insight into his own calculations.

This is great, he has another powerful enemy!

It was too late for the middle-aged monk to regret it, because the two ice drills had already rushed behind him, stretching out their sharp claws and grabbing his back fiercely.

The claws are bent like daggers, flashing like metal light!

The middle-aged monk sensed the danger, and immediately turned around and used the turtle shield to protect himself.

boom! boom!

The spiritual weapon of the middle-aged monk had a very high defensive power, and it forcibly blocked the ferocious attacks of the two icedrills.

Then more white-haired icedrills swarmed in. They jumped up high suddenly, or fell to the ground to speed up the charge.

In the blink of an eye, the middle-aged monks were overwhelmed!

The sounds of collisions, roars, and roars come and go one after another, which makes people feel palpitations!

At this moment, Wang Chen took a step back and grabbed Li Qingxi.

One shrinks the ground into an inch and moves away dozens of steps.

Because there is only one person with him, and because of the special environment on Baimao Peak, even if he has already cultivated to the level of Dzogchen, the moving distance is very short.

And it consumes a lot of mana.

Wang Chen used the Shrink the Ground to Inch five times in a row, and the mana in his dantian was reduced by one-fifth!

Moving for the last time, he took Li Qingxi to hide behind a rock.

Hugging Li Qingxi into his arms, Wang Chen shook his hands and threw out a white blanket to wrap the two of them.

He activated the hidden spirit technique and restrained his aura.

There was no need for Wang Chen to remind him, while Li Qingxi was covered by the blanket, he also blessed himself with the Hidden Spirit Art.

In just a moment, countless fine ice needles appeared on the surface of the blanket.

It blends perfectly with the surrounding environment.

At this time, the group of ice mandrills had already torn the middle-aged monks into pieces. Some ice mandrills greedily ate fresh flesh and blood, while others searched for new targets.

They also noticed the existence of Wang Chen and the others before.

However, after searching around, the ice mandrills found nothing.

The leader of the ice mandrill roared angrily a few times, and led his subordinates away resentfully.

The wind and snow slowly began to grow, and the blood and corpse fragments scattered on the snow were soon covered by frost.

After half a stick of incense, the group of ice drills suddenly reappeared.

They scattered and searched again.

Nothing was found either.

The leader of the ice mandrill was not reconciled to this, but he had no choice but to leave again.

This time they are really gone.

After another incense stick, Wang Chen and Li Qingxi appeared at the place where the middle-aged monk died.

Wang Chen swept his gaze, and his consciousness unfolded.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Chen dug out a storage bag and a small tortoise shell shield from under the ice and snow.

He said to Li Qingxi contentedly: "Let's go."

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