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Kuang Biao's words were filled with cold murderous intent, but Shi Feng ignored them.

With another long whistle, Bai Yi personally led a dozen transformed demon cultivators and flew up with wings.

The transformed demon birds were as fast as lightning, and in a moment they had passed the riders and blocked their way.

The crowd was in chaos. They were only a mile away from Shanping Mountain, but with demon birds blocking the road in front and demon beasts chasing behind, they could not rush through this short distance.

Long Er panicked, "Kuang Biao is almost the ancestor of the demons, we can't afford to offend him. Anyway, this old woman is dying soon, so just give it to him."

"I promised to send Madam Xue back to Binglan Valley. Even if she dies, I will send her body back. Since I have made a vow to the inner demon, how can I regret it! As for Kuang Biao," Shi Feng snorted, "I would rather believe that the sun rises from the west than believe his promise!"

Miss Ning Si was furious when she saw that more than a dozen demon birds blocked the road, "Damn it! We are always tolerant, but the demons are getting more rampant. Master, kill them and open a way."

"I obey your command!"

Monk Ruiyuan's sleeves shook, and a palm-sized red bird flew out of it.

The red bird flapped its wings, flew and transformed, and after ten breaths, it had turned into a several-foot-long Vermilion Bird and pounced into the demon birds.

For a moment, flames rushed up!

The Vermilion Bird was still growing larger and larger, and the area of ​​a hundred feet was covered by flames.

The demon birds burned by the fire were immediately turned into ashes before they could even scream.

The demon beasts in the south saw this and were terrified. They could not help but shrink and slowly retreat. No matter how loudly Ren Kuangbiao shouted, they dared not rush over.

The human knights followed Zhuque closely. There was a small river at the foot of the mountain in front of them, and the river surface was covered with thick ice.

Zhuque flew over, and the ice melted into water immediately. Fortunately, the river was not wide, so everyone put away their snow spirit horses, performed levitation, and jumped to the other side.

Baihu breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, after crossing the Deer Horn River, it is the territory of Binglan Valley. The tundra demons dare not come over, and we are safe."

As soon as the voice fell, a long whistle came from Shanping Mountain.

The whistle was long and the mountains echoed. The snow on the trees was shaken and fell.

Amid the whistle, a man flew up from the Shanping Mountain forest, as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the riverside, looking down at everyone from a high place.

This is an old man with an ancient look, dressed in white, with two horns on his head, bulging eyes, and demonic aura.

What's more terrifying is that this demon has a strong aura and is actually a fourth-level demon ancestor.

Long Er laughed so hard that he fell down, "What do you mean you'll be safe after crossing the river? That's pure nonsense, old fox! The monsters dare not rush over, then what the hell is this monster in front of him?"

All the human races were scared to death. Their biggest reliance was that there was Master Ruiyuan, the Yuanying ancestor in the crowd. If there was also an ancestor from the demon race, he would hold Ruiyuan back, and the remaining hundreds of thousands of monsters would be enough to drown the cultivators present.

The white fox was also stunned, "What's going on?"

Monk Ruiyuan stepped forward and put his palms together, "I'm Ruiyuan, a cultivator from Guan Zuo Ning's family. I'm honored to meet you, fellow Taoist."

The old man in white clasped his fists, "I'm Hanhai, I'm polite!"

As the two gestured, the spiritual energy in the air fluctuated and gently collided.

"Boom!" Monk Ruiyuan did not move at all, while the old man in white retreated five feet.

However, Monk Ruiyuan frowned. In terms of strength, he was better than the other party.

However, the other party was a tundra demon tribe, not afraid of the strong wind, and could fly into the air. He could barely break through the strong wind and fly into the air, but in that case, he would have to use his magic power to deal with the strong wind, and the number of wins and losses would probably be reversed.

Monk Ruiyuan took a step forward, and his right thumb pressed out, and a strong wind like an arrow pierced the throat of the old man in white.

The power moved at will, and it came as soon as he raised his hand. It was Monk Ruiyuan's lifelong unique skill "One Finger Zen"!

The old man in white put his palms together, and a white frost condensed in his palms and turned into an ice arrow.

Monk Ruiyuan's finger force collided with the ice arrow, and "snap", the ice arrow broke.

"Good kung fu!"

Monk Ruiyuan spoke, and his hands did not stop, and he pointed out again.

The old man in white thought, I am in the air, I can move freely, you are on the ground, it is inconvenient for me to turn, why should I take your finger force? So he swayed and moved more than ten feet to the left.

However, before he could stand firm, the finger wind was in front of him again.

The old man in white was shocked, this monk's finger force could change direction at will, like a shadow following him!

Fortunately, his ice arrows were also fired at will, and he raised his palm, and another ice arrow blocked the finger Zen.

Monk Ruiyuan made six moves in a row, but they were all resolved by the opponent. He transmitted his voice, "Miss Four, follow me closely for a while, and the others can only leave it to fate."

The old man in white made several moves in a row, and suddenly shouted loudly, "Fellow Daoist, why do you attack me as soon as we meet?"

Monk Ruiyuan found that the opponent had great magical powers and could not fight quickly, so he stopped, "Fellow Daoist, may I ask what your purpose is?"

"I don't know you, and I don't want to fight with you." The old man in white pointed at Qin Bing, "Wow, hand over the person in your hand to me."

Qin Bing didn't say anything, and looked at Shi Feng.

Shi Feng clasped his fists and said, "Senior, this is just an old woman with a broken family and no power to tie a chicken. Why don't you let her go?"

The old man in white said coldly, "I asked you to hand over the person, why are you so long-winded!"

Shi Feng gritted his teeth and continued, "You demons are chasing the Xue family just for treasures. I can hand over Mrs. Xue's storage bag to you. As for her, please show mercy!"

The old man in white was very impatient and shouted, "I want people, not storage bags. Who are you? Why are you so talkative!"

Miss Ning looked at Monk Ruiyuan, who shook his head slightly.

Miss Ning sighed and said, "Brother Shi, you have done your best. There is really no other way..."

At this time, the human cultivators around had already understood that this demon ancestor was coming for Madam Xue, so they all said, "Hey, hey, this gentleman, quickly hand the person over to this senior."

"Yes, this is the grudge between the demon race and the Xue family of Baima City, and it has nothing to do with you and me."

"Hurry up! Don't drag us into the water."

Some people shouted directly to the sky, "Senior, we don't know the Xue family of Baima City, and we are not in the same group with this kid. Can we go first?"

Shi Feng was in a dilemma. At this moment, "Um", it was Madam Xue in Qin Bing's arms who trembled in the throat and slowly opened her eyes.

She said weakly, "Hanhai, you are finally here."

The old man in white was overjoyed, "Sister...sister, you are awake. I received the news and came a step late, so I scared you."

"No...it's okay, thank you for your hard work."

Mrs. Xue was extremely weak and panted repeatedly, "Hundreds of years, hundreds of years, I haven't seen you. You, you have formed a fetus, which is much stronger than me."

The old man in white hurriedly said, "If it weren't for the guidance of senior sister, how could I be where I am today. Your injury has not healed yet, don't talk too much, I will take you back to the city now."

Shi Feng whispered, "Bing'er, give him the person."

"Sister, the strong wind in the air is fierce, I am afraid you can't bear it, please forgive me for being disrespectful, I have to put you in the pagoda."

"Okay."

The old man in white took out a four-inch high small pagoda from his bag, the body of the pagoda was white.

He chanted a spell and waved his hand. Mrs. Xue slowly rose from Qin Bing's arm, her figure gradually became smaller, and finally turned into a bean-like person and sank into the white pagoda.

The old man in white, Hanhai, clasped his fists and said, "Excuse me, everyone!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and then they realized that this demon ancestor was actually a master from Yinghu City, and came to pick up Madam Xue.

Looking back, a group of demon beasts in the frozen tundra gathered on the other side, and they really didn't dare to cross the Lujiao River.