This Body is Cheap

boom--

Another flare went off.

Biyun looked at the old man with black scales, and shouted, "Why don't you set off a few more flares."

The old man with black scales looked at Biyun in surprise.

Ling Yuntian's expression was extremely panicked.

"Biyun, there are a lot of people here."

"a lot of?"

"A lot! A lot!"

"That's just right, you can have fun." Biyun said happily, "You guys, kill faster."

The old man Hei Lin looked at Bi Yun and took two steps back, then said something in a low voice to the two Hei Lin grand masters beside him, and they both nodded at the same time.

I saw the crutches of the old man with black scales pointing behind the two of them.

Immediately afterwards, two black shadows entered the bodies of the two black-scaled masters from behind.

The two black-scale grandmasters let out painful low growls.

The person's skin began to show black meridians.

The eyes also became as black as ink.

While the aura on his body became stronger, his eyes lost their color.

"Go, kill them!" The black-scaled old man ordered.

"You guys go too and kill them both." Bi Yun gave orders to his corpse puppet unconvinced.

The two sides fought each other with one punch and one kick.

Originally, when the two black scale masters fought, they were still very organized.

But after being cast by the old man with black scales, he became a reckless man.

He actually fought hand-to-hand with the corpse puppet.

And standing still, you punch, I kick.

The hit was called a pounding sound.

His body, hands and feet were smashed, and there was no fear or flinch on his face.

Le Yu's face was full of shock, who are these six people?

In this kind of fist-to-body fight, he was unscathed.

Ling Yuntian looked at Biyun with an even more unnatural expression.

"Biyun...they aren't alive, are they?"

"Did you see it?" Bi Yun looked at Ling Yuntian with a smile.

"Not alive? What do you mean?" Le Yu looked at Biyun, "Aren't they alive?"

Based on her cognition, she obviously couldn't understand Ling Yuntian's words.

Ling Yuntian also couldn't understand.

But he can feel it.

The six-person group of men, women, old and young in front of them had no vitality of a living person, no emotional expression on their faces, and even less brilliance in their eyes.

"Great witch wishes!"

At this time, the black scale reinforcements also arrived.

This time more than 300 people came.

Dawu Zhu was overjoyed when he saw the reinforcements coming.

"Quick... kill them quickly!" The big witch Zhu pointed to Biyun.

Ling Yuntian and Le Yu's expressions were already very panicked.

At this moment, the nine layers of neon clothes draped over Biyun's shoulders suddenly got away.

Escape into the air and become one with the clouds in the sky.

Everyone was a little puzzled as they watched the nine-fold neon dress disappear before their eyes.

Is this also a means of attack?

But waited and waited, but there was no movement.

The big witch Zhu's face was full of vigilance.

He felt a very bad feeling.

The nine layers of neon clothes made him feel dangerous.

It felt like some kind of dangerous occult technique.

Just when everyone was puzzled, a gust of cold wind blew past.

The cold wind came too abruptly.

Everyone shuddered.

Generally speaking, masters like them can almost do stellar energy to protect the body.

A mere cold snap doesn't make them feel cold.

But the cold wind seemed to have pierced through their protective energy.

penetrated into their bodies.

At the same time, a silver-white airflow attacked from one end of the forest towards their location.

Under the influence of air currents, the periphery of the mountain forest has been frozen into ice sculptures.

The black-scaled man standing on the treetop has already seen the silver-white airflow.

The black-scaled man's face turned pale with shock: "Great Wuzhu! It's not good..."

It was too late to give any warning.

The airflow has spread over.

In an instant, the surroundings turned into a world of ice and snow.

All the surrounding plants were frozen into ice sculptures.

Everyone felt an unprecedented chill.

Everyone hugged their shoulders and trembled uncontrollably.

Biyun exhaled and rubbed his hands: "It's really cold, are you cold?"

"Quick...quickly evacuate..." Dawu Zhu shouted in horror.

This ability is simply incredible.

Change the temperature and climate of the entire region.

It was completely beyond his cognition.

Le Yu and Ling Yuntian couldn't believe it.

This is definitely not something martial arts can do.

What kind of power is this?

Nine layers of neon clothes are left over from Shu Xiaobai's giant snake form after shedding its skin.

It already contains a huge amount of ice power.

Under the urging of Biyun's spiritual power, he naturally displayed an astonishing chill.

And this is not the full power of Jiuzhong Nishang.

The current Biyun can only do this at best.

To carry this kind of chill, one can only resist it with spiritual power or magic weapon.

And even with the spiritual power of a Foundation Establishment cultivator of the same level, it is difficult to resist this chill.

And the internal force is not completely irresistible.

It's just that the speed of consumption is equivalent to amplifying moves anytime and anywhere.

The grand master level is okay, so it's no problem to carry it for a quarter of an hour.

But under the great master, it is hard.

Dozens of breaths will consume all the internal energy.

The first black-scaled man couldn't resist the cold.

The moment he lost consciousness, he fell directly from the treetops.

And when he fell, his body had already turned into an ice sculpture.

The moment it hit the ground, it turned into slag.

Everyone looked at this scene in horror.

But they were unable to reverse the situation.

Even Biyun herself couldn't believe that the power of Jiuzhong Nishang could be so amazing.

The eighth level of Qi training is the beginning of the gap between immortals and mortals.

Establishing the foundation is beginning to show the horror of cultivating immortals.

At this time, the advantage of mortal numbers has begun to lose its meaning.

Not to mention that the nine layers of neon clothes contain power beyond foundation establishment.

Bi Yun looked back at Ling Yuntian and Le Yu whose eyes were frozen.

Casually, a wave of spiritual power hit the two of them, helping them barely resist the cold.

As for the Blackscale side, let alone an attack at this time.

Self-defense is a problem.

It begins when the first Blackscale is frozen into an ice sculpture.

Their numbers began to decline exponentially.

One, two, four, eight... more and more black scales were frozen into ice sculptures.

There is no possibility of any resistance.

A green glow flashed from Bi Yun's hand, and the Jasper Sword shot out.

Started to frantically harvest the heads of the surrounding black scales.

In this icy and snowy environment, those black-scaled people have tried their best to fight against the cold.

This is destined to be an unfair confrontation.

Both Ling Yuntian and Le Yu looked at Biyun with shocked and numb eyes.

Watching her crazily harvesting the lives of the black scales.

Dawu Zhu looked at this scene in despair.

He made a judgment on Bi Yun, the other party was probably Bai Yu's mystic.

But he is a mystic who is stronger than himself.

It's like martial arts are passed from the white domain to the black domain.

The secret technique was also passed down from Baiyu.

So the secret technique level of the white domain is higher than that of the black domain, that's for sure.

It's just that he didn't expect that Bai Yu's secret technique would be so superior to Hei Yu's.