Xianhong Road

Chapter 500
sizzle sizzle~~
The natal ice flame of the glazed cold crystal snake, with the terrifying power of extreme cold that can freeze the soul, freezes the black silkworm ghost silk in an instant.

The dark purple thread that was originally a mixture of rigidity and softness stood frozen in mid-air like slender ice bars.

"This...how is this possible!!"

The smile on Yuan Youqing's face seemed to be frozen as well, he stared at the glazed cold crystal snake on Shi Qianhan's shoulder, his face full of horror.

Just based on his experience, he can only guess part of the snake's origin.

One must know that the raw material of this black silkworm ghost silk is the silk spit out by the ten thousand-year black ice silkworm, which is as hard as a top-level magic weapon, and it is invulnerable to water and fire.

Coupled with its own flexibility, even a high-level Nascent Soul would be hard to harm.

It's fine if it's just raw materials, but he has tempered it with "ghost fire" for hundreds of years, and it almost turns into a void spirit state, and its resistance to spells has reached an extreme.

The black silkworm ghost silk is the magic weapon he is most proud of after he was promoted to Yuanying, and it can completely compete with the old Yuanying.

However, the extremely cold air in front of him not only froze the black silkworm ghost silk that is impenetrable by water and fire, but what was even more frightening was... there was also a strange cold that directly invaded his soul.

It can freeze the power of extreme cold that has eroded to the soul level. In the world of cultivating immortals, only a few legendary magical powers and ice flames can do it.

Boom! !
The Glazed Cold Crystal Snake shot out quickly, and opened its mouth to spit out a white mist of ice mist at him, making everything within a radius of twenty feet appear to be slow.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Shi Qianhan suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the "black silkworm ghost silk" that was almost in the shape of a nihilistic spirit.

"stop!!!"

Yuan Youqing was frightened and angry, and tried to call back the black silkworm ghost silk.

However, the dark purple thread at this moment, after being frozen, has completely transformed into a solid body, and even the induction between the spiritual consciousness has weakened a bit.

From Shi Qianhan's hands, a gloomy demonic flame spread out, penetrated through the ice layer, and penetrated into the black silkworm's ghost silk.

Yuan Youqing immediately felt the icy cold and burning pain in his soul.

Puff--

The glazed cold crystal snake spit out puffs of freezing air again and again, deepening the freezing degree of the black silkworm ghost silk.

The power of the magic flame and the power of the natal ice flame can both pass through the black silkworm ghost silk and hurt Yuan Youqing, who is the master.

What Yuan Youqing practiced was ghost corpse way kung fu, although it is not a pure ghost cultivation, it is mainly based on soul cultivation.

But at this moment, in terms of magical powers, he was firmly suppressed by Shi Qianhan.

If this trend continues, it won't be long before he will be completely defeated, and even lose one of the most important talisman.

He will never tolerate such a thing happening! !
Swish Swish Swish! ! !
With one hand he quickly made a tactic, and in the palm of the other hand, a dark will-o'-the-wisp burst out, with a dark purple light in the center and a raging green fire burning on the surface.

puff! !

Yuan Youqing's ghost fire fell on the ice-shaped black silkworm ghost silk, trying to melt the ice and drive away Shi Qianhan's magic flame.

Shi Qianhan showed a sarcasm, the magic flame in his hand "bang", spread several feet thick, like a substance, along the black silkworm ghost thread, collided with Yuan Youqing's dark will-o'-the-wisp.

Yuan Youqing couldn't help but snorted, his face was a little ugly.

Although the ghost and illusion gate has been passed down for thousands of years, the ghost and ghost fire is the top real fire and magic flame in Yuyang country.

But there is still a big gap to compete with the "Nine Nether Demon Flame" that has shocked the ages.

As soon as they confronted each other, the dark will-o'-the-wisps retreated steadily, Yuan Youqing gritted his teeth, with anger and unwillingness in his eyes, both startled and anxious.

Shi Qianhan pursed his lips slightly, and said with a faint smile, "It seems that this black silkworm ghost silk is destined to belong to Shi."

"Don't even think about it!!" A palpitating cold light flashed in Yuan Youqing's eyes, and he suddenly stopped the hand drawing the Fa Jue, and a crimson bead appeared in his hand.

There is a terrifying power faintly on this bead, and there is a deep green fire inside.

After Yuan Youqing sacrificed this object, he poured mana suddenly and threw it at Shi Qianhan viciously.

Shi Qianhan's pupils contracted, suddenly feeling an inexplicable crisis.

The next moment, a force that might be suppressed was released from the strange crimson bead, which instantly flooded a radius of several tens of feet.

Swipe——

The moment Yuan Youqing threw the scarlet ghost bead, he retreated with lightning, with a sinister look on his face.

"not good--"

Shi Qianhan exclaimed, but his voice was drowned out.

boom -

The taboo-like fiery red flame and green light burst like a torrent.

The flames exploded violently like the sun, and the hot and fiery breath filled every corner of the surrounding area in an instant, tearing everything apart.

The green light was even more strange and inexplicable. It spread silently, forming a poignant and magnificent green petal on the spot.

The frightening power oscillated for dozens of miles, and the entire ghost castle trembled.

The moment the object exploded, the souls of countless nearby beings froze and trembled.

Even though Yuan Youqing had retreated ten or twenty feet with lightning, he still couldn't escape the aftermath of the explosion, and the powerful purple light wave bombarded his defensive shield.

puff~~
His complexion turned pale, he spit out a mouthful of blood, and the defensive shields were broken layer by layer.

Yuan Youqing's eyes turned to the position where Shi Qianhan was originally, which was shrouded in the power formed by the breath of red flames and green petals.

That area was the core area of ​​the explosion, and all existence was wiped out, without any breath of life.

"Hmph, my 'Ghost Illusion Gate' has been established in the world of cultivating immortals for thousands of years, how can I not have one or two trump cards." Yuan Youqing showed a sinister face, and then said to himself: "It's a pity that this 'Ghost Explosive Flame Orb' is extremely refined. No, for thousands of years, only these last two are left."

Ghost Explosive Flame Orb is the secret treasure at the bottom of the ghost box. It needs to use the "ghost fire" of the sect to refine the Yin fire of the world for hundreds of years, and it needs extremely rare fire treasures such as flame spar to refine it. one.

After the bead explodes, it not only produces a terrifying and irresistible explosion of extreme flames, but also contains ghostly Yin fire that can instantly annihilate the soul.

If you are in the core area of ​​the explosion of this bead, even the Nascent Soul cultivator will not escape death.

Thousands of years ago, the founder of the Ghost Gate even used this bead to instantly kill a Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Great Elder Shenwei, unexpectedly killed that Shi Qianhan in one fell swoop."

"The Phantom Explosive Flame Bead is indeed the treasure of the 'Ghost and Illusion Gate'. This monster in the Nascent Soul stage doesn't even have the slightest resistance."

"The Great Elder's supernatural powers are unrivaled in the world, and my ghost and illusion sect can become famous in Beiqin!!"

Soon, the monks of the ghost and illusion sect who had been hiding around rushed over to congratulate them one after another, flattering them one after another.

"Tsk tsk, that devil exploded to the brim..."

A Jindan elder walked towards the core of the explosion.

In that area, the scorching heat and the green petals have not completely dissipated.

"It's a pity that the devil was killed, and even the few treasures on his body no longer exist."

Yuan Youqing said with a smile on his face, a little regretful.

"what--"

Suddenly, a scream came from the core area of ​​the explosion.

The Jindan elder who was trying to get close screamed miserably, his body was thrown into the air like a kite with a broken string, and fell down.

A big blood hole was pierced through his chest, and a blood flow four or five feet long was shot out, which was horrible.

"court death--"

A cold and indifferent voice spread throughout the audience.

Immediately, the faces of all the monks of the Ghost Sect present became stiff.

The voices came to an abrupt end, like a chilling cicada.All the smiles suddenly froze, and they were shocked.

Silent silence...

The sound of the heartbeat was clearly visible, not even daring to let out a breath.

All eyes were fixed on an indifferent man whose arm was stained with bright red blood.

tick tock...

With warm blood, it flowed down from between his fingers.

Shi Qianhan's eyes were gloomy, his face was cold and ferocious, and he swept across the crowd with a ruthless attitude.

"You...you are not dead?!"

Yuan Youqing's body retreated involuntarily, with horror on his face.

Under such a powerful aftermath of the explosion, how could he survive?
It wasn't spared, it wasn't hurt at all.

In that situation, it was as if Shi Qianhan hadn't been at the scene of the explosion at all.

However, the half-scorched "black silkworm ghost silk" with ice shavings in Shi Qianhan's hand witnessed the explosion again.

"How is this possible... how did you do it?" Yuan Youqing questioned, staring at Shi Qianhan with sinister and terrified eyes.

Shi Qianhan put away half of the "Black Silkworm Ghost Silk", and coldly glanced at all the monks on the field, including the ghost castle behind him.

"Today, all of you must die. Ghost Castle will be removed today."

His voice was extremely cold and domineering, and it was impossible to know whether it was true or not, like a sentence of fate from above.

"Hahaha... Ridiculous, arrogant, arrogant." Yuan Youqing smiled instead of anger: "I have thousands of years of experience in the ghost and illusion sect, how can you challenge it alone?"

"Shi Qianhan, just like the rumors, you are very arrogant. But if you think that you want to destroy the entire Ghost Gate by yourself, then you are very wrong!!"

Another old man with a fat face said.

This is a great Jindan cultivator, who glanced at Shi Qianhan coldly, and said coldly: "Ghost Huanmen, all monks above the foundation stage, all come out. Today is the day when my sect will rise and fall, and the whole sect will work together. Let's fight this monster together."

"The whole sect is working together to resist the devil!!" Several high-ranking Golden Cores immediately led the monks.

"All sects work together to resist the devil!!"

In an instant, the entire Ghost Castle was filled with fighting spirit.

At this moment of crisis, the top and bottom are united and give up all internal struggles, just to fight against this invincible demon.

shhhhh--

Hundreds of sword lights gathered in front of Ghost Spirit Castle.

There are eight or nine Golden Core powerhouses, and there are nearly a hundred monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

This is the solid background and strength of the first-class big faction.

A big faction that has survived for thousands of years! !
Shi Qian coldly glanced at the crowd on the field, with a hint of sarcasm on the corner of his mouth: "If that's the case, don't blame me, Shi Mou, for being ruthless... bloodbath the Ghost Gate!!!"

After all, the demonic flames on his body exploded, and the billowing demonic energy turned into majestic black clouds, suppressing the entire Ghost Castle and countless monks.

Whoosh——

He turned into a depressing black phantom, and with a "swish", a simple black fan appeared in his hand.

Yuan Youqing stared at the ancient fan, his heart skipped a beat, and the horror on his face instantly expanded: "The Nether Magic Fan—"

clap~~
The black fan was already waving.

A pale black wind that shocked the soul level, presenting a translucent fan, like a tentacle of death, swept towards the many strong monks assembled below.

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