Chapter 782
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Since the mountain had collapsed, all the residences on the mountain peak around the Lu Mansion were frozen. The dozen or so disciples of inheritance who were hiding in the residence fled in a panic while their teeth were chattering!
Core Formation, Nascent Soul …
They couldn't resist the invasion of the ice power!
They didn't even have the strength to curse. The men and women with purple lips quickly fell to the ground and sat down cross-legged to meditate. They kept using spiritual essence to force out the frozen blood in their bodies.
When the raging ice dust in the Lu Mansion dissipated, everyone's eyes were wide open as they saw the frozen fishes and fruits in the pond, the jade tables and stone beds that were riddled with arrows … They also saw Lu Yunshan, Eldest Senior Brother Lu, standing behind the layers of ice, fusing with his war lion and grabbing the last arrow with his spiritual energy!
F * ck!
Who was this man who stood up for Zhen Xiaoxiao?
The Lionheart Peak disciples dug out their eyeballs from their faces and squeezed them until they exploded.
"Zhen Xiaoxiao! Alliance! Alliance! "Yang Yan's nostrils flared like a bull, his body trembling with excitement.
"He is …"
Shen Tu Weiran frowned. Only the cultivators who had participated in the last Elixir Beast Competition had a deep impression of Small Gruel's handsome face!
The last time he appeared, he seemed to have a breakthrough with Supreme Mei because of a woman's sleeve.
"Senior Brother! I'm Qian Xia! The word 'clear' means' shallow ', and the word' summer 'means' summer '! Qian Xia bit her handkerchief and ignored Kimberley. She screamed out of awe of Small Gruel's strength.
"Senior Brother! I'm Liu Suisui! I'm Liu Suisui! I'm Liu Suisui! "Liu Suisui waved the cauldron and decided that she would never lose to any woman except Zhen Xiaoxiao.
"You frivolous women!" The third brother, who was behind Tan Feng, looked at the women who were screaming beside him with disgust. Then, he shouted with a loud voice that covered their voices!
"Big brother, big brother, I'm the third brother! Little Brother, I'm most optimistic about your age, the three of three!!! "
The echoes of the word "three" spread throughout the mountain, shattering the skin on the faces of countless people.
"You! Are! He! People? "
If it wasn't for his tacit understanding with Yan Hong, Lu Yunshan would have been heavily injured by the Ice Arrow Rain.
He raised his head and saw a green-robed man standing on a hexagonal frost flower. His facial features were inhumanly handsome, and his eyes were like frozen ice. His black hair that danced in the wind suddenly had a wisp of silver!
He held a bow in his hand, but the bow and arrow exuded the aura of a battle beast. It was completely out of the realm of ordinary magic treasures.
Lu Yunshan met his gaze and immediately felt his soul being heavily injured. His consciousness was almost torn apart!
"She …"
Small Gruel lowered his head and looked at Zhen Xiaoxiao in the crowd.
Although there were countless tiny figures gathered in the middle of the mountain, he could still clearly see Zhen Xiaoxiao's figure.
"You don't like me killing people." The cruelest words were uttered by Small Gruel at this moment, but the corners of his lips could not help but hang a gentle smile.
"But …" Small Gruel raised his head and looked at Lu Yunshan again. The disdain in his eyes was not concealed at all.
"Anyone who touched her hair will pay the price!"
F * ck, who are you?
Lu Yunshan's blood rushed to the top of his head.
He thought that by forcing Zhen Xiaoxiao, he could finally provoke Dongling Ten Blades or even the War God Temple to come forward and completely fulfill his long-cherished wish of many years.
Who would have thought that before this, he would attract such a great god!
There were only a few Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivators in Dongling, especially the younger generation. He could not be more familiar with them!
This man who claimed to be Zhen Xiaoxiao's protector, why was he so unfamiliar, and why he could not sense his cultivation at all …
He could only feel the truth of his coercion from his cold eyes! If he wanted to talk about "Ten Thousand Beasts Pay Homage to the Phoenix" with more like-minded people, follow "Youread Literature" on WeChat.
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