It was the Ice Blade Wings again. The snow wolf was cut into two halves.
Now, Yang Wu's innate ability could be used continuously. The energy of his kidney and Dantian could be connected at any time through the Heaven and Earth Profound Bridge. As long as his Dantian didn't dry up, it could provide an endless supply of energy to his kidney.
After killing the snow wolf, Yang Wu kept its corpse. It was the corpse of a peak Minor Saint. Its flesh and blood contained extremely powerful energy. Eating it often could strengthen one's body. Even if he didn't eat it, it could be sold for a lot of money in an auction.
Yang Wu didn't waste any time. He continued to run at full speed.
This place was still the world of the Ice Race. An ice man rushed out from the snowy peaks.
The ice man was holding an ice trident. His face was cold. His amber eyes stared coldly at Yang Wu and said, "Put down your innate treasure and I will spare your life."
Yang Wu didn't even want to say anything. He continued to run.
He wasn't afraid of the ice man. He was only afraid that more creatures would come after him if he was delayed.
"Stubborn!" The ice man shouted angrily. He waved his ice trident and attacked Yang Wu.
The ice trident was like a blade. Ice and snow gathered, forming an ice dragon that was thousands of feet long. It bombarded Yang Wu.
Although the ice man was only a peak Minor Saint, his strength wasn't that simple. He was comparable to a half-step Saint.
Yang Wu had no choice but to use his Ice Blade Wings to speed up. He avoided the ice man's attack and sped up to escape.
Unexpectedly, a few Ice Winged Beings flew over. Before they arrived, their attacks had already enveloped him.
Yang Wu heaved a long sigh. "It seems like I can only kill my way out."
Yang Wu flashed his Ice Blade Wings and shuttled through the gaps between the attacks. The Ice Blade Wings slashed at two Ice Winged Beings.
One of the Ice Winged Beings sneered, "Comparing wings with us humans? What a joke!"
The Ice Winged Beings weren't afraid of Yang Wu's Ice Blade Wings. Instead, they spread their wings and collided with Yang Wu's Ice Blade Wings.
In the next moment, it was too late for regrets.
Yang Wu's Ice Blade Wings were extremely sharp, comparable to a Half-Saint weapon. They cut off the opponent's wings on the spot, causing him to scream in pain.
"Dark Ice Incantation!" One of the Ice Winged Ones screamed. An inexplicable incantation flew out of his mouth and attacked Yang Wu's soul.
This Ice Nether Curse could freeze the soul and cause living beings to rapidly lose their mental strength.
Before the Dark Ice Curse could get close, Yang Wu's Fighting Soul sensed the threat in advance. He waved his Fighting Soul Fist and smashed the Dark Ice Curse.
Yang Wu punched out continuously, his tyrannical fist force smashing into the opponent's attacks, completely tearing them apart. Before he could forcefully pass through, a large amount of ice energy sealed him up once again. The numerous sharp attacks caused him to be overwhelmed.
Yang Wu used the Martial God's Fist and Zhenwu Boxing. His domineering power caused the ice wall to burst and snow to roll. An Ice Winged Being took a punch from him. His chest burst open and blood oozed out.
An Ice Winged Being slashed at Yang Wu's back with a pair of ice blades. When he thought he had succeeded, he realized that Yang Wu's defensive power was very strong. The power of his two blades couldn't cut through the Eight Trigrams Defensive Armor.
Yang Wu spun around and kicked the Ice Winged Man with a powerful whip kick, which sent him crashing into the snow, sending a cloud of snow into the air.
Yang Wu fought and broke out of the encirclement. He didn't dare to fight with these guys because he was afraid of hurting the little Nannan.
Yang Wu didn't escape far before he sensed a faint fluctuation of Saint Power. This scared him.
"Could it be that there are Saints secretly attacking me?" Yang Wu's mood became very bad.
Just now, he had a restriction on the mountain, so the Saint Decree couldn't exert its power. But if he went out of the mountain range, the restriction would gradually disappear. It was not impossible for a Saint to attack him.
After all, the temptation of the Connate Gourd was too great.
Thinking of this, Yang Wu turned around and rushed back. The Ice Blade Wings fell off from his body and turned into an invisible form to kill the Ice Winged Being chasing after him.
"How dare you turn around? You're courting death," an Ice Winged Being exclaimed.
Just as his voice fell, an ice blade slashed across his mouth and cut off his head like a watermelon.
"Everyone, be careful of his invisible attack," Iceman reminded.
"If you want to take the gourd, you'd better be prepared to die." Yang Wu's eyes turned cold. A death scythe appeared in his hand. He released the Path of Death in all directions. He was ready to kill.
This world was very wide. Before the Saints knew that they had the Connate Gourd, they must find a place to stay.
The Qi of Death deprived living creatures of their vitality. Even the creatures of the Ice Clan couldn't avoid it. They felt their vitality fading, their souls weakening, and a sense of fear before death appeared.
Once again, the Ice Blade Wings took advantage of the situation and cut off a few heads.
In addition, Yang Wu waved his death scythe and began to harvest lives.
Demon Slayer!
The blade light contained the Path of Death shrouded the world. Wherever the terrible blade passed, the creatures of the Ice Clan fell.
Several powerful creatures were frightened and quickly retreated. They felt as if they had just walked through the gates of hell.
Iceman, who had just intercepted Yang Wu, was very determined. He jumped up in the air with his ice fork and stabbed it vertically toward Yang Wu. He shouted, "Spirit Awl Ice Strike!"
This attack, he pushed his spiritual Qi to the peak. It was like a huge ice mountain falling down, piercing any creature.
Before the attack arrived, the cold air had already formed.
This cold air was by no means ordinary cold air. Even a Minor Saint would be frozen.
However, this cold air was completely ineffective against Yang Wu. He had the Frost Spring Mystic Qi, which was a kind of extreme cold air. It had already made him unafraid of the cold.
The only thing that pressured Yang Wu was the opponent's full strength attack. It belonged to the combat strength of a half-step Saint. The threat was still very strong.
Yang Wu's empty hand condensed fist energy and punched out with Zhenwu Boxing. It was like a Black Tortoise riding the wind and breaking the waves. It collided heavily with the opponent's ice spear.
Boom!
A shocking explosion sounded. Ice crystals splashed everywhere, Xuan Qi rolled, and snowflakes flew.
Yang Wu was knocked back. The ground he stepped on cracked instantly. The opponent's attack was also dissolved by him.
The ice man did not give Yang Wu a chance to breathe. The ice spear fell down again.
Yang Wu knew that he had met a strong opponent. He swung the Death Scythe. The blade that contained the Dao of Death collided with the opponent's attack again and again. Neither side could do anything to the other.
Yang Wu used the Ice Blade Wings to attack again. He forced the opponent to retreat and defend himself. Only then could he escape again.
Yang Wu's Ice Blade Wings returned to his body and grew out. His body flashed forward quickly like a swallow, escaping the pursuit at the fastest speed.
It was impossible to fly high above the mountain range. However, it was still possible to fly within three thousand feet.
While Yang Wu was on his way back, a large number of people from the Ice Race swarmed towards him from all directions. There were also some human sky-prides riding on their mounts. Yang Wu had no way to escape from the dense crowd of creatures and their overwhelming power.
He swung the Death Scythe wildly. Waves of blade light flashed past, reaping many lives.
At the same time, the attacks launched against him continued to fall on his body. Some of them were from the power of a Half-Saint. In order to protect little Nannan, Yang Wu was inevitably injured. His defensive power of the Eight Trigrams could not block all these attacks. His body was wounded, and blood splashed on little Nannan's face.
Little Nannan could not help crying and cursing, "You bad guys, stop hitting my brother."
She was just a child. No matter how much she cried, it would not help.
Yang Wu was hit by the attacks of the two half-step Saint Realm ice men. He hugged little Nannan and kept rolling, protecting little Nannan. He was afraid that she would be hurt at all.
Yang Wu's body was strong enough. He was not afraid of the cold. He quickly bounced up and continued to flee along a ravine.
He did not distinguish the direction. He only knew that he had to get out of here first.
Many creatures chased after him. The Ice Race chased him the most. After all, this was their territory. If they let Yang Wu escape, they would lose face.
The two Half-Saints were called Catley and Kai Binghe. They were important warriors of the Ice Race.
They shuttled through the snowy mountains at the fastest speed. Wave after wave of attacks from the weapons in their hands landed on Yang Wu.
"You can't escape." Catley roared. He made a seal with both hands. Thousands of miles of ice and snow were formed, blocking Yang Wu's way.
Kai Binghe also attacked. He stabbed the ice spear in his hand. It was like an upside-down ice river. His target was Yang Wu.
Another Snow Leopard rushed over. He spat out a snowstorm, which wreaked havoc in front of him. Once he was hit, his body would be torn apart.
Yang Wu was blocked from the front and back. He could only turn back and fight. The Double Blade Triple Dragon Spear appeared in his other hand. He stabbed wildly with the Rebel Dragon Spear. His other hand slashed with the deadly blade light. The chaotic power collided like a storm. The surrounding ice and snow exploded and the trees were shaken into powder.
Yang Wu was shaken back. Deep marks were left on the ground.
"I'll take your dog life!" Catley felt that Yang Wu had run out of tricks. He attacked with both hands. He wanted to kill Yang Wu as soon as possible and take the gourd.
"My realm is still too weak!" Yang Wu sighed in his heart. He opened his soul eye and a beam of soul light rushed toward Catley's forehead.
Yang Wu thought this attack would be effective. Unexpectedly, the soul of the Iceman Race was different from that of the human race. The Iceman Race's Ice Soul could innately defend against soul power attacks. His attack was ineffective.
"So this is your trump card. Then you're finished!" Catley shouted proudly.
Kai Binghe, the Snow Leopard, and another group of powerful creatures surrounded Yang Wu in this valley. They didn't give Yang Wu any chance to escape.
Yang Wu felt despair. He was holding Little Nannan in his arms. The restriction was too great. He couldn't use his limbs to fight these guys.
When he blocked Catley's attack, the other creatures attacked one after another. The terrifying power of their attacks could even obliterate a Half-Saint.
"There's no retreat!" Yang Wu clenched his teeth and entered his strongest defense. He was ready to fight with his life on the line.
Little Nannan screamed again, "Don't hurt Big Brother anymore!"
All of a sudden, a strange power was emitted from this place.
Swoosh swoosh!
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