Jiang Wenming looked back.

Damn it!

Can Zhong Wudao actually use the freezing ability of Bai Xiang?

Thinking of this, it seemed that he had made up Bai Xiang's last sword and got Bai Xiang's substitute, which seemed to be used on himself.

But ice is also an object, why hasn't it been turned into a monster?

However, without thinking too much, Zhong Wudao had already condensed a pair of ice armor, and even his left hand that was directly cut off was condensed.

Fan Yan's subsequent salt cone spraying hit him, and he could only produce a little ice residue, which could not hurt his body at all.

"abnormal!"

Jiang Wenming cursed secretly, suddenly felt the ring finger of his left hand heat up, and immediately looked down.

The word "defeat" on the ring suddenly flashed twice. Then, within twenty meters around him, the stone demons, armor demons and sword demons who were originally guarding the corpse suddenly turned around and looked at him.

"I'll pass by, you guys continue..."

Jiang Wenming cushioned his feet, smiled awkwardly, then pulled his legs and turned around and ran away.

Sure enough, the monsters had red eyes, as if Jiang Wenming had killed their parents, and they rushed to chase after them.

"Cao! Monster! You don't care about your little monster! Why are you chasing me alone?"

Jiang Wenming was a little in tears.

However, it is good for Wuliang and Xunleil to survive against Mengzhen, so there is no mind to control Wuliang demons. Therefore, these Wuliang demons followed their instincts and attacked things they felt dangerous.

Just at this moment, Zhong Wudao was struggling to block the salt flowers sprayed by Fan Yan with an icicle, but suddenly a gust of wind blew by, and a white body suddenly flashed by next to him.

Take a look at it with a fixed eye:

"Jiang Wenming? What's this guy doing when hell is gone? But you're in a position to break through, I'll deal with it now..."

With a bang, Zhong Wudao hadn't reacted yet, his body suddenly staggered. His hand tilted, Fan Yan's salt shavings could not be blocked, and he sprayed him all over.

In just a moment, under the high-intensity of the salts to absorb water and reduce the ice clots, the thickness of the ice armor on his body melted halfway.

What's worse is that Fan Yan, who was only half a piece of his body, immediately took the opportunity to approach, brushed the ground with two salt swords, and cut off one of his arms!

"Grass!"

He rolled and crawled and removed the broken limbs that had quickly lost water, and Zhong Wudao, who condensed an ice arm, then saw clearly what he had just hit him.

Hundreds of monsters rumbled to chase Jiang Wenming, ignoring him.

"Jiang! Wen! Ming!"

Zhong Wudao, who had lost both arms, looked dark and watched Fan Yan continue to attack him, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of black blood.

"Bastard, this is what you forced me!"

"Sacrifice the main stand-in and discard twenty deck cards, and use your true strength! White World!"

A gust of wind suddenly flew out from Zhong Wudao, and then a gust of ice suddenly spread around.

Wherever he passed, whether it was the monster demon or the corpses of other people who had not yet resurrected on the ground, he was frozen into hard ice cubes, and even the ground was covered with a thick ice cover!

Fan Yan, who was closest to him, was the first to be hit and instantly condensed into a statue and could no longer move.

“Huhhhh…”

Zhong Wudao, who was breathing rapidly, watched the ice gas spreading in all directions and gradually rushed into the brat Jiang Wenming, and couldn't help but snorted.

"Once this move is used, I can't stop even if I ask about your cause of death later, I won't blame me!"

After thinking about this, Zhong Wudao used his remaining physical strength and condensed a pair of ice skates under his feet, and chased Jiang Wenming directly.

If you want to seize the Taoist fruit, you must succeed when the other party is about to die.

"Brother Xiao Jiang, don't panic, I'll save you!"

Jiang Wenming looked back and ran faster under his feet.

Just kidding, save him?

The ice gas would become a big ice sculpture when it touched. He didn't believe that Zhong Wudao could save a corpse.

And even if he was frozen, as long as Meng Zhen and Jin Lingwei were not dead, he could still be resurrected.

So at this time Zhong Wudao should have helped Meng Zhen instead of chasing him, so he must have bad intentions.

Combined with the look of Zhong Wudao looking at him before, Jiang Wenming took a deep breath and suddenly shouted at Yan Jun in the sky:

"The hairless bald man in the sky! He has been throwing fireballs there and is considered a hairy hero. He has the ability to come down and gesture with this ice-playing person! He won't beat you to death!"

Yan Jun looked down at Jiang Wenming, whose body was burnt all over, touched his head, and blinked.

Why bother with bald heads? Besides, if you have big heads and small heads, you are all bald heads, which is far inferior to him.

But when you look at the ice-filled Zhong Wudao, who is covered in ice, makes the surroundings become frozen in a mess, Yan Jun's eyes suddenly narrowed.

"You can't freeze the meteorites you have finally buried, you can die!"

After saying that, he bowed and rushed directly towards Zhong Wudao.

Seeing this, Jiang Wenming immediately turned around and gave a thumbs up at Zhong Wudao: "Teacher Zhong, I'll help you attract him! You have to work hard, by the way, no thanks!"

"I'll add your horse's oil! Thank you for your horse's skin!"

Seeing Yan Jun hitting him like a meteorite, Zhong Wudao, who was almost exhausted, gritted his teeth, raised his ice hand and punched his chin, and knocked out a tooth:

"Ice-cracked, Six-star Snow Shield!"

A sharp sound suddenly sounded in the air, and snowflakes suddenly condensed around the tooth that flew into the air, and it was extremely fast.

Almost in a short moment, hexagonal snowflakes nearly a hundred meters in size and two or three meters thick were blocked in front of him.

"Fall in flames, a firebird!"

However, Yan Jun suddenly took out a card and slapped it on himself. After a shrill cry, he turned into a firebird and hit the snow shield.

"Hmph! I'm looking for death! My snow is absolutely zero, and even the fire will give you ice!"

Zhong Wudao, who was covering his cheeks, was about to continue to find Jiang Wenming's trouble, but was shocked to find that after the firebird hit the shield, although most of it was offset by the ice shield, two sparks flew over from the gap between the snowflakes.

Then with a bang, the spark turned into a red phoenix again, hitting his chest.

puff!

A mouthful of blood was spurted out. Seeing that Yan Jun had condensed into a human form, he was about to smash himself with his fiery fists. Zhong Wudao bit his teeth, and the blood that had just spewed out turned into an ice cone, and with a puff, he passed through Yan Jun's left eye directly through his brain.

"Die!"

However, Yan Jun paused, and the flames on his body lit up a few more degrees, and he punched hard on Zhong Wudao's forehead.

"The Soul Emperor's plan cannot fail, it's you who died... it's you!"
Chapter completed!