Chapter 475: Killing Stars Arrival (Part 2)

Hissing ~~

The native ice flame of the Glazed Cold Crystal Snake uses the terrifying power that can freeze the soul with extreme cold, and instantly freezes the mysterious silkworm ghost silk.

The dark purple thread that was originally merged with hardness and softness was like a slender ice strip, standing stiffly in the air.

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

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

But based on his experience, he could only guess part of the origin of this snake.

You should know that the raw material of this mysterious silkworm ghost silk is the silk spit out by the thousands of years of mysterious ice silkworms. Its hardness is comparable to that of a top magic weapon, and it is inseparable from water and fire.

With its own flexibility, even at the advanced level of the Nascent Soul, it is difficult to damage at all.

It would be fine if it was just raw materials, but this thing was tempered by him with the "Ghost Spirit Fire" for hundreds of years, and he almost wanted to transform into a state of nothingness, and his resistance to spells reached the extreme.

The mysterious silkworm ghost silk is the most proud magic weapon he has been promoted to the Nascent Soul, and he can completely compete with the old Nascent Soul.

However, the extremely cold air in front of him not only frozen the mysterious silkworm ghost silk that is invincible, but even more terrifying... there is also a strange and strange cold that invades his soul.

It can freeze the extremely cold power that erodes the soul level. In the world of immortal cultivation, only a few legendary magical powers and ice flames can do it.

Swish!!

The glazed cold crystal snake shot out quickly, opened its mouth and spit out a white ice mist at him, making everything within twenty feet of radius appear slow.

Shi Qianhan took this opportunity and suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the "Xuan Silkworm Ghost Silk" that was almost inclined to the empty spirit.

"stop!!!"

Yuan Youqing was shocked and furious, and he kept making gestures in his hands, wanting to recall the Xuan Silkworm Ghost Silk.

However, the dark purple thread at this moment was completely transformed into a entity after being frozen, and even the sensing between the spiritual consciousness was weakened a little.

A dark demon firework spread out from Shi Qianhan's hand, which penetrated through the ice layer and penetrated into the mysterious silkworm ghost silk.

Yuan Youqing suddenly felt the coldness and burning pain on his soul.

Puff--

The glazed cold crystal snake spit out a stream of frozen air again, deepening the freezing degree of the mysterious silkworm ghost silk.

The power of the demon flame and the power of the natal ice flame can both harm Yuan Youqing, who is the master through the mysterious silkworm ghost silk.

Yuan Youqing practiced the ghost corpse path. Although he was not a pure ghost cultivator, he mainly practiced souls.

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

If this trend continues, it will not take long for him to completely suffer a heavy blow and even lose one of his most important natal magic weapons.

He will never tolerate such a thing happening!!

Swish swish swish!!!

He quickly made gestures with one hand, and a dark ghost fire burst out from the palm of the other hand, with a dark purple light in the center, and a fierce green fire burning on the surface.

puff!!

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

Shi Qianhan's face showed a sarcastic look, and the magic flame in his hand spread a few feet thick with a "bang", as if it were solid. It collided with Yuan Youqing's dark ghost fire along the mysterious silkworm ghost silk.

Yuan Youqing couldn't help but groaned, her face a little ugly.

Although the Ghost Fantasy Sect has been passed down for thousands of years, the Ghost Spirit Fire is the real fire demon flame in the first few days of Yuyang Kingdom.

However, there is still a big gap in competing with the "Nine Nether Demon Flame" that has shocked the ages.

As soon as the confrontation was held, the dark ghost fire retreated step by step. Yuan Youqing gritted her teeth, her eyes were filled with anger and reluctance, and she was shocked and anxious.

Shi Qianhan's lips pursed slightly and said with a faint smile: "It seems that this mysterious silkworm ghost silk is destined to be Shi."

"Don't think about it!" A cold light flashed in Yuan Youqing's eyes. He suddenly stopped his hand that was drawing the magic tricks, and a red bead appeared on his hand.

There was a terrifying force faintly on the bead, and there was a deep green fire inside.

After Yuan Youqing sacrificed this object, he suddenly injected his magic power and threw it at Shi Qianhan.

Shi Qianhan's pupils contracted and suddenly felt an inexplicable crisis.

The next moment, a force that was probably suppressed was released from the strange red bead, and it instantly drowned dozens of feet in a radius.

Brush -

The moment Yuan Youqing threw out the red ghost bead, he retreated in a flash with a vicious look on his face.

"not good--"

Shi Qianhan exclaimed, but his voice was drowned.

Boom-

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

The fire was like the sun, exploding violently, and the hot and hot breath filled every corner of the surroundings in an instant, tearing everything apart.

The green light was even more strange and inexplicable. It spread silently, forming a sad, magnificent green petal in place.

The terrifying and frightening power shook for dozens of miles, and the ghost spirit castle was trembling.

The moment this object exploded, the souls of countless lives nearby trembled.

Even though Yuan Youqing had already retreated ten or twenty feet in lightning, he still did not escape the power of the explosion. The powerful purple light waves bombarded his defensive shield.

Puff~~

His face turned pale, and he spitted out a mouthful of blood, and the defense shield broke layer by layer.

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

That area is the core area of ​​the explosion, and all existences are destroyed without a slight breath of creatures.

"Hmph, my 'Ghost Fantasy Sect' has been based in the immortal cultivation world for thousands of years, so how could I not have one or two killer moves?" Yuan Youqing looked sinister and immediately said to himself: "It's a pity that it's extremely inappropriate to refine this 'Ghost Explosion Blade'. For thousands of years, there are only these last two left."

The Ghost Explosion Flame Pearl is a secret treasure at the bottom of the Ghost Fantasy Sect. It requires the "Ghost Ghost Fire" of this sect to refine the heaven and earth yin fire for hundreds of years and requires extremely rare fire-based treasures such as the Flame Crystal Stone to refine one.

After the explosion of this bead, it not only produces a terrifying and irresistible extreme flame explosion, 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 monk will not escape death.

Thousands of years ago, the founder of the Guihuan Sect even used this bead to kill a Nascent Soul cultivator in seconds.

"The great elder's divine power actually killed Shi Qianhan in one go."

"The Ghost Explosion Blade is worthy of being the treasure of the 'Ghost Fantasy Gate'. This Nascent Soul Demon has no resistance at all."

"The Great Elder's supernatural powers are so powerful that I can become famous in the Northern Qin Dynasty!"

Soon, the monks of the Ghost Fantasy Sect who had been hiding everywhere rushed over to congratulate each other, and they flattered one after another.

"Tsk tsk, that devil is so frightening that he can't beat him..."

An elder of Jindan walked towards the core of the explosion.

In that area, the hot and high temperatures and the faint green petals have not completely dissipated.

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

Yuan Youqing said with a smile on her face and said with a little regret.

"ah--"

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

The Jindan elder who was trying to get close, screamed miserably, and his body shook off, like a kite with broken strings, planted downwards.

A big blood hole was penetrated through his chest, and four or five feet long blood burst out, which was a terrible sight.

"court death--"

A cold voice spread throughout the audience.

Suddenly, all the monks present at the Ghost Fantasy Sect's faces stiffened.

One after another, the sounds stopped abruptly, and they were silent. The smiles suddenly frozen and were shocked.

Silent silence...

The heartbeat was clearly visible, and even the atmosphere was afraid to emit one.

Everyone's eyes were frozen on a cold man stained with red blood on his arms.

Tick ​​tick tick…

With warm blood flowing down from his fingers.

Shi Qianhan's eyes were gloomy and his face was covered in coldness and ferociousness. He swept through everyone on the scene with a ruthless attitude.

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

Yuan Youqing's body involuntarily retreated, showing horror.
To be continued...