Chapter 102

Attack of the Mercenaries

Snow was flying all over the sky, and the goose-feather-like snowflakes covered the Jiuyou Tura Flower with a layer of white clothes, and also blocked Yuan Yizi's focused sight.

The snowflakes grew bigger and bigger, and fell more and more. Before we knew it, the world was filled with white, with no other colors to be seen.

Yuan Yi subconsciously reached out to grab Ye Feichen who was standing beside him, but unexpectedly missed.

"Captain? Qingyan? Huaiwei?!"

Oh no!

Yuan Yizi recalled the rumors about the frozen land. There lived a special spirit beast called the 'Wish Beast'. Its specific abilities were unknown. It was not like the fantasy beasts that could perform pure illusions, nor could it fulfill people's wishes as its name suggested.

According to cultivators who had been attacked by it, the technique used by this spirit beast was like a special 'field', and all methods could not be used in the covered area. However, each person's situation was different. Some were like ordinary people, and some just had their cultivation level declined. The same thing was that in the end, even they themselves didn't know how to break it.

The white snowflakes gradually became sparse and drifted down the sky melodiously, and the scene in front of me returned to a normal snowy day.

This is an ordinary small town. At the end of the alley, groups of people are sitting cross-legged, waving at Yuan Yizi.

Although Yuan Yizi had expected this, seeing a person who had been dead for many years appear before his eyes alive still made his heart tremble.

If everything here was as he remembered, a catastrophe would befall this small town.

Run away!

......

The nether swamp.

Ling Mochen came here alone, revealing his innate fire spirit body without any concealment, blocking all the extremely cold icy air and the turbid Netherworld air.

There are still many corpses on the way forward. The cultivators in this direction are probably like Ling Mochen at this moment, coming here to subdue the strange fire, right?

"I wonder how Qingyan and the others are doing?"

Ling Mochen was somewhat worried and just wanted to subdue the Nine Nether Ice Fire as soon as possible and meet up with Yan Qingyan and the others.

Step...Step...

There was no rustling sound here, it was so quiet that only Ling Mochen's footsteps could be heard.

The innate fire spirit body is naturally a "navigator" for finding strange fire. Ling Mochen does not need to specially detect the movements of strange fire, he only needs to follow his "intuition" and he will eventually reach the target.

Suddenly, Ling Mochen stopped moving forward, and a ray of purple flame leaped up from his fingertips and swung to one side.

The flying flames grew bigger and bigger, and burned more and more vigorously. In the blink of an eye, they turned into a giant flaming bird. They suddenly collided with the purple flames that appeared out of nowhere on the opposite side, emitting huge sparks and lighting up the sky.

boom--

The Netherworld Swamp instantly turned into a purple sea of ​​fire. The extremely cold frozen land suddenly became extremely hot. The cold air and the fiery flames collided at the limit, unable to balance, it was a world of ice and fire!

The huge sea of ​​fire was like a giant beast with its mouth wide open, trying to swallow Ling Mochen into its belly. Looking at the fire giant rushing towards him, Ling Mochen remained calm and resolutely jumped into the sea of ​​fire.

"Nine Nether Ice Fire, I'm in a hurry, don't put up a pointless resistance!"

......

The little Qingyan has a round and chubby face, just like a New Year doll welcoming the God of Wealth, except for a red dot on the forehead.

But this is Xiao Qingyan before she put on makeup.

I don't know where Elder Yan found the maid from, but he put on a very mature red makeup for her, making her look as charming and childish as possible, as sexy and innocent as possible.

"It just so happens that there is a banquet at Zui Xiang Lou today. Qingyan, you should go and meet more people and build up your network of contacts." Elder Yanshi said with undisguised contempt in his eyes: "The makeup is fine, but it's a pity that you are plain-looking and can't carry it off."

After saying this, he sighed, as if he felt sorry for Yan Qingyan.

Yan Qingyan: ...

Before, she just recalled the memories of this life and felt that Elder Yan Shi was a bit annoying, but she didn't expect him to be annoying to this extent.

Yan Qingyan wanted to put herself in a sack, but she had short legs and a pair of weak fists.

We must take a long-term view!

Yan Qingyan tried hard to recall her memories at that time. When she was young, she desperately wanted to become stronger, to gain recognition from her family, and to get rid of the name of loser. Whenever she had free time, she would devote herself to cultivation. However, every time she entered into meditation for a short while, she would be interrupted by Elder Yan Shi with all kinds of excuses. Otherwise, even if she was a loser, she would not be eighteen years old and only have the cultivation level of the third level of Qi Refining!

It was the same this time. Just because there was a banquet in the city, the young girl was dragged there to make some connections. What kind of connections could a six-year-old kid make? !

As she recalled, she was laughed at by many people at the banquet, and everyone in the room was ridiculing her useless physique without restraint.

Isn't it just a yellow-grade spiritual root? The most common spiritual root in the world of immortal cultivation is the yellow-grade spiritual root. It's just that because she was born in a big city family like the Yan family, she became the object of ridicule by those who conceal their inner inferiority.

People like to see geniuses fall, and like to see people in high positions fall into the dust, because they have never been glorious, and can only step on those who were once out of their reach when they are down and out, and say mockingly, 'Look, no matter how powerful you were, you are still under my feet now, aren't you? '

"Whether it is an illusion or not, I don't want to be like a puppet, where others decide where to go and what to do." Yan Qingyan looked at Yan Shi coldly, and the long-lost wood-type supernatural power surged out and gathered silently in the palm of her hand.

This place limits her cultivation, but apart from the spiritual spring space, her wood-related abilities can still be used.

"What are you looking at? Why don't you go quickly?" Elder Yan Shi seemed to sense Yan Qingyan's hostility, and he pressed the pressure of his realm towards Yan Qingyan without hesitation.

"You have no respect for your elders and you don't obey discipline. Let me, your elder, teach you a lesson."

Yan Qingyan's eyes flashed coldly, and his wood-type supernatural power was ready to go. Just when he was about to attack Elder Yan Shi's face, Yan Qingyan suddenly remembered the two mercenary groups that behaved strangely in front of the Jiuyou Tura Flower.

Could it be...

In order to avoid accidentally hurting teammates, Yan Qingyan quietly dissipated the attack in her hand.

But the coldness in her eyes became even stronger. After completing this mission, she would definitely return to Qingyang City to settle the grudge with Yan Shi and to avenge the bullying she had suffered over the years!

Seeing that Yan Qingyan finally "surrendered", Yan Shi also withdrew his pressure with satisfaction.

"It's good to admit your mistakes and correct them. Go quickly and don't keep the people at the party waiting anxiously."

Yan Qingyan was pushed out of the room. She clenched and unclenched her fists, and then clenched and unclenched them again. She muttered in annoyance on her little face, "How can I solve this situation?"

The illusion-breaking array on her body was of no use at all, and even her wood-based abilities could not detect the fluctuations of the Nine Nether Tura Flower.

It was as if they were separated by a barrier.

Isolation?

Yan Qingyan suddenly thought, could this place be like the "territory" of the "special type of psychics" she encountered in her previous life? The entire consciousness has been completely isolated from the outside world? !

Thinking of this, Yan Qingyan took a breath.

"No way? That's really a big trouble!"

"Captain, are they all right now?"

Yan Qingyan clenched her fists, a hint of heat flashed in her eyes, as if she had encountered some huge challenge, which aroused the bloodiness hidden in her bones.

She looked up at the pale yellow sun in the sky and encouraged herself, "Go ahead, Xiaoyao Mercenary Group!"