"Hmph, I'll tell you when you die." The white-robed Saint Han disciple glanced at Luo Wen with disdain, then turned to the other Saint Han disciples behind him and said, "Let's go ahead and stop wasting time with this monster."
"So what if they are outnumbered? Today, I will let this evildoer truly witness the power of my Holy Cold Mountain!"
"Kill this monster!"
"You are so stubborn!" Luo Wen frowned, and the seals in his hands kept flying. As his hands moved, the air became colder, as if it was trapped in a huge cold.
This is... Su Yin frowned, feeling something cold hitting his face. Su Yin was stunned and slowly stretched out his hands, "Is it snowing?"
Looking up, ice crystals were falling from the sky at noon, bringing a bone-chilling cold air. The ice crystals slowly stroked everyone's cheeks, slid down gently, and pierced everyone sharply.
"Be careful of the ice crystals in the sky!" A Saint Cold disciple shouted from somewhere. "It's a barrier! It's a barrier! We've entered the barrier!"
The leader in white was now like everyone else, having already started fighting with the purple attendant. His panicked face was scratched by the sharp ice crystals.
Damn it! His face changed again. When did they enter the barrier?
How could cultivators who have reached their level be trapped in the barrier suddenly formed by the enemy? They were probably already in the barrier of that evildoer before, and it was only activated at this moment. Otherwise, why would they, the brothers, not notice it at all?
He raised his head and passed through the many purple-robed attendants, his eyes fixed on Luo Wen who was controlling the barrier. What kind of person had they provoked? What kind of monster was he?
Luo Wen had a blank expression on his face and his hands stopped moving, but the ice crystals that were still flying in the sky revealed that all this was not over yet.
"These are ignorant creatures, sir, let me go." Linglong said lightly, having already drawn her long whip at some point.
Holding a purple whip, Linglong slowly took a few steps forward and stood side by side with Luo Wen, revealing a smile of confidence of victory.
"Okay." Luo Wen tilted his head slightly, his cold eyes gazing at Linglong, "Be careful."
"Linglong knows." With a smile that reassured Luo Wen, Linglong slowly passed Luo Wen, raised the long whip in her hand high, and swung the long whip again in a light purple dress, and quickly joined the battlefield.
With Linglong's presence, this inevitable battle seemed even easier to win. Every swing of her whip brought down a Saint Cold disciple. Linglong brought down another enemy, then turned and gave Luo Wen a confident smile. Luo Wen nodded in return, as if they had a natural rapport that had existed for years.
Being inside Luo Wen's barrier and surrounded by many purple-robed attendants, the disciples of Shenghan soon felt overwhelmed. However, they were unable to escape the barrier, and soon, everyone fell to the ground.
"Aren't you going to tell me yet? Who gave you the news?" Seeing that the battle was over, Luo Wen slowly took a few steps forward and asked the leading disciple coldly.
"Hmph! Today, my brothers in Shenghan underestimated the enemy. As for what you want to ask, I won't let you know. Luo Wen! Kill me! Kill me!" This war was lost. Trapped in this evil spirit's barrier, it was even more difficult to break through. Now, he only wanted death, and he would not live in this evil spirit's clutches.
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