During the battle, Ning Jie displayed his miraculous magical powers, radiant with light, and ultimately succeeded in slaying the Twin Blade Rakshasa, avenging me. Later, he guided me to the Piaomiao Immortal Sect..."
When everyone heard this incredible news, they were so shocked that they were speechless.
They felt as if their worldview was completely overturned at this moment. This news was like a key that opened a door to an unknown world, and the world behind that door was full of mystery and chaos.
They realized that this matter was of great importance and must not be taken lightly. It might be a huge secret concerning the fate of the entire world.
"This... This matter is too bizarre. We must quickly go to the Great Xia Dynasty to consult the Taoist Alliance leader Chu Miaohan."
Kong Huanyi made a prompt decision, her beautiful face now full of seriousness and determination.
She knew very well that Chu Miaohan was well-versed in ancient and modern knowledge, and had conducted in-depth research on all kinds of strange stories and ancient texts in the world. Perhaps he could find the key clue in this tangled situation and solve this puzzling mystery.
So everyone set off in a hurry without any delay.
The figure of the mythical beast Sibu Xiang soared into the sky and led everyone to the capital of the Great Xia Dynasty at the fastest speed.
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At the same time, on the northern battlefield, the battle between the Snow Tribe and the Immortal Tribe has entered a white-hot stage. The shadow of death is like a black curtain, heavily covering the entire battlefield.
Leng Shuangzi, the leader of the Snow Clan, stood in the center of the battlefield. He was wearing a white armor that seemed to blend in with the world in the snow. It exuded an icy aura, making him look like a god born from ice and snow.
His hands were like dancing elves, waving in the air, leaving mysterious traces. He muttered something, and ancient and obscure spells came out of his mouth. Every syllable seemed to be summoning the power of ice and snow.
As he moved, the surrounding ground was quickly covered by a thick layer of ice, which spread in all directions at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a giant white python greedily devouring the earth.
Wherever the ice went, everything was frozen. Flowers, plants and trees instantly turned into crystal clear ice sculptures. Their original postures were permanently frozen, as if telling the story of this sudden disaster.
At the same time, the temperature dropped sharply, and every inch of air was like an icy blade, ruthlessly cutting people's skin and bringing biting pain.
In just a moment, the temperature dropped by dozens of degrees, and the atmosphere on the battlefield became even colder and more cruel, as if one had instantly fallen from the earth into an ice cellar.
Under the attack of this severe cold, the warriors of the Immortal Tribe gradually became stiff and their movements became slow.
Their eyebrows and hair were covered with frost, which was like the tentacles of the devil, tightly clinging to their bodies, making them look like white-haired old men.
Their lips were purple, their teeth were chattering, and their exhaled breath instantly condensed into white mist in the air.
Some soldiers lost their lives in the extreme cold. Their bodies were frozen into ice sculptures, but they maintained fighting postures, weapons still tightly grasped in their hands, their eyes filled with persistence in fighting and hatred for the enemy. They were like tragic monuments on the battlefield, witnessing the cruelty of this brutal battle.
The battle situation was extremely unfavorable to the Immortal Clan. Mu Qingxue, the goddess of the Immortal Clan, was extremely anxious, and her beautiful face turned red with anxiety.
She held a divine bow in her hand, which emitted a soft light, as if it was a trace of warmth in this cold world.
She continuously shot spiritual arrows at the Snow Clan. Each arrow contained her powerful spiritual power and streaked across the sky like a meteor, shooting towards the enemy.
However, in this cold environment, her spiritual power was consumed faster, and each shot seemed a little laborious, like a tired dancer struggling to complete her last dance.
Just as Mu Qingxue was concentrating on dealing with the crisis in front of her, a cunning light flashed in Leng Shuangzi's eyes. That light was like a poisonous snake in the dark, insidious and deadly.
He seized the opportunity and took advantage of Mu Qingxue's unpreparedness to secretly gather spiritual power. His hands danced quickly in front of him, and the spiritual power gathered in his palms and turned into a sharp ice spear.
The ice spear was crystal clear and emitted a biting cold light, as if it was forged by the god of death himself, and contained powerful killing power.
Leng Shuangzi waved his hand suddenly, and the ice spear shot towards Mu Qingxue like lightning. It was so fast that only a faint white light and shadow was left in the air.
When Mu Qingxue realized the danger, it was too late to dodge.
The ice spear pierced her shoulder fiercely, and blood instantly stained her clothes red. The bright red was particularly glaring against the white snow. She groaned in pain, her body trembling slightly with pain, and she almost dropped the divine bow in her hand.
Seeing this, the surrounding immortal warriors cried out in surprise, their eyes filled with fear and anger. The sound echoed in the cold air, carrying endless grief and indignation.
At this critical moment, a clear and loud cry suddenly came from the sacred mountain of the Immortal Clan.
The sound resonated across the battlefield like the mighty sound of a huge bell. It seemed to possess a magical power that penetrated the frigid air, causing the surrounding ice and snow to tremble. Immediately afterwards, a gigantic figure flew out from the sacred mountain. It was a giant red Vermillion Bird.
Its whole body was burning with flames, and the flames were as dazzling as the sun, instantly melting the surrounding ice and snow.
The Vermilion Bird spread its huge wings, and every flap brought up a surging heat wave, which rolled towards the battlefield like an invisible wall.
It flew towards the battlefield, with a majestic light flashing in its eyes, as if it was a god descended to the earth, bringing with it the power of judgment and redemption, to change this cruel situation of the war.
This sudden change stunned everyone on the battlefield. Both the Snow Clan and the Immortal Clan were attracted by the huge red Vermilion Bird. They stared at the Vermilion Bird with their hearts filled with surprise and expectation.
The moment she saw Suzaku appear, a smile appeared on Mu Qingxue's pale face.
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