She was watching from behind a tree, and unexpectedly discovered that he was holding a three-finger-wide sword, the blade sharp and overflowing with murderous intent, and his body was filled with an aura visible to the naked eye. It was not mysterious energy, but spiritual energy.
There is no doubt that he is an immortal cultivator!
However, something was clearly wrong with him now. Although he was trying his best to suppress it and endure it, the layers of white, frosty substance that had condensed on his beard, eyebrows, and face were nothing else but frost.
Frost? Why is there frost all of a sudden on my body
"ah!"
With a shrill scream, the last man in black was stabbed in the chest by a cold sword. The man in black half-knelt down, blood oozing from his mouth. He stared at him with his eyes fixed. He opened his mouth to say something but couldn't. Finally, he fell down before he could even take a breath.
At this time, Ling Mohan's body was trembling slightly, as if he was frozen. He stood there quietly, like an ice sculpture. The icy air emanating from his body was like a thousand-year-old ice. Even she, who was hiding ten meters away, could feel the coldness.
“Bang!”
He fell straight down, his body trembling on the ground, gradually curling up into a ball. Not only that, the frost on his face seemed to be getting thicker and thicker.
Seeing that something was wrong, she ran over quickly.
"Uncle? Uncle, what's wrong with you?" She came to his side and squatted, just about to help him up, but as soon as she touched him, she felt a biting cold.
"Hiss! It's so cold!"
She instinctively retracted her hand and looked at the man who opened his eyes and looked at her in surprise. Why is it so cold? Wouldn't he be frozen to death if he continued like this
After just one glance at her, he closed his eyes again, his lips gradually turning purple.
Seeing that he was in a bad condition, she gritted her teeth and endured the biting coldness to feel his pulse. She was shocked by the feeling.
"Is this... the Millennium Cold Poison?" She opened her eyes wide in astonishment, somewhat incredulous.
There was a chill running through his pulses, and it was that extreme cold air running through his body that caused him to be like this. Moreover, that extreme cold air was clearly a cold poison, and not just an ordinary cold poison, but a thousand-year-old cold poison!
Suddenly, in the darkness, we heard the sound of movement and murderous intent coming towards this side, and it sounded like there were no less than twenty or thirty people.
Her eyes flashed, and she thought in her heart that there was no place to hide around, so she pointed her finger infused with mysterious energy at his fainting point. The next moment, with a thought, she brought him into her space.
The next moment after the two disappeared, thirty men in black surrounded the area with swords. The leader frowned after seeing the dozen dead men in black, and spoke in a gloomy voice with murderous intent.
"He was still breathing here just now. He must not be able to get far after the cold poison attacks! Find him!"
"Yes!" The men in black responded in unison and divided into several teams and rushed in several directions around.
At this moment, in the space, the little fire phoenix was glaring at Fengjiu angrily. She didn't expect that she would bring in such a man who exuded a biting coldness.
At this moment, Feng Jiu had no time to pay attention to him at all. Instead, she was busy using her mysterious energy to protect Ling Mohan's heart meridians. If even his heart meridians were frozen, he would be close to death.