Three Hundred and Forty-Three. Relics of the Martial Saint

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The balance has been broken, and the ice marrow of the earth veins is in an extremely violent state. It will not be easy to restore the balance again.

Although Yan Zhaoge had the ground furnace to help stop the devouring, it was not easy to stay in place, so he immediately urged the ground shuttle to go through the ice and permafrost to get away.

Behind him, the extremely cold waves pursued all the way, making the ice layer solid and expanding outward.

It wasn't until after escaping for a long distance that Yan Zhaoge felt the cold wave behind him gradually subside.

Ah Hu was also sitting in the ground shuttle, looking back with lingering fear.

"Young master, will such a huge change in the ice marrow of the earth veins affect your plan?"

Yan Zhaoge heard the words and said: "It's okay, just use this last blow to maximize the effect. In the current situation, it is enough."

"Nanhuang, just wait slowly."

Yan Zhaoge drove the ground shuttle upwards, got out of the ground, and landed on the extreme northern snowfield again.

Looking back towards the direction of the ice cave just now, I saw that there was still a soaring blue light looming there. Although it had begun to fall back and calm down, it still seemed to make people feel the terrifying power of extinction.

Yan Zhaoge sighed in admiration: "The mighty power of heaven and earth is really breathtaking."

Ah Hu said: "My son, what should we do now? Return to the blue hot spring that was used to save Shi Jun's mother and son?"

Yan Zhaoge shook his head: "It's not yet time, count the days, it will take a while to accumulate spiritual energy there."

"Although most of the warriors of the Heavenly Thunder Hall were buried with the help of the ice marrow of the earth veins just now, there are still strong survivors in the Heavenly Thunder Hall. The great master of the Black Nightmare Mountain seems to have escaped."

"Everyone used to find their own way of life and fled in different directions. Now they have lost each other's traces, but most of them will still search for us in this area, so it's best not to stay nearby."

Yan Zhaoge smiled slightly: "I saw someone just now, but it proved something from another direction."

Ah Hu was a little surprised: "Master?"

Yan Zhaoge took the lead and walked west,

That direction is exactly the direction they came from. Over there are the remains of the Ice Dragon Martial Saint and the gathered Tianlei Temple warriors.

However, most of the Heavenly Thunder Palace warriors were buried in the ice cave by Yan Zhaoge, and the power to guard the ruins was inevitably much weaker than before.

What the Ice Dragon Martial Sage left behind, Yan Zhaoge was not sure before, just some guesses.

However, the presence of warriors from the Heavenly Thunder Palace here, especially Lin Zhou himself, who traveled all the way to the extreme northern snowfield, let Yan Zhaoge understand that this relic is not light in weight.

According to Yan Zhaoge's speculation about Lin Zhou, this brother will never look for treasures indiscriminately.

In other words, this is a master who doesn't see the rabbit and doesn't scatter the eagle. Since he appears here, it proves that there are really good things.

That being the case, since Ye Jing had the upper hand, how could Yan Zhaoge let it go?

What's more, the Tianlei Palace soldiers were divided into two groups, diluting their own strength in the extreme north, and the group of troops who came to the ice cave to find Yan Zhaoge's troubles lost more than half due to the outbreak of the ice marrow of the ground veins.

Now Yan Zhaoge doesn't mind taking a chance on the Tianlei Temple warriors guarding the Ice Dragon Martial Saint Ruins.

The matter of the Southern Wilderness Fire Sea and Underground Palace is over, just wait for time to ferment. The conditions for saving Shi Jun's mother and child are not yet met, and the relics of the Ice Dragon Martial Saint come into Yan Zhaoge's sight.

Weakening the enemy and strengthening oneself are both ways to fight for.

At this time, it is also the most suitable time to return to the ruins of the Ice Dragon Martial Saint with a horse gun.

Afterwards, regardless of success or failure, they will leave quickly. In this way, they will mobilize the enemy and make it difficult for the opponent to understand their true purpose.

"Speaking of this Lin Zhou, I haven't seen it for a while, and it seems that I have gained a lot, and things like Yin and Yang have come out." Yan Zhaoge touched his chin: "Breaking the ice in the ice cave The silver-white thunder light from the permafrost is also somewhat familiar, as if I have heard of it before, what is it?"

Yan Zhaoge narrowed his eyes as he thought about it: "Lin Zhou, heh..."

All the way to the west, after days of trekking, the figures of the warriors from the Heavenly Thunder Palace appeared in Yan Zhaoge and Ah Hu's field of vision again.

Yan Zhaoge spread out the crane wings behind his back, rushed forward at a very fast speed, and killed several surrounding Heavenly Thunder Palace warriors in an instant.

Guarding this place, there are also two great masters of the Tianlei Palace, the fourth level, who are strong masters in the early stage of Yuanling.

Being disturbed, and receiving the alarm of Yan Zhaoge's attack, they immediately rushed forward.

Seeing this, Yan Zhaoge's expression was calm, the blue-purple lightning in his right eye shone, and the next moment, a purple orb floated above his head.

It was transformed by the fragments of the Saint Weapon Thunder Emperor's Eye.

There was a flash of thunder, as if Thor blinked.

The terrifying Momentary Thunder fell again, and the violent thunder tore through the void.

The other party, a great master in the early stage of Yuanling, had no time to dodge, and the bright and violent thunder came in front of him, engulfing him!

The other person was unable to save him in time, he became furious and rushed towards Yan Zhaoge.

The opponent's figure flashed, like a thunderbolt, and disappeared in front of Yan Zhaoge's eyes in an instant, even with Yan Zhaoge's eyesight, it was difficult to catch his trace.

First, the terrifying thunder lighted up, and then the thunder broke out.

The light of the saber lit up between the sky and the earth, like a thunder from the sky, also slashing towards Yan Zhaoge.

But Yan Zhaoge was not panicked, when he raised his hand, a short stone stick flew out, blowing in the air against the wind, and instantly turned into a tall palace pillar.

Like thunder and a knife, it struck the pillars of the shrine, and as the pillars of the shrine shook, strips of haze stretched in all directions.

Those streaks of haze formed a formation pattern, criss-crossing the sky and the earth, forming a huge formation with the pillars of the shrine as the center.

When the formation was suppressed, the thunder light suddenly became dim and calm.

A huge stone pillar descended from the sky, and the formation enveloped the four directions, directly pressing down the Great Master Yuanling of the Tianlei Temple.

The opponent's face changed slightly, and he wanted to dodge, but felt that his figure seemed to be frozen, making it difficult to move.

The proud speed is useless at this time, so he can only grit his teeth and resist.

The grand master of the Yuanling had an ugly face, with his palms up, supporting the pillars of the shrine that fell down.

Yan Zhaoge didn't entangle with him too much, grabbed A'hu with one hand, spread the crane's wings, and increased his speed to the extreme, instantly leaving all the warriors of the Heavenly Thunder Palace behind.

Other warriors from the Heavenly Thunder Palace stepped forward to stop them, but Yan Zhaoge's crane wings trembled, and the feathers on the top of the wings turned into pieces of light feathers, and hit them like a violent storm.

After breaking through the defense line of the crowd, Yan Zhaoge waved his hand, and the pillars of the shrine rose again amidst the brilliance, and his body shrank rapidly, returning to the shape of a short stone stick, and fell into Yan Zhaoge's body again.

Yan Zhaoge didn't stop walking at all, and while the wings on his back were shaking, he drew a graceful arc in the air, and plunged into the ice lake where the ruins of the Ice Dragon Martial Saint were! (To be continued.)

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