The chill just gently swept away and Donald felt his back unconscious.

But after all, he was a saint practicing the god of fire, and that cold air did not strike him.

Mindfulness moves, and under the crazy flow of paths in the body, the cold in the body has been dispelled as much as possible!

This chill didn't hit Donald, but the people behind it didn't have that much luck.

Immediately following Tang Lun is Qin Mai, the saint of the Qin family.

Qin wished that he had not yet been able to react, and saw this chill strike his chest.

As one of the saints in front of him, he couldn't even say a word. That stunned expression had solidified on his face...

“…”

Qin Wan, transformed into an ice sculpture, fell down like a stone path.

Although the saint next to him can stop Qin Wan from falling, the cold air in Qin Wan's body is too strong.

Where's the chill? It's a cold poison with no cure!

No one was rescued, Qin would quickly disappear in front of everyone...

The other two chills from the heads struck empty and did not take human life.

Because Qin wished to die suddenly, the people of Haormen Alliance were once again panicked.

The saints of the Qin family, in the eyes of the crowd, are the presence of Pastoral Sea Pole, Cold Week and Tang Lun, such a person died between blinks, always giving them an unreal feeling.

Under these circumstances, where else would anyone dare rush in?

But the intermission period of the iceberg is very short...

There was another whistle coming from below, and the chill at the bottom was about to erupt, and a decision had to be made in any case.

Most people still bite their teeth into this groove, vertical and horizontal, where there are Oriental sitting towns that may solve the threat in the groove.

But a small group began to hesitate...

Because they also have a second option, which is to go back to the previous groove.

“Psst...”

Two full gods and two subscents made this choice and quickly returned to the upper groove.

It's just that they've just returned, and they're full of regret.

They forgot in the middle of a crisis, but walking back is facing that horrible woman...

“Phew…”

Cold air surged again, sealing all the grooves.

There is no retreat between the two Assumptions and the two Great Successful True Gods.

The woman glanced faintly at the four people and asked coldly, "Get out! ”

One of the two sub-saints came from the Liu family and one from the Cold family.

After the initial panic, they calmed down.

Although the woman revealed an evil spirituality all over her body, she did not show any particular appetite.

Maybe they can get a chance in front of her.

“The situation was just critical, we will naturally go down until the next intermission period," said Ya Sheng of Liu's family, arching her hand at the woman.

The other three watched the woman's face in secret.

If the woman chooses to do it, they will definitely not sit back and wait, but if she is willing to let them go, it is of course best.

“Do you want me to take you out or do you want me to take you out?” Her voice was getting cold.

The four of them were bitter, and how they answered that question, no matter what they chose, was a dead end.

Without them asking for forgiveness, there are several powerful forces behind the woman coming towards these four people.

These invisible forces are inspired by the saints and are generally irresistible as mountains fall into the sea!

How can these four resist the slightest?

Almost involuntarily pushed out of the groove, in the cold air, instantly turned into four ice sculptures fell down...

In front of so many saints, they never had a chance to struggle!

Four dead!

Seeing this scene, Rosen's eyebrows slightly wrinkled.

It was about the look on Rosen's face that the woman took the initiative to say: "None of us are ants. You cannot have pity for these ants as I am a Yu. ”

Rosen has no words.

After all, this woman was born a murderer of the Abyss, and it makes no sense to reason with her.

……

……

In the groove below, those three heads have been smashed into transparent debris.

These three heads are the "chills” in the woman's mouth, and this thing itself is not very powerful.

But the cold air that sprays out of their mouths is extremely lethal!

Everyone's face is very ugly...

Just a moment later, Qin Mai was already dead, and just now there were two Ascensors, two great success true gods fell!

Though they did not see it with their own eyes, it was also known that the four men must have been forced.

“This woman is so cheating! ”

Tang Lun bites his teeth and says that Tang Lun's personal relationship with Qin Mai has been very good, and this moment is naturally the ultimate in anger.

“Still going down? Ghosts know what else is strange down there...” Fang ten asked.

Even saints have difficulty defending themselves in such a shithole!

“Go on,” said Oriental Chunjun, blinking in his eyes, very definitely.

The woman was still guarding with a group of saints, and they had no choice.

The time for incense soon arrived. As the intermittent period arrived, Oriental Junjun rushed out again for the first time, and he said at the same time: “I will determine if there is danger in the next groove, and then you will enter again. ”

In fact, regardless of whether it's dangerous or not, everyone has to go in, because going back means dealing with that woman!

The remaining two thirds of the way is relatively easy.

In these grooves opened by Chen Huangzhen's sword, only some chills were distributed with those flaming crystals.

All the blast crystals have been detonated, and each time the Orient can crush them in the first place as long as they are prepared and not too threatening.

One hour later…

The Hawman Alliance crowd finally came to a groove at the bottom of the iceberg.

“Look! It's like a giant hive! ”

“There are so many chills... turns out these chills are all spitting out! ”

“It's so disgusting! ”

Those wonderful, full true gods stretched their necks and measured the scene below.

Perhaps it was boredom and fear along the way, and when they survived, these great, successful gods got a little excited.

At the bottom of this ice volcano is a small, not very tall mountain, and the surface of this mountain is covered with hexagonal lattices, not knowing whether they are naturally formed, raised or artificially carved.

Each hexagonal lattice is embedded with a translucent chill.

These chills look up at the sky, open their mouths, and keep spraying cold air upwards. Millions of chills are sprayed down at the same time, forming the wonder of the ice volcano spraying cold air.