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The heavy city gate behind him was slowly closed, leaving the group of people in the snowy mist where nothing could be discerned.

The purpose of this trip was to repair the remaining two exorcism circles. Xia Qi discussed with Fu Wan and checked the previously repaired magic circles along the way to avoid omissions.

If all goes well, they will be able to return in less than fifteen days—when all the exorcism formations are opened and connected to each other, the teleportation inscriptions in them will also be activated, and they will be able to teleport from the last magic circle to the magic circle in front of the city wall. Save a lot of time.

After everyone stepped out of the city gate, the sky sank unhappily, with thick clouds and low pressure, and there was a lot of snow wind blowing in the gloomy wilderness.

The sky was snowing heavily, and the ground was filled with snow and fog, and the visibility to the naked eye gradually decreased.

The stone walls that stretched for thousands of miles were not within the protective range of the city wall and mountain protection array. Along the way, the strong wind mixed with chaotic air currents, hard and heavy falling rocks, and the severe cold that ordinary clothes could not resist were all very deadly.

If there is a slight mistake, it will be confessed.

A group of people walking along the Yujian at the foot of the mountain wall had to slow down and use their spiritual sense to explore the way.

Fu Wan led the way at the front, Xia Qi followed the team and kept an eye on the surroundings to prevent his disciples from falling behind.He remembered what Qingyan said before, and he couldn't help reminding all the demon hunters that if they were in danger and could not speak out, they would use the shadow ring to send a message.

All the black cloaks turned into a string of tiny black dots in the vast sky and earth.

The team marched in the daytime when the temperature was slightly lower, and camped and rested in the cold night when the wind became stronger.All the way to deal with the magical beasts that came to attack, and overhauled the slightly stagnant places in the exorcism array along the way.

Everyone was vigilant and did not encounter anything unusual.

After seven days.

Xia Qi and Fu Wan stood in front of the fifth exorcism formation that had not been repaired.

The center of the exorcism formation is on a stone stele, one person tall, on the Shenhei mountain wall.

Xia Qi saw that Fu Wan used the Xiaoshan token to remove the barrier in front of the formation, and began to replace the snow crystals at the nodes of the formation.

The last batch of teams led by Yang Feng died at the fourth place. They didn't find any abnormalities when they passed by. Not only that, even the monsters and monsters disappeared on the way from the fourth magic circle to here. Only they walked forward silently.

This did not make Xia Qi feel at ease, the biggest anomaly was the absence of anomalies.

Two hours later, as the evening approached, the wind intensified, and the snow and mist filled the air to cover everything.

Xia Qi stood guard behind Fu Wan, his eyes swept over the figures of disciples scattered around.In the past, the number of demon hunters in the chaotic snow had increased by one while patrolling. Later, the team leader was required to match the numbers and figures.

Perhaps it was because the snow and fog were too thick, and he always felt that the untouchable and unclear scenery and figures in front of him were a little unreal, and this feeling gradually deepened in the seemingly static time.

I don't know if he was suspicious or not, but Xia Qi always felt that something was not right. He checked the number and figure of his disciples again, and finally his gaze fell on Fu Wan's methodical back.

He tentatively opened his mouth hesitantly: "Brother?"

Fu Wan looked back at him, then quickly glanced around cautiously, and asked strangely, "What's wrong?"

Xia Qi hugged the sword and rubbed his chin: "...I always feel that something is not right."

Fu Wan glanced at him, turned around and continued to work: "There is no change in the Shadow Ring, so you should relax. With such an active mind, why don't you think about how to make Master Qing fall in love with you."

Xia Qi: "..." Isn't he also racking his brains?

He couldn't help being a little funny when he mentioned the bet.

I don't know if Qingyan has stopped at this time... Recently, the opponent has been going deep into the place surrounded by monsters almost non-stop, fighting fiercely for days, draining most of his consciousness, only occasionally reminding him to pay attention to the attacking monsters.

He was always a little worried about Qingyan.

The snow and fog are getting bigger and the sky is getting late.

The dark sky is like the ink blurred in the water, gradually descending in the wilderness.

The weirdness in Xia Qi's heart still didn't disappear. He looked at Fu Wan's snow-covered shoulders for a moment, and then subconsciously glanced at the disciples behind him.

He suddenly opened his eyes wide, and finally realized that something was wrong—the last two times he saw the demon hunters in the snowstorm, the number of them remained the same, but their backs did not change at all.

It's freezing cold, hands and feet are prone to stiffness, how can they maintain a posture for so long, it's like everyone else.

The wind whispered in my ears, and it seemed that there was an ominous breath.

Xia Qi rubbed the surface of the shadow ring with his thumb, and the thirty disciples remained motionless. Only Fu Wan behind him received the signal and asked impatiently, "...what's the matter, have you thought of a solution?"

His heart sank, and he drew his sword slowly with a dignified expression. His eyes were fixed on the figures blurred by the wind and snow in front of him: "Brother, there is no limit to the scope of the Shadow Ring message. How could we not receive Yang Feng's Shadow Ring request for help?"

Fu Wan was taken aback, stopped his movements, and also noticed the abnormality of the disciples: "They are too far away, if they ask for help, they will have to wait ten days, and it is too late."

"It's a reason, but it's instinct to subconsciously ask for help in times of crisis, and everyone gives up asking for help... Is it possible that the Shadow Ring suddenly failed to send messages and lost its early warning function?" Xia Qi motioned himself to go over and have a look, "Go on, just in case Involve the big formation, you speed up."

Xia Qi's ghostly figure disappeared in place, and in the next breath, he appeared in front of the nearest figure, Zhou Lin who was motionless.

He instantly sensed the abnormal airflow surrounding Zhou Lin, and he slashed down with his sword without the slightest hesitation. The sword light instantly cut off the airflow that was about to form a whirlpool.

The force of the vortex was so strong that it hurt the tiger's mouth holding the sword.

The moment the air flow collapsed, the rattan-shaped demonic energy wrapped around Zhou Lin's body was released together with the demonic energy, and was swept into the wilderness by the strong wind.

Zhou Lin fell to the spot like drowning, his face was pale, his eyes were slack, he gasped and retched.

Xia Qi didn't care about him, and hurriedly flew to rescue more disciples.

Qing Yan expected that the demonic energy that extracted the soul would be quietly transmitted, but he did not expect that there would be a shielding shadow ring, covering the vortex of the demonic energy, imprisoning the disciples, and slowly sucking the soul...

What is this again?

All the demon hunters were rescued, and each reported their situation.

The airflow shielding the Shadow Ring and the demonic energy on the soles of the feet appeared almost at the same time. The cultivator was only imprisoned by the demonic energy, and had not yet invaded the altar.

The abnormal weather in Xiaoshan was caused by Shen Xinghai's vision. The wind and snow blowing from the sea were mixed with chaotic atmosphere, and it was impossible to detect the whereabouts of the demonic and demonic energy for a while.

Fortunately, it was discovered at an early stage. Although the disciple of the demon cultivator had injured his soul and the circulation of demon power in his body was stagnant, his life was not in danger for the time being.

Everyone retreated to the front of the formation, and the slightly injured monks stood in front of the monster cultivator disciples, and the surrounding area was under martial law.

However, the snow fog not far away was getting thicker, suddenly churning and surging, surrounding it from all directions.

The snow fog gradually turned black, and there was faintly tangled demonic energy inside.

The Demonic Beast finally came.

The battle was about to break out, and Xia Qi used the shadow ring to send a message in the shadow of swords and swords, so that everyone should pay attention to the devilish energy under their feet at the same time.

Only after the warning was issued, the thick snow suddenly broke, stretching out several rattan-like tentacles with magic flames, some of them spread in the snow, entangled with the demon hunter's feet in the chaos, and some of them soared into the air, weaving into a giant net, Shrouded towards the crowd.

The strength of the team of more than [-] demon hunters should not be underestimated. Whether they are fighting alone or with their companions, their adaptability and reaction speed trained in hundreds of battles are extremely strong, and they almost suppressed the monsters for a while.

But the devilish energy in the snow mist was endless, and the monster beasts and magic vines that appeared could not be killed, and the strange airflow began to appear unexpectedly, wrapping around the disciples of the demon cultivators, and the rest of the disciples needed to be distracted to rescue them.

Everyone was a little overwhelmed in the chaotic scene.

"Come in!"

Fu Wan's voice came suddenly, followed by the clear sound of broken ice spreading from the stone wall - the repair of the fifth large exorcism array has been completed!

Everyone dodged into the barrier area, and all the monsters that were chasing after them were strangled to death.

Everyone began to deal with the injuries on the spot. Xia Qi went around and removed the external injuries. The spirit and soul injuries of the Yaoxiu disciples could not recover in a short time.

And they still have one magic circle to repair, and going out this time, fierce battles are inevitable along the way.

He looked worriedly at the enchantment that was constantly being hit by monsters.

The monsters are endless, and they are about to approach them. If the monsters are allowed to hit them regardless, sooner or later there will be cracks in the fifth barrier, and Fu Wan's previous repairs and spiritual materials will be in vain.

Fu Wan frowned and discussed with him: "We have to go forward, and now we have to turn back halfway. Only after repairing the last magic circle can we go back to the foot of the city wall through the teleportation circle."

Xia Qi knew that even if the situation ahead was unclear, this was the only way.

He glanced at the fully dressed demon hunter disciple, and nodded to Fu Wan: "You can't fight hard, the monsters can't be killed, buy time to move forward."

A group of people broke through the siege outside the barrier, leading the monsters all the way to fight and walk.

Xia Qi still walked at the end to prevent the rest of the disciples from falling behind or being imprisoned.

In this way, they walked quickly in the wind and snow all night, and after the dawn of the next day, the people who drove all night came to the last stone monument.

Everyone was stunned——

The damage to this magic circle is the most serious, and even some heavy black mountain rocks rolled down, presumably the monsters tried to cross the mountain wall——

It takes only a fraction of the repair time.

All the disciples fought fiercely all night, and they were already beyond their strength. They were injured all over their bodies, and the demon cultivator whose soul was damaged was even worse. Everyone's sword-holding hand was covered with slippery blood.

After returning to Xiaoshan, Xia Qi mostly defended the city wall for several days. He had tempered his adaptability even more, and then cooperated with the space magic circle along the way. Except for some non-fatal wounds and faintly painful meridians, this strength can still be supported.

Fu Wan has studied many large formations in Xiaoshan, and has always been responsible for repairing the large formations during patrolling.

The last one was naturally also from him. He glanced worriedly at the snowy mist that was chasing him not far away, frowned and devoted himself to repairing.

Xia Qi led his disciples to defend around.

The monster seemed to realize that it would be a sign of failure after repairing this place. The snow fog suddenly rose several feet, and the monsters came biting madly, and the magic vines waved and spread more wantonly—the billowing magic energy covered the sky and covered the sun, like a thick of dark clouds.

The disciples who were already wounded were gradually unable to protect themselves, and no longer had the energy to take care of the brothers around them.

Xia Qi rescued his disciples while fighting, and the pressure increased.

However, the crisis continued, and the snow mist with monsters emerging not far away suddenly spread over, dragging a disciple into it in an instant, Xia Qi recognized that it was the demon hunter who had been protecting Zhou Lin in the training ground!

With a sword, he split the snow demon wolf that was trying to bite his neck, dodged over, stopped Zhou Lin who was desperately rushing into the snow fog, plunged into the snow fog very quickly, and pulled him back.

No matter how fast his speed was, he was not a demon cultivator, but he felt that the soaring demon energy made his soul tremble.

What's more, the disciples who were rescued, their eyes were slack and their bodies were cold, part of their souls had been extracted.

As soon as the snow mist failed, as if losing patience, it suddenly spread into a high and turbulent wave, and hit them head-on. The disciples couldn't dodge in time, and the five disciples were swept away in an instant.

Xia Qi wanted to use the old trick again and rushed into the snow fog, but Shadow Ring reminded at this time that the soul lamps of the five disciples went out.

His pupils shrank, and his heart sank suddenly.

At the same time, Fu Wan's voice sounded like saving lives——

"withdraw!"

The last magic circle has finally been repaired, and the teleportation inscription has been activated!

After the thick fog passed, five lifeless bodies were lying on the snow. Xia Qi gritted his teeth and took off the shadow ring from his disciple's hand. When he touched the still warm skin, his hand trembled slightly.

He quickly restrained his emotions and covered the remaining disciples to withdraw into the circle.

Suddenly, the sea of ​​consciousness moved slightly, and Qingyan's voice came from a slightly faster voice: "Ah Qi, I have drawn a complete teleportation circle of Lingying Mountain, and the deciphering circle has been transmitted to the sea of ​​consciousness, you can assemble it after you go back." Entering the large protective formation will prohibit the appearance of teleportation inscriptions within seven days. I will set up the permanent magic circle when I arrive at Xiaoshan."

Xia Qi felt a little relaxed, and was about to respond when, out of the corner of his eye, Zhou Lin, who was about to evacuate, was suddenly entangled in vines and quickly dragged into the snow fog, which rolled him away into the distance.