Master of Beasts

"What the hell have you done!" Su Yu's complexion suddenly changed. Isn't this guy a fire spirit master? Why did he have a icy breath just now!

"Want to see?" The corner of Henry Zhang's mouth was slightly raised, a light blue spiritual gate was quickly outlined in front of him, Yubingdie flapped his ice wings gracefully, and slowly swept out from the spiritual gate. The temperature quickly became freezing cold.

"Wow!"

Under the horrified gazes of Su Yu and the others, an ice mist with an extremely low temperature surged out with the vibration of the wings of the imperial ice butterfly, sweeping towards the terrified crowd overwhelmingly.

"Run away!"

However, as soon as the horrified sound came out, it stopped abruptly. All the spirit hunters and spirit beasts were frozen and turned into lifelike ice sculptures.

"Ding!"

Yu Bingdie glanced at everyone ignorantly, then turned her head and stared straight at Henry Zhang, her eyes revealed excitement for the first time.

"The eighth step." Henry Zhang showed a faint smile on his face, stretched out his palm, and gently stroked Yu Bingdie's icy wings. The cold touch did not make him feel any discomfort.

The Ice Lake Stone Flower is indeed a rare spiritual creature. It not only completely transformed the body structure of Yubingdie, but also made its rank directly rise to three ranks during the period of deep sleep.

"Shua!"

Yu Bingdie turned around, and the emotion that had finally risen in her eyes disappeared in an instant. It was extremely cold, and as her wings flapped, dense feathers of ice swept out, quickly piercing through the frightened spirit hunters. The pillar exploded, and their bodies were also shattered into pieces, scattered on the ground.

But the strange thing is that there is not a trace of blood seeping out from under the ice cube.

In the field, there was only one icicle standing alone.

Taking a surprised look at the icicles enveloping Su Yu, Henry Zhang shook his head and smiled, the only remaining icicles should have been specially left for him by Yu Bingdie.

"Don't...don't kill me, save my life, let me do anything!" Seeing the dead appearance of those spirit hunters, Su Yu's heart was filled with fear, and the short and continuous voices came from the ice. The message came out from the pillar, full of pleading.

"Your behavior, how can I keep you? If I don't have a lot of cards, I will definitely die the worst."

Henry Zhang shook his head lightly. He has been out for such a long time, and he has fully realized the cruelty of these spirit hunters. Letting them go is tantamount to letting the tiger go back to the mountain. Maybe at some point, they will have ferocious minions.

With a light wave of the palm, the icicle wrapped around Su Yu fell slowly, and immediately rolled down the river with Su Yu, sinking into the abyss of thousands of miles, the dark river bottom, and the black shadows running through it from time to time , making Su Yu in the icicle despair.

Gently clapping his hands, Henry Zhang looked at the remnants on the ground with some helplessness, and then gave Yu Bingdie a reproachful look. This murder was straightforward, but as a bystander, he felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Ding!"

Opening her eyes innocently, Yu Bingdie gently flapped her wings, and several surrounding ice crystals collided with each other.

"Hey, I knew that Yu Bingdie should wake up today." Master Mo's laughter suddenly resounded.

"You don't know how to make a move, what if I die." Henry Zhang glanced at the empty boundary stone angrily.

"Just these rotten fish and rotten shrimps, how could they take your life." Master Mo imitated Henry Zhang's tone, still smiling shamelessly.

Suddenly, Yu Bingdie's eyes froze, and the ice wings suddenly spread out, protecting Henry Zhang behind him, while its gaze was firmly fixed on the dense forest ahead.

An icy breath that is completely different from Yubingdie quietly permeates, and ice threads, like spider webs, are intertwined among the branches and leaves, seemingly without rules, but in fact they have completely blocked Henry Zhang's retreat .

"A general spirit beast,

Is he the head of the Yanhuang Spirit Hunting Group? "The ease in Henry Zhang's eyes was put away, and replaced by deep solemnity. Although Yubingdie's strength has risen sharply now, there is a big gap between Yushi-level spirit beasts and general-level spirit beasts. It is extremely difficult to make up for it.

Unless the opponent is restrained by the ice system, otherwise, there is no possibility of winning.

"Ice Silk Formation, if I guessed correctly, the spirit beast of the spiritual master should be the ice silkworm." After a moment of silence, Master Mo said slowly.

While the leaves were trembling, a snow-white ice silkworm squirmed out. Behind it, a middle-aged man with an indifferent face came out slowly, looking at the ice on the ground, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"It's hard enough." The man looked up at Henry Zhang, and said indifferently.

"I'm not ruthless, I guess I'm a hundred times worse than them now." Henry Zhang spread his hands and said helplessly.

"At a young age, I know a lot. These people really can't stay." The middle-aged man looked at the river behind Henry Zhang, and said with a chuckle: "It turned out to be the Heishui River. It is said that the bottom of the river is ten thousand feet deep. And among them, there are countless water-type spirit beasts, if they fall, they will die."

"What exactly do you want to express?" Henry Zhang frowned, his eyes swept to the sides from the corner of his eye, but he found that the distant place was also covered by ice silk, and the spiritual power of the master-level spirit beast far surpassed that of the Yushi-level , even with such consumption, Bingluoworm didn't show the slightest fatigue.

"You have two choices now, one, jump down, and two, self-abolish the spirit gate, and go back obediently with me, I can save your life." The middle-aged man looked at Henry Zhang determined to win, with a faint smile on his face, no need I think, as long as there is a brain, there is a choice of the second.

"Can you tell me who you are." Henry Zhang sighed, seemingly helpless.

"Second leader of the Yanhuang Spirit Hunting Squad, Mo Sen." The middle-aged man smiled lightly.

"Okay, Mo Sen, I remember." Henry Zhang grinned, and immediately under the incredulous eyes of the middle-aged man, he turned and jumped into the Heishui River, only the loud laughter echoed by the river.

"Wash your neck and wait, next time we meet, Henry Zhang will take your life!"