Ice-Sealed Pagoda

The wind rose.

A fierce gale whipped snow against their faces like knives. The howling wind churned the black clouds into a slow spiral, which turned faster and faster...

Above the clouds, the Mahayana experts of the Western Teachings confronting the Chunyang True Humans saw the black clouds twist into a vortex. The mountain where Golden Mountain Courtyard stood had become the eye of the storm. Black clouds from afar continuously gathered and compressed, spinning ever faster as the temperature plummeted!

The Snow Flowers dancing through the sky were no longer delicate and beautiful; under the tempest, they turned into ice lumps of all sizes!

Bai Yujun wore black armor, without a helmet.

Her faintly red-glowing eyes were especially conspicuous amid the dim blizzard. Her long white hair streamed behind her, the two little dragon horns on her head glimmering softly. Her dragon spear flashed with cold light, brimming with Killing Intent.

For the first time, the Martial Monk truly felt the ferocity of the white flood dragon!

The blizzard reminded him of the icy plains of the Northern Lands—biting cold winds and boundless whiteness. The difference was that little chunks of ice kept falling from the sky.

Six people could do nothing against a single demon...

"Watch out!"

A shout from his fellow disciple put the Martial Monk on guard. He sensed a massive object flying toward him through the wind and snow. Planting his feet firmly, he roared and met the unknown object with a fist blazing with golden light!

"Hey!"

He finally saw what was flying through the vast blizzard. It was an irregular chunk of ice as tall as a person...

His golden fist smashed into the ice block. Solid Ice shattered, ice shards scattering in every direction. The sight left the Western Teachings disciples deeply