The vast ice river surged, its bone-chilling power enveloping everything around it. Beneath that icy sun, beams of frozen light shone down on Lu Xiaotian. Each time they touched the Fangtian Halberd in his hand, a thick layer of ice instantly spread across it. Any ordinary Spirit Transformation cultivator would have already been frozen to death, turned into an ice sculpture.
What made Hua Mucheng frown was that the blood-qi power in Lu Xiaotian's body was astonishingly pure. No matter how fiercely his Sun-Moon Ice Pearls flared, or how the surrounding domain of ice squeezed in on Lu Xiaotian, his opponent remained like a reef amid the ocean. With nothing but successive sweeps of his Fangtian Halberd, he repeatedly blocked Hua Mucheng's killing moves.
"Ordinary divine abilities can't do a thing to him." Hua Mucheng gritted his teeth, finally understanding Xiang Kun's helplessness. He had no idea how this body cultivator at the Spirit Transformation stage had trained, but the blood-qi power in his body seemed almost inexhaustible. Combined with the defense of his blood-qi battle armor, he was nearly impervious to every evil.
Hua Mucheng raised one hand, and a mass of dark clouds drifted from his palm and rose into the air. In an instant, the sky overhead filled with gloom, and snowflakes swirled through it. Above the churning ice river, bolts of lightning as crystalline as ice descended from the clouds. The dense icy lightning looked just like tribulation clouds.
"The Ice Cloud Tribulation! Another ice-type magic treasure. Hua Mucheng not only has peerless cultivation talent, but the Hua Household has also spared no effort in investing in him." Zhu Yinglong couldn't help sighing at the tribulation-like clouds.
"Enter the illusion!" Lu Xiaotian spread his hand, and the Illusion Mirror appeared in his palm. Layer upon layer