Nothing can stop this fog.

"Let's go back." Song Shudao.

This cold fog should be the reason why the ‘Zhu Xing Temple’ was frozen... or even the culprit of all members of the ‘Zhuxing Temple’ forced to move away.

In short, it is not something that is provoked. He does not want to run out of this natural disaster.

The cold current is not close, and the bitter chill has come.

If you don't leave, you have to be buried alive by the ice.

Song Shuhang reached out to open the core world, grabbed the predecessors of the Akasaka Sword, pulled the knives and smashed, and was preparing to enter.

"What, so cold?" At this time, the white predecessor who had broken the knives suddenly sat up and spoke out.

Song Shuhang: "The white predecessor, you finally woke up. This is the ice world when we landed randomly before. Now there is a cold current coming from outside, freezing everything. Let's leave soon."

"Oh." The white predecessors nodded in confusion.

Then, he reached out and offered a ‘one-time flying sword’ and slammed it to the position of the blue light.

Song Shuhang asked: "What do you find in the white predecessors?"

"No... I just suddenly felt this place, maybe I can use it later. So I have a coordinate here, so that I can transfer the space later." The white predecessors were a little confused and didn't sleep enough.

This one-time flying sword can be regarded as the coordinates of the transmission.

"Sleep full, then, let's go back to dinner." The white predecessor jumped from the knives.

The food banquet... has just begun.

After all, the white predecessors reached out and pushed in the void: "Come, Book Air. I relocked the coordinates of the Earth, and we went back."

"Okay, white predecessors." Song Shuhang reached out and put away the predecessors of the Akasaka sword and the smashing of the knives, stepped forward and seized the hands of the white predecessors.

Bai Long’s sister quickly entered the core world of Song Shuhang and the core world was closed.

Song Shuhang’s big hand grabbed the little hand of the young white-born...

In his heart, a memory suddenly appeared.

I always feel that in the forgotten corner, he is also like this, holding the hands of his daughter and son, and is very happy to go shopping.

Daughter and son? mine?

Song Shuhang shook his head with force.

Perhaps, was the hand of a younger sister or younger brother who was taken by a child, so I left such a strange memory in my mind?

"Go!" said the white predecessor.

He stepped forward and the space talent was motivated to prepare to return to Earth.

But suddenly, the white predecessors stopped again.

"What's wrong? White predecessors?" Song Shuhang wondered.

"Wait, I feel that there is something good." The whites turned their heads and smiled.

Junmei's little white senior smiled and sprouted.

"Is there a good thing hidden in this temple?" Song Shudao.

"No, not in the temple. Outside the temple, there are good things in the vicinity... that can even affect my space talent. It seems that the space is frozen." Xiaobai's predecessors narrowed their eyes.

"That cold snap?" Song Shuhang immediately remembered the outside, even the cold of all things were frozen.

That cold current, even the space can freeze?

"Cold stream, right... it should be it." The white predecessors made sure.

The white predecessors, who were a little sleepy, were completely awake.

Upon seeing it, Song Shuhang suddenly had an uneasy feeling in his heart.

"Go! Let's go see the cold current, there must be treasures inside." White predecessors said.

So, are we going to smash this natural disaster now?

While thinking about it, Xiaobai’s predecessors grasped the hand of Song Shuhang, and the space talent was unfolded.

[Wait for the white predecessors, in the face of the cold current, I can choose to be like the holy shrine, hiding behind and cheering you 666? 】

Regrettably, Song Shuhang’s words have not yet been exported, and the white predecessors have already mobilized space power.

The next moment, the figures of the two disappeared from the ‘Zhuxing Temple’.

咔嚓~~

This time the space jump is obviously different from the past.

Song Shuhang felt that the surrounding space seemed to be frozen.

When the white predecessors are jumping in space, they need to break the ice layer in order to shuttle the space.

At the moment when Song Shuhang and Xiaobai’s predecessors left, the chill that covered the heavens and the earth rushed to refill the giant pit where the Zhuxing Temple was located, and restored it to the unloaded ice.

The blue light in the Zhuxing Temple, faded down, disappeared, waiting for the next wave of people to visit.

......

......

嗖~~

The characters of Song Shuhang and Xiaobai’s predecessors appeared in the void.

Not far away, the mist of the cold current, like a tsunami, hit the whole world.

"Sure enough, there is something in the cold," said the white predecessor.

Song Shuhang shook his head: "I didn't see anything, I can only see the cold fog like a tsunami."

Also, it's so cold.

The chill of this piece of coldness is terrible. With the physique of Song Shuhang, I feel the chill of the bones. This chill is not only applied to the flesh, but also directly stimulates the spirit.

It seems as if the creatures are frozen from the body to the soul.

This is not as simple as 'chilly', and the cold current seems to contain a willpower.

Song Shuhang’s thoughts moved, and the knife appeared from him, covering his body shape.

Later, the sword armor wrapped him in layers.

With the sword armor guarded, the bitter chill was really isolated.

"Icy, cool, book, you are waiting here, I will explore this cold current." Xiaobai seniors said.

"Okay, white predecessor." Song Shuhang nodded. "Would you like to cheer for 666 in the back?"

"You are not a monkey." Xiaobai seniors laughed.

After all, the white predecessors reached out and the meteor umbrella appeared in his hands.

In the blink of an eye, the white predecessors slammed into the tsunami-like cold current.

The sword and the sword broke out. Wherever the white predecessors went, the cold current was broken.

The tsunami-like cold current was split in half.

This is the power of the eight-character Xuansheng.

A sword goes down, even if it is a disaster of nature, it can be cut off.

"Hey? There is something... attacking me." White predecessors said.

He then took out a sword.

On the meteor sword, a sword that opened up the sky was thrown out, sweeping a large piece of cold current.

呜~

The creatures secretly attacking the white predecessors were swept by the sword and screamed. Then they turned and fled, and went to the depths of the fog.

"Interesting, want to escape? Are you escaping?" The soft voice of Xiaobai’s predecessors came: "Book Air, you should be careful. There is something in this cold current that is very aggressive."

Speaking lightly, Jianguang started again, and Xiaobai’s predecessors were in the fog. Wherever they went, the cold fog was completely broken and dissipated.

"What are the white predecessors chasing?" Song Shudao.

He couldn't see what was hidden in the cold fog, even if he used the knowledge of God, he could not sense anything.

Could it be the same thing as the 'invisible sword'? If you can't see it, you can't see it?

If this is the case, I really can't help anything.

"Sure enough, I am still cheering at the rear." Song Shudao.

Ding!

At this moment, Song Shuhang’s waist position exploded with a string of sparks.

If there is no Guardian Armor guard, his waist has been smashed.

Song Shuhang: "..."

He turned his head fiercely, and at the same time he reached out and waved, and the invisible knife flashed in his hand and pulled out with a knife.

brush!

The knife was empty and there was no object.

Moreover, there is nothing in his rear.

The beauty of the merits and snakes emerged behind Song Shuhang, and his body was huge, and Song Shuhang would protect it.

Ding!

This is another blow, and the goal is still the waist of Song Shuhang. However, it was blocked by the tail of the meritorious snake beauty.

"Gongde... big day!" The beauty of the snakes and the beautiful hands clasped their hands, and the mouth whispered.

The light of merit is a dazzling day, with Song Shuhang and Gongde snake beauty as the center, exploding outward.

Can't see, then map attack.

Hum ~~

The merits of the big day spread in all directions.

Everything that is within the scope of the great virtues will be hurt by the pressure.

However, Gongde Day did not attack anything.

"What is it, I can't see it at all." Song Shuhang gnawed his teeth.

And this thing is too sharp.

Although the attack power is not too strong, but the hit is not too fast, it belongs to the Assassin model.

"It's too passive, can't see, can't feel it." Song Shuhang muttered.

At this time, there was another figure behind Song Shuhang.

It is a fortune fairy.

"Oh, wow wow ~ ~ eyes ~ ~ your ~ ~ eyes ~ ~" made the fairy sing.

During the conversation, she held one eye in her hands.

The eye of the Confucian saint.

When Song Shuhang saw this eye, he suddenly felt the pain in his lower abdomen and his legs were numb.

However, this may be a good choice.

"Come on." Song Shudao.

The beauty of the meritorious snake reached out and gently pressed on Song Shuhang’s eyelids.

When she retracted her hand, Song Shuhang’s right eye was taken out.

Subsequently, the little hand of the creation of the fairy was cast into the right eye of Song Shuhang.

The eyes of Confucian saints were put into the eyes of Song Shuhang.

A monk who does not blink his eyes, is not a good scholar.

If you want to be a big man, blinking your eyes is a skill you must master.

There was a sensation of heat in the right eye.

At the same time, Song Shuhang’s sacred whale, the dragon pattern based on the ‘Confucian sage’s eye, resonates with the eyes of the saint.

Song Shuhang’s body does not completely exclude the eyes of Confucian saints.

"Let me see what it is, poke my waist again and again. The honest man also has anger!" Song Shuhang's gaze swept forward.

This time, he saw it.

The eyes of the Confucian saints, the eyes of the long-lived who suppressed the world, are so hanging.

I saw a flea-shaped transparent creature, five hundred meters away from him, like a cold ice.

Unlike the flea, it has a long neck and a pair of forelimbs.

It swayed in the void, and every time it was as if it was a space jump.

After a while, the flea sneaked into the cold fog.

Then, suddenly it came back from the rear. In its predecessor, the sharp blade claws pop up.

And its goal is still the waist of Song Shuhang.

Hey!

Fleas appeared in the back of Song Shuhang, and the claws came.

Seeing its claws before, when it comes to Song Shuhang...

puff!

A big hand cast like a black iron pinched the neck of a flea creature.

"Jump, you jump again!" Song Shuhang opened his mouth to reveal his white teeth.

Flea-like creatures struggled wildly.

Its sharp forelimbs continually slammed into Song Shuhang's arm.

Dangdang ~

The fire is shining.

The claws of the sharp blade could not break the defense of Song Shuhang's "Steel Hand", and even the hair of Song Shuhang could not be hurt.

"The speed is very fast. When the cold fog is used, it can even reach the moving speed of about six products. But the attack power and strength are too weak."

Song Shuhang instantly estimated the strength of this flea creature.

"吱吱吱吱~~" Flea creatures make a strange cry.

It no longer attacks Song Shuhang's arm, and the sharp double knife suddenly slams into his neck.

The knife flashed past and it cut its head.

Then, the flea-like creatures forceed them to the distance.

The strong man broke his wrist.

This guy is more simply, straight off his head.

It seems that the head is not an important organ for it. If you break one, you may return and you can regenerate it.

Song Shuhang's black iron-like arm was pinched, and the head of the flea was smashed.

Then he started the artifact on his left hand - [the blessing of the ancestors].

Nine products robbed the magic instrument, one of the ancestors of the ancestral armor, the five-pronged emperor is available.

Enhance the user's affinity for 'space'. Activate the instrument to enable short-distance space jumps within 500 meters.

Now, under the influence of the cold current, the distance of this space jump may be shortened.

But it is enough.

The flea creature that broke his head flew quickly into the 'cold fog'.

As long as it returns to the cold, it is safe.

砰~~

In a rapid jump, it hit a hard wall.

"Jump, you give me a jump." A big hand grabbed its body.

Hey ~.

This time, the whole body was pinched.

As the flea is destroyed, a finger-sized nucleus falls out of its body.

Song Shuhang grabbed this core.

Even with the ‘Anti-Whale Warrior Glove’ defense, he still feels the bitter chill in this core.

Will this be the treasure that the white predecessors said?

Song Shuhang reached out and put this small core into the 'hand string space'.

"And then... let me see what the white predecessors are chasing." Song Shuhang used the eyes of the Confucian saints to look at the swordsmanship in the cold.

The speed of the whites' swordsmanship is approaching to the extreme, as if it were a light.

Song Shuhang could not easily capture his figure.

And the one who fled in front of the white predecessors was a bone dragon...

Like flea creatures, this bone dragon is also condensed by transparent ice, as if it were an element of ice.

At this time, this ice bone dragon has been scarred.

However, the white predecessor does not seem to want to kill it.

"Do you want to catch it alive?" Song Shuhang guessed the thoughts of the white predecessors.

"In addition to flea creatures and ice bone dragons... Is there anything else in this cold current?" Song Shu Shipping used the eyes of Confucian saints to scan the fog.

Soon, he saw a huge thing and was coming to him.

It was a huge flea of ​​twenty meters high, burning with fire of anger.

Song Shuhang: "..."

come on!

If you are not afraid of the eyes of the saints, you will be embarrassed! Don't worry.