Chapter 1721 Extreme Cold Ice (1)

According to the head, Ye Qingyi did not know how long it had been on the extremely cold ice sheet. The coldness of the surrounding area continued to flow into her body. Ye Qing’s cheeks were white, and now it was frozen. Blood color, if the little white tiger in the arms is still as warm as it is, I am afraid that she will live alive in this extremely cold place for a while.

The head said before, the mystery is divided into three areas. Although he did not explain which direction the true **** grave place is, it is inferred from Ye Qingzhen that it is necessary to pass through the extremely cold ice and the place of Tianyan to reach the true **** grave. Field, then the location of the true cemetery should be in the deepest part of the secret, she only needs to move in the opposite direction of the coming.

All the way up, Ye Qingzhen saw a lot of frozen bodies, she tried to find Jiang Shaobai's whereabouts, but in the vast cold ice, it is difficult to find other people who were scattered. Such as the sky.

"Is there anyone?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from afar.

"That is the voice of Sang Yuyu." Ye Qingyi was in a dead silence, finally heard a sigh of noise, or he recognized himself, his heart could not help but move, the pace of the foot could not help but speed up a few points, looking at the source of the sound go with.

The voice of Mulberry Yu came from an ice forest.

Ye Qingying, holding a small white tiger, carefully walked among the sharp ice trees and put the footsteps very light.

As the distance approached a little, Sang Yuyu's voice became clearer and clearer. She seemed to be calling for something, and after a while she gently slammed the old tunes.

"At this time, this woman actually has a fascinating little song? It seems that there is no danger." Xiaobaihu is very admired. In this place, Sang Yuyu still has such a mood.

but……

When Ye Qingying looked for the sound and found the source, he saw a smile full of sang Yuyu’s delicate face, the frozen white mouth, twisted and cracked. Out of her mouth is not a bright red tongue, but a **** ice vine.

"Is there anyone who comes with me..."

The voice belonging to Sang Yuyu sounded again, but this time, Ye Qingyi was not in the mood.

Xiaobaihu suddenly widened his eyes and looked at the scene in front of him. He almost didn't spit it out on the spot.

The sang Yuyu in front of me can no longer be called a person.

Her petite body was torn apart by a rising ice tree. The limbs were torn off. The root of the ice vine penetrated the wound. Her head was also screwed down. The root was from her mouth. The ice vine that came out was from the wound in her neck.

"It's so cold here... Who will accompany me..." The ice vine in the mouth of Mulberry is constantly twisting, and the blood that has already condensed on it is extraordinarily enchanting.

"She...is still alive...she still has consciousness..." Xiaobaihu widened his eyes and looked at Sang Yuyu's eyes filled with despair and pain. Her facial features were distorted, and the voice from her mouth was not Her intentions.

She became the plaything of this ice tree, arbitrarily playing and tearing...

Her consciousness has not disappeared.

Ye Qingqi looked at the sang Yuyu who was talking and laughing not long ago. The stomach couldn’t stop rushing. She watched the vines of Sang Yuyu’s limbs, and casually manipulated those broken arms. The limbs, and every inch of movement, the face of Sang Yuyu has a heartbreaking pain.

(End of this chapter)