"Leave." Feng Ling decided decisively.

There is no objection to the purple clothes. He is very convinced that Feng Lingran’s decision is that he cares greatly. Shen Mo core’s secret voice, telling him to come here, he wants Shen Jinxin not to play tricks on Nanhua Jun.

He ignored the woman's jealousy.

Seeing Xiao Yu’s painful expression, the delicate little face became more and more white, and the purple dress was very annoyed.

He said to Feng Ling: "I have got ice jade! Give it to me."

Feng Lingran took out a cone of ice crystal from the sleeve. It braved the cold. When it was handed to the purple coat, the palm of the purple coat was cold and cold. He looked at Feng Ling with a weird look.

Ice jade is the soul of the snow-capped mountains. It gathers the coldest cold of the snow-capped mountains. It is formed by the accumulation of rainy days. The average person will be frostbitten when he takes the ice jade for a while. Although Feng Lingran has a spiritual body, it is also a fetus. Hiding the ice jade in the sleeve, not afraid to freeze the arm?

still is……

Feng Lingran's spiritual power has been refined to resist the cold of ice jade?

The purple clothes are secretly scared, and Feng Lingran is really a perverted practitioner.

A few people quickly retired, and Ziyi wanted to quit this dead street, and then help Xiao Yu to stabilize his soul.

He is now using the body of Nanhua Jun. At this moment, he killed the cloud with ice jade, and he will be angry with Nanhua Jun. It will not only affect the rescue of Song Pingyong, but also bring trouble to Xiao Yu.

First, use the ice jade to pin the soul of the cloud, not to give her a chance to chaos, after saving Song Pingyong, there is a chance to let her soul fly.

"We can't get out." Xiaoqi was bounced back twice. He used the power to be like playing on soft cotton, and he was absorbed.

Feng Shaoqi did not believe in evil and supported his arm. He rushed over and it was still bounced back. It seems to have a line of boundaries. He can only come in and cannot go out.

Feng Shaoqi still wants to rush again, and is screamed by Feng Lingran.

When Feng Lingran handed Xiao Xiao to Feng Shaoxuan, Feng Shaoqi was flattered, raised his hands, carefully guarded the weak Xiao Yu, and proudly looked at Xiaoyiyiyi.

He is showing off to Xiaoqi.

Show off Feng Lingran's trust in him.

My brother is a brother, and there must be a big difference between him and Xiaoqi.

Feng Shaoqi thought so in his heart, Feng Ling did not think so. Among the few people here, Feng Shaoqi’s cultivation was the lowest. If Xiaoqi could not open the seal, Feng Shaoqi could not open it.

Feng Lingran did not want to waste time with Feng Shaoqi. He had to try it himself, the power of this seal.

Xiaoqi did not see the childish behavior of Feng Shaoqi.

Feng Lingran raised his hand, and the constant spiritual power was like white smoke, gathering in his palm.

The purple coat also raised his hand and said: "We are together." His movements are in sync with Feng Lingran's movements, but his hands are purple smoke.

Two powerful spiritual powers are introduced.

Hey, hey.

Suddenly the sound of the explosion sounded, not at the line in front of me, but behind her.

Boom, bang.

The earthquake shook the collapse of the house, and several people felt that the ground was shaking.

They turned and saw that the wooden buildings on both sides of the dead street were half-finished, and the dust covered the half of the dead street like a thick fog.

The seal was not lifted, and there were no cracks.

Feng Lingran and Ziyi both tightened their eyebrows.

"Don't fight, don't fight, you will ruin it." The voice of vicissitudes came.

The figure of 褴褛 appeared, the one who just disappeared.

He came back from a camel, and the seemingly messy hair in the distance, actually smeared a bunch of dirty organs, but it was only a long time without re-care, it was dirty and chaotic, his hands opened the dirty, revealing a dark vicissitudes of face .

Feng Shaoqi and Xiaoqi were both taken aback. The face of the old man, at first glance, thought that he had no eyes. When he looked closely, he discovered that his eyes were different from ordinary people. He was a white eye. Not a little black, with this dark face, extraordinarily horrible.

Xiao Yu was almost scared. It was Feng Ling who raised her hand to block her sight. She said something in her ear before she let go.

Xiao Yu already knows that the pupil of the old man is white. When she looks again, she is not scared. She is weak in the arms of Feng Lingran, and she is curious to look at the old man.