The golden lion's blood dripped on the crystal ice, but it was quickly frozen into a blood-colored ice crystal. The temperature here is too low, and even the blood of the saints will be frozen quickly.

"what!"

Suddenly attacked, there was no reaction time. Jin Sheng was shocked. His body flashed and the whole person withdrew two miles backwards. The golden fan in his hand turned into a golden ball and wrapped himself.

"Hey..."

In this case, there are still a few cold light that suddenly arrives on the golden ball. Together with him, the ball is hit in a lot of circles in the air.

Jin Sheng was in the middle of the ball, the blond hair on his head shook slightly, and a golden light was emitted, which stabilized his body shape and flew out with the ball for four or five miles.

"Roar……"

He slammed in the ball, Shengwei was more prosperous, and his eyes were close to the ancestors of Hanjing in front of him.

The cliff did not split, and there was no movement at all. The fan of his own fan seemed to have no power and could not break the wall.

"come out!"

Jin Sheng screamed, he guessed that Mi Qingxue should not die, or else, there would be no sudden and so fierce attacks from the cliff, he still has confidence in his own magic weapon.

The few cold lights that have been revealed in the cliff are really strong enough. If it is not because of this golden fan, it will become a defensive shield, and it may have been seriously injured.

"Do you want to come here?"

Just then, a thick voice was heard in the cliff.

"Who?"

Jin Sheng’s face has changed greatly. There is a very disturbing feeling. It seems that there is a peerless powerhouse to be born. Is it still there in the world?

"Small shards, even where the seat is not visible, dare to stir up things..."

The horror of the horror, the golden lion's sacred blonde rose upside down, and the whole body was full of goose bumps. This feeling is very disturbing.

"escape……"

Jin Mao Shi Sheng no longer hesitated, directly sacrificed his own hail, the body shape broke into the ice, disappeared.

"Hey! The hail of the Harlem!"

In the void, the figure of the nine-day cold turtle suddenly flashed, and the fingers were restrained in the ice below. After a while, a cold light was arrested and the Golden Lion Lion appeared again.

"You, who are you?"

The golden lion's singer looked up in horror and looked at the nine-day cold turtle in the void. This man's breath is too strong, dazzling like a big sun, he is far from his opponent.

The technique of hail, he did get in the Harlem, just as Ye Chu got it from the old patriarch.

Only Ye Chu was given by the old patriarch, and when he passed by, he sneaked in and learned.

The whole body was restrained by a strange force, but the golden lion sacred did not see any means for the nine-day cold turtle to display, so it was easy to give it to himself.

Is this one, a living strongman!

This chilling thought flashed in front of him, and the Golden Lion King glared at his eyes and looked up at the nine-day cold turtle at the top of his head.

Ice is the place where the ice **** and his descendants lived. Is this person, the descendant of the ice god?

"Hey! Unbearable!"

The nine-day cold turtle swept a distance and seemed to see something, then Shen Sheng said: "If you really killed Mi Qingxue, today this seat will make you feel uncomfortable!"

After that, the nine-day cold turtle thought and moved, and the fingers moved together. An ice hockey slowly rose from the ground and put the golden lion sacred into it.

"let me go!"

The golden lion's face is sinking, but the voice is not too big. In the face of the nine-day cold turtle, he is indeed a bit afraid.

This guy is too strong, if he is really in the realm of the strong, more powerful than his father.

"A thousand years ago, like you, there is a lion who can't live here. I think you are the filial son of the lion?" The nine-day cold turtle grinned and the ice hockey began to slowly descend. ,

The golden lion's heart was shocked and shouted: "How are you taking my father!"

"I will kill you!"

Thinking of his old father, the fear in the Golden Lion sacred heart turned into anger, and opened his mouth, trying to scratch the nine-day cold turtle.

"Hey!" Nine days of cold turtles chilling, "Little Golden Retriever, enjoy it in the ice, this seat to suppress you for a hundred years, after a hundred years, you want to live!"

After that, he pressed the palm of his hand to the bottom, and the ice jail with the golden lion sacred completely sank into the ice and disappeared.

"Take it out..."

Just then, the nine-day cold turtle chuckled and looked at the ice in the distance.

Mi Qingxue came out of a white ice. She was not injured, but she was safe and sound.

"The predecessors are really different. It turns out that there is another ice hung below..." Mi Qingxue smiled and floated over.

Nine-day cold turtle smiled and said: "You don't praise me. If you are a strong person, you can't even deal with this little golden hair. The old man really has no face here to guard the Lord."

"This ice hug is the dungeon of the ice city that year, specializing in some disobedient people, but it is a pity that now it can only become an enemy of ice imprisonment." The nine-day cold turtle sighed.

Mi Qingxue asked: "Predecessors, why do you have to guard this place, what are they coming here for?"

"For what?" The nine-day cold turtle grinned. "Not for the so-called fairy machine, but also known as the **** machine. They think that here can get the inheritance of the ice god, become a true god, fairy."

"Why was there only one hundred people who invaded here in the past, did they find anything? Or wouldn't they come here for no reason?" asked Mi Qingxue.

Nine-day cold turtle road: "My master is the monk who was finally made up of the inanimate object. Although he has entered the supreme world in the first line, he is not weaker than the supreme. His spirit is called the fairy spirit by many people. The family is not as simple as we imagined, and it is not even the strongest in the realm of the gods."

"I heard from my master, this hundred people seem to be a heritage, they are all branches of the spirit family."

"Affiliated family?" Mi Qingxue has never heard of such a race.

Nine-day cold turtle nodded: "Yes, it is this spirited family. According to legend, this is one of the oldest races in the gods. It is also one of the oldest races on this continent. They started with no body, relying on it everywhere. Spirits are able to survive between heaven and earth. Over time, they have created a unique technique of attachment to the soul, searching for the most powerful spirit in the world. This spirit, including the soul, the spirit, and the spirit of the monk, the source Spirit."

"It’s just that this spirited family has existed for too long, and later it has been divided into hundreds of ethnic groups, but some of the top ethnic groups still have the skills of the spirit. They may not know what news they received, and they heard about the cold field. There is the most powerful **** in it, so the one hundred people will come together."