Beiming Xuanda sighed, the world says that a woman's beauty is inversely proportional to wisdom, but the senior in front of her is directly proportional: "The predecessor Bing Xue is smart, and the disciple doesn't need to bother to explain, the disciple admires it." ”

Miao Jing frowned slightly: "What you said also makes sense, if Ghost Weiyi is sealed by the slave, his words will not be credible." But Ghost Weiyi has fallen, and his bones have turned to ashes, but he can't confront him, and even if he can, we can't go back now. ”

Bei Mingxuan said: "Is Ghost Weiyi already dead? What have you seen with your own eyes?

Miao Jing shook her head: "He died on the way back to Zhong Miao Island, it was Senior Sister Miao Kong who told me, I don't know the situation at that time." ”

Bei Mingxuan hurriedly looked for a topic: "Look, now that we are trapped here, finding a way to get out is the most important thing, you say." ”

Miao Jing nodded, but glanced at him with a little meaning, Bei Mingxuan lowered his eyebrows and sat upright, Miao Jing smiled and didn't say anything. This space is not large, it is only a hundred miles in radius, it is all frozen by Xuanice, and there is nothing else.

Occasionally, the corpses of some demon beasts and even monks in the lower part of the ice valley were frozen into ice sculptures. At the edge of the space, although the Ice Storm was raging, it seemed that there was a force that kept it out, and the tyrannical Ice Storm was also very docile in front of this force, not taking half a step beyond the Thunder Pool. The small space is not to say that it is wonderful, and the divine consciousness of the Northern Darkness Xuan is also easily covered, except for the depths of the Xuan Ice that cannot be visited, it doesn't take too long for the surface to be investigated.

The two of them were speechless for a while, Miao Jing's expression was indifferent, she was calm and calm, her eyes were slightly closed, and she breathed quietly. Bei Mingxuan was restless and restless, and after a while, he got up and hugged his fists and saluted: "Senior, the disciple doesn't dare to disturb your meditation, so I will leave and find another place to live." ”

Miao Jing nodded lightly: "It's not very big here, but the temperature is too low for you to last, so you have to practice and go." ”

Bei Ming Xuan was like being amnestied, and when he turned around, he saw the leaf wall rolling lightly, revealing the empty space, and a cold air rushed over. Bei Mingxuan couldn't care about it, knowing that no matter how far away he hid in this projectile land, it would be ordinary, but he couldn't see it and thought it was pure, and he begged for a moment of peace of mind.

He looked back at the huge lotus flower behind him, the flower is nine-petaled, so it is called Jiupin, and there are nine lotus leaves under the flower. There seems to be a small red lotus next to the huge white lotus, which comes out side by side with the white lotus, but it is not budding.

He didn't dare to look at it more, nor did he sacrifice the magic weapon, so he took off and flew in the sky. Go straight to an ice valley that has already been targeted. There was no place to escape the cold in this ice world, he just took a fancy to the fact that this ice valley had a slightly larger flat land.

The most important thing is to stay away from this beautiful lake, and it seems that the heart is not bad. Together with this thought, the evaluation of the "old monster" made Bei Mingxuan feel against his will. Not to mention Miao Jing's appearance, but to talk about the heart, this predecessor is really worthy of the bodhisattva's heart.

To put it mildly, even if it doesn't hurt his life, as long as the divine sense forcibly invades his storage bag and looks at it, everything will be clear. She actually patiently listened to his true and false story, and actually left it at that, although he can't fly to the sky now, it is enough to make Bei Mingxuan admire.

Under this extreme cold, if there is no way to deal with it, it will definitely not be able to last for a long time. He had already thought of a countermeasure, but it still needed to be verified, and Lu Bao was helpless in front of Miao Jing. Presumably she won't covet these, she only needs the Ever-Changing Stone and the Spirit of the Stone Mother, well, he doesn't know what the use is.

Miao Jing is one of the elders of the Miao Sect, and if she breaks through again, it will be a big threat to the Shushan faction, and she can delay it for as long as she can. This bodhisattva-hearted beauty monk doesn't seem to be able to take advantage of it.

He released the Beastmaster puppet, and the Divine Sense instructed the Beastmaster puppet to release the spiritual stones collected from the storage space in the abdomen. The stone block quickly erected a stone house according to the request of Bei Mingxuan, which was not too large and very simple.

He designed a heating fireplace in the house, took out a solar flame from the white jade fire spirit bottle, and filled it with a magic weapon copper tripod. The heat of the flame instantly spread through the heat tunnel throughout the stone house, and the temperature inside the house rose all at once, and finally formed a balance with the severe cold outside, and the temperature inside the house had reached a very pleasant temperature of about 21 degrees.

Heating with the sun flame, using the best magic weapon as a furnace, it's too extravagant, this kid seems to have a lot of family background, and Miao Jing can't help but smile when he closes his eyes slightly.

After the Northern Xuan Xuan settled down, the first thing he did was to put the bones of all the human monks in the space in a jade box, and found a place with sufficient spiritual energy to bury them deep in the Xuan Ice. The things they had with them were put away if they were useful, and the useless ones were buried with them, and even if the deceased paid a funeral fee, he received it with peace of mind.

Kind-hearted people see the goodness of people, Miao Jing sees that Bei Mingxuan does this good deed, and his heart is a little happy, this little monk seems to have some kindness. Not to mention that he did something he had to do in order to collect other people's treasures and spirit stones.

Beiming Xuancai doesn't care what Miao Jing thinks, but he asks for peace in his heart. The two of them practice separately, Miao Jing is as his name suggests, and his temperament is very quiet, not at all like the cultivation of the North Darkness, teasing Xiaoya, Xiaoyan, and Xiaogui or looking at the family photos full of the house, looking at the holographic video on the mobile phone to ease their thoughts, and muttering from time to time to pour out their hearts.

Unconsciously, months passed, and the Xuan Turtle, which had been dormant in the spirit beast bag for more than half a year, suddenly sent a message at the same time that it was about to rush to the stairs. The Northern Immortal Xuan is happy and worried, the Xuan Turtle is different from usual this time, and the seventh-level demon beast is equivalent to the Dan Realm of human monks, which will lead to the baptism of thunder. But in the small space of this space, how did the thunder tribulation come? Will it cause the collapse of the space when it comes?

At a loss, Miao Jing's voice came: "The thunder tribulation of the spirit pet is okay, this space is very stable, you just put them in an open place." ”

The Northern Xuan was overjoyed, and hurriedly drove the Xuan Turtle to a flat place in the Xuan Ice Valley. He stayed aside, Xiaoyan and Xiaoya also accompanied him, and the little ghost couldn't bear the cold and didn't come out in the stone house.

I saw the turtle wake up from its slumber, open its mouth and inhale it suddenly, and a stream of spiritual energy poured into its mouth, instantly forming a spiritual energy vortex above its mouth. The aura poured into the turtle's body, and its body shape changed, its body gradually grew, two small horns slowly protruded from the forehead of the head, and two slender fleshy whiskers also grew on the lips.

The biggest change is its tail, which was originally not long, but has stretched to more than two feet long, and the neck end of the long tail has formed a snake head shape, and the long tail is flicked on the back.

At this time, a black thundercloud appeared out of thin air in the space that was not too high, and the red lightning in the cloud flashed, and the thunder cloud formed above the turtle's head. The Xuan Turtle was already psychic, but now that his skills have risen greatly, his wisdom has gradually opened, looking up at the sky and roaring at the clouds.

The long tail was raised, like a large snake standing upright, and the clouds were slightly brewed, and a thumb-thin lightning accompanied by a dull thunder slashed towards the turtle. The turtle opened its mouth, and a column of water rushed out of the mouth, catching up with the lightning, and the lightning was blocked, but the current flowed down the water column to the turtle's whole body without hindrance.

The turtle's whole body was full of electricity, and the turtle has always been known for its defense, and this level of electricity does not pose a threat to it, so it chooses to love directly. The first lightning bolt has not been completely extinguished, and the second lightning has already arrived, and the turtle bubbles it in the same way, blocking the lightning with a water jet and resisting the power of the lightning with its body.

After the third lightning, the clouds rolled for a while, and after about ten seconds, the fourth lightning became as thick as a child's arm, and the turtle obviously felt the difference. It also erected a layer of Xuanshui shield outside the water jet, and the water column could no longer offset the power of the lightning, and was split by lightning and scattered, and the lightning slashed on the Xuanshui shield and penetrated the water shield after a slight pause.

The turtle continued to support the water shield, and after the layers were consumed, the lightning only took 1/3 of the thickness to split on the turtle's back, and the turtle's body sank and stood firmly. The electricity raged for a while, and then the power ran out, and two more of the same lightning bolts slashed.

It was another power condensation of about half a minute, and the Xuan Turtle was also on guard as if it were facing a great enemy. "Boom, boom, boom" Three thunderbolts sounded, and the peaks of the Soul of the Dark Soul in the north felt a burst of panic on the peak in the distance, and the Xuan Turtle in the center of the thunder was even more obviously sluggish.

A silver lightning bolt as slender as chopsticks went straight to the turtle's head at an extremely fast speed, and the turtle came to its senses at this moment, shrank its head, and hid in the tortoiseshell. The head of the snake at the tail suddenly spat out red letters as if it had been given life, and pecked at the lightning at the same speed, which was even faster than this lightning.

The head of the snake pecked at the lightning a hundred and ten times in an instant, and the power of the lightning only decreased slightly, and then it slashed heavily on the tortoise shell. The tortoise shell could not withstand such a powerful impact, cracks appeared, and the snake's head was obviously cut off by lightning, and the triangular snake's head seemed to be a lot duller.

The power of this silver lightning has not been exhausted, and two more silver lightning bolts hit at the same time, and the snake tail of the turtle tried its best to intercept, and finally the entire snake head was cut off in half, and three overlapping silver currents flowed away and eroded on the turtle's body.

The head that had been retracted into the tortoiseshell was now stretched out again, and his expression was full of pain and struggle. Seeing that this spirit beast was so uncomfortable, Bei Ming Xuan couldn't bear it, so he flew forward and stroked the head of the Xuan Turtle with his hand, wanting to share some of the power of electricity for the Xuan Turtle.

The Rabbit Falcon had leaped to the North, his hand had been on the turtle's head, and the silver lightning rushed straight through his hand as if he had found a mouth.

A voice in his ears sounded, "No." ”

But it was too late.