Huo Ling'er thought that he would die in the ice and fire of the Void Cold Valley, but unexpectedly, God arranged it in the dark, and before he could breathe, he rescued Xi Mutong back to the Ice Palace. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He didn't care about dying in the hands of Xi Mutong, anyway, his life was given by her, but he couldn't forget Xiangli, and hoped that before he died, he could fulfill her entrustment and try to wake up the dead demon king with the brain waves that still had vitality.

Xi Mutong was confused by the illusion in front of him, and saw that he really used caracal annihilation as a threat, and confirmed that he was hopeless, and his killing intent had been decided.

As a delaying tactic, she first appeased him, "Huoling'er, you finally came to the world once, most of the time, but you are in a state of wandering spirit, I know that you are unwilling." Mr. Feather Wind is dead, a mindless corpse that will be of no use to you. If you are willing to leave the Lotus Pond, I promise to escort you out of the Ice Palace. No matter where you want to go, just name the location, and I will make it happen for you, don't you think? ”

Huo Ling'er heard the sky and laughed wildly, and after laughing, she turned straight and said sharply: "You, a duplicitous evil woman, think that I am not as smart as Ji Xuanyuan, so you treat me as a three- or two-year-old child, it's really shameless!" Fools know that if I take one step away from this pool, you will kill me, and dare to coax me to say that you want to fulfill my wish? Don't say that I'm seriously injured at this time, even if I'm unscathed, I'm afraid I'm not your opponent. In short, it is death horizontally and vertically, so why not use the body of your sweetheart as a pillow and dissipate with him? ”

As he spoke, his wrist slashed at the hard jade stone on the edge of the masonry pool, and the golden red blood suddenly oozed out. Although the fire and blood can no longer boil as in the past and can melt all things, once it is injected into the lotus pond infused with Xuantian water, the cold mist that protects the caracal body from burning will dissipate. If he takes the opportunity to wade through the pool and hold the caracal, he can really dissolve with him.

Xi Mutong guarded the Burning Ice Palace for a long time, in order to accompany the caracal forever, how could he watch him be destroyed? Jiao shouted, raised the broken yuan bow, as long as the fingers flicked down, the golden lightning would go straight to the fire bell, hitting his Yuan Shen scattered, and there was no possibility of reincarnation.

These two people, one wants to spill the residual blood on his body, and the other wants to stop it with the Broken Yuan Bow, seeing that Huo Ling'er is about to die in the Ice Palace, disappearing between Caracal and Xi Mutong.

At the last moment, the roof of the Burning Ice Palace, which was so tall that it was difficult to see at a glance, swept a scorching silver light. The light was so intense, but it was definitely not from the sun and the moon, and the two people on the blue jade steps could no longer care about the matter at hand, and they were busy covering their eyes.

"Who? Do you have the ability to trespass into the highest mountain in this demon tomb, the most secret Ice Palace? Xi Mutong hid his face behind the gauze sleeve as quickly as possible, but he couldn't help but ask in surprise.

The silver light swept quickly, and her mind did not turn slowly, and she immediately began to analyze what kind of mysterious light it was.

The Burning Ice Palace is located in the towering cold mountain behind the main hall of the Tomb of Despair, blocked by the severe cold, and it is difficult for the sun and moon to shine in on weekdays, and the candles lit around, even if they increase by a thousand, it is impossible to reach the brightness just now. She thought for a moment, then asked herself in surprise: "Could it be that this sweeping is the mirror light?" ”

With the answer out, she became more and more convinced that she was right. After the strange silver light swept away, the originally bright lights and candles of the Ice Palace dimmed with comparison.

She couldn't wait to put down her sleeves, looked up at the top of the temple, and saw an illusory breach in the air that resembled a mirror, but not so smooth, like water waves constantly floating.

The rim of the breach was shrouded in green mist, and it was so hazy that it was difficult to discern what it was.