Ling Xuanluo rushed to Zhili Mountain with the divine soldiers, but because the temperature between heaven and earth continued to rise, he was worried that the ice coffin had melted, and he couldn't wait, so he had to take the first step. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The ghost district was afraid that after he saw Xi Mutong, he would impulsively untie the coffin, and he would tell him again before he was relieved to let him leave.

Ling Xuanluo galloped like lightning, and after a while, the fragmented mountain had appeared in front of him. When they came with the broken flute, what they saw in their eyes was the beautiful scenery of the snow-capped mountains covered in snow, and now, the holy white of the entire torture mountain is gradually receding, and the palpitating, dark and dull primary color is being restored layer by layer.

It's no wonder that even if the mountain is made of Xuantian water, it can't resist for a long time when it encounters such an unusual high temperature.

From the Xuanyuan Mountain near Mobei, to the Jiluo Mountain in the middle, and then to the current South Zenith, along the way, there is no difference between the north and the south climate, and it can only be described by the word "hot". Even though there was still snow left on the mountain, Ling Xuanluo stretched out his hand and tried to expose a small piece of skin in the sun, and the skin was quickly roasted, revealing the red flesh under the skin.

He hid himself with his armor, and when he looked into the distance, he saw that the silver cloth that once wrapped the entire mountain peak was only a white spire, and the location of Xi Mutong's ice coffin was exactly on that spire.

After all, it is Xuantian water, if it is replaced by ordinary ice and snow, I am afraid that it has already melted away, how can it last so long?

Ling Xuanluo breathed a sigh of relief and said to himself: "Aunt Ji is a natural person, and fortunately, thanks to the black heart of Jinshu Sheng, you have to hang her as high as possible, so that she can be fine." ”

But after thinking about it, nothing is just temporary, even now, that bit of ice will disappear at any time, he must fight against the clock, and he must snatch her from the mouth of the eagle-beaked bat before the ice coffin melts away and Xi Mutong slides out.

Thinking of this, he didn't dare to just look and not move anymore, kicked the Jiao Qiu violently, and galloped to the top of the mountain and came to the location of the ice coffin.

However, what about the ice coffin? Where did Xi Mutong's sleeping ice coffin go?

He was stunned to see that between the two mountains where a huge ice curtain had once formed, there was now only a large square hole, and around the hole, snow was dripping down the smooth edge of the ice, accumulating into the big hole, turning it into a pool of ice that could be submerged in the whole arm.

This surprise was not trivial, he covered his heart tightly, and subconsciously looked around, how could he find her somewhere else?

"Auntie, where are you, auntie?"

He shouted, but except for a few hawksbill bats that flapped lazily twice, all that was left was his echo, which reverberated from mountain peak.

"No, it's impossible for my aunt to leave the ice coffin on her own, she can't leave at all! In this case, someone must have stolen the ice coffin!"

One hundred thousand rushed to arrive, but Xi Mutong was missing, and on a hot day, Ling Xuanluo actually felt the blood in his veins coagulate in an instant, making him shudder.

How is this possible? Even an alien like Nangong Xiang doesn't have the ability to unlock the spell of the Immortal Clan, let alone that this spell is set up for prisoners in the Fragmented Mountain, so who is the person who robbed the coffin? and where does he come from?

Although he was anxious, Ling Xuanluo still forced himself to calm down and analyze the possible whereabouts of the ice coffin. There are only two people who know the spell to release the prisoners, one is the Ghost Circle, and the other is the current Immortal Head Jinshu Saint. Apart from the two of them, there is no third party.

The ghost area is on the way here, there is no reason to quietly transfer Xi Mutong before this, then the only suspect in this coffin theft must be him!