The speed at which the ice qi spread was like lightning, and Yuan Fengqing was frozen in the ice in an instant, and the whole person was like an ice sculpture, unable to move. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

And in the ice sculpture, Yuan Fengqing watched the woman in front of her have a hideous smile on her face, and her skin and flesh turned into the face of the weasel spirit inch by inch, and she could only lament in her heart: she is still too weak, and she can't even escape a move in front of a thousand-year-old weasel spirit.

I couldn't help but despair in my heart, only to feel that the ice sculpture trapped in her was constantly emitting an incomparably cold air, gradually penetrating along her skin into the flesh and blood, and the blood vessels in her body were condensing into ice at a speed she could feel, once the blood vessels in her body were frozen, that is, when she died!

At this moment, she really felt that the footsteps of death were so close, so close!

At the last moment, Yuan Fengqing saw that the weasel spirit in front of him suddenly stiffened, and his face was distorted, as if he was in great pain. And behind her, there was a tall blood painting, there was still no expression on his face, but in the palm of his right hand was lying a round bead that was constantly emitting red light, and that bead was the monster's inner dan, and it was also the storage device of all its cultivation!

The weasel spirit was caught off guard by the blood painting from behind, took away Neidan, his distorted face seemed to be frozen, his body shrank rapidly, and he instantly turned into a small weasel, lying on the ground with his breath dying, motionless.

The cave in front of him immediately returned to the dark and damp cave house it used before, and sure enough, it was still an illusion.

As soon as the weasel essence's skill was broken, the ice sculpture on Yuan Fengqing's body also exploded into countless ice chips, she let out a long breath, and hurriedly used her spiritual power to dissolve the blood vessels in her body that were condensed by the cold qi.

After solving his own problem, he suddenly remembered the safety of Qing Yang and the others, Yuan Fengqing hurriedly looked back, fortunately, the ancient tree in the cave was still there, and Qing Yang and the others were still tied to the tree, so he put his mind at ease, and was about to step forward to rescue them, when he suddenly remembered the blood painting, remembered the previous incident, and couldn't help asking, "You have found this monster before, haven't you?" The one who walked with me wasn't you, just a phantom? ”

The blood painting that was refining the inner dan in his palm said disapprovingly, "Yes, that's just a doppelganger of the deity, if you don't have to drag this monster's attention, how can I sneak into the cave and sneak attack her?" ”

It turned out that he had been looking for the weasel spirit alone since he broke the phantom door, and he actually made a clone to play with himself, so angry that Yuan Fengqing was full of black lines, and his volume unconsciously increased, "What about just now?" You knew I was trapped by illusion, but you deliberately waited until the last minute to show up, did you? ”

Seeing that the red inner pill in his palm was getting smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared in the palm of his hand, Blood Painting raised his eyebrows in satisfaction, looked at her and said, "You should thank the deity for saving your life." And don't forget your ten-year lifespan! ”

When Yuan Fengqing heard this, he was so angry that he trembled, but he had no choice but to grit his teeth, suppress his anger, and turn around to save Qingyang and the others.

But the waterhole next to the ancient tree was still more than ten meters away from the ancient tree, and when Yuan Fengqing just raised his breath and was about to fly over, he heard the sound of blood painting behind him, "Don't blame the deity for not kindly reminding you that the water in the pool is a thousand-year-old poisonous gas forced out of the weasel spirit, once you touch half a drop, your life will be over." ”

"Don't worry about it!" Although Yuan Fengqing was shocked in his heart, he refused to admit defeat on his face, and after reprimanding him, he carefully calculated the distance and made sure that it was foolproof before jumping over.

However, she still underestimated the weasel spirit, the venom in this pool looked like a pool of stagnant water, and it would not flow, but when she leaped up, countless water droplets suddenly rose into the air and surrounded her, and the speed was as fast as lightning, and there was no time to dodge.

Yuan Fengqing was shocked and had to go backwards, and when she landed, those water droplets also fell into the pool, and she didn't take advantage of the situation to chase after her, it seemed that as long as she didn't cross the pool, she wouldn't take the initiative to attack!

But Qingyang's five people are still tied to the tree, she can't help but go over to save people!

The anxious Yuan Fengqing frowned and thought about it, and his eyes fell on the weasel on the ground.

The yellow-haired weasel was lying on the watery ground at the moment, his eyes were foggy, and he was looking at her pitifully.

It is indeed pitiful that the thousand-year-old cultivation was ruined, but Yuan Fengqing is not an easily deceived child, and he will not fall for her way, and he has heard that the weasel is the most good at using his eyes to confuse people, so that people are subject to it, and he is careful to avoid its gaze, and reaches out to hug it.

Since the poison was made by this weasel spirit, it shouldn't attack the owner! Yuan Fengqing thought about it and felt that it was feasible, so he held it and flew towards the opposite side of the waterhole again.

Blood Painting didn't say much about everything she did, just looked at her lightly.

This time, Yuan Fengqing's guess was correct, the pond poison did not send out any attack, and after she landed firmly on the thick roots of the ancient tree, she hurriedly put down the weasel in her arms and untied the vines bound to Qing Yang and the others.

The reason why these vines were attached to life before was only because of the weasel's spell control, and now that there are no spells, they all turn back into ordinary vines, which are not lethal.

After Yuan Fengqing rescued Qing Yang and the others, she took a long breath and carefully probed their pulses, fortunately she was only unconscious, and she was not poisoned, so she took out a small porcelain bottle from her arms, opened the cork, and released an extremely unpleasant smell from the bottle, she frowned and threw her head back, straightened her arm and aimed the mouth of the bottle at the tip of the nose of several disciples one by one.

Watching Qing Yang slowly open her eyes, Yuan Fengqing was overjoyed, she just put away the porcelain vase in her hand, but she felt a chill in the back of her head, something rushed towards her, and she was so frightened that she instinctively flashed to the side, but the thing pounced on Qing Yang, who had just woken up, and choked his throat!