The old man suddenly felt that the whole world was dark. The heart is clogged and hurts. You can only subconsciously open your mouth. Gasping for air. The mood collapsed. Breath suddenly and extremely disturbed." Poof." A mouthful of old blood spurted out uncontrollably. Look at the blood spilled on the ice sculptures. The evil old man didn't believe it and touched it with his hand. How come. How can it be.

Sure enough, none of the qiē in the world can be controlled. Even if you have the strength, you can't do it. Is there going to be another tragedy from 10,000 years ago? No. No, it won't. Definitely not. Even if you fight for your own life. Never let this happen once.

Murong Yi, who was cultivating, suddenly felt a cold aura that had been calm outside. Irregular and continuous fluctuations. This smell is familiar. It's not Yi'er. It's the master.

And the breath is extremely disturbed. Injury to internal forces. If you can't say it well, it will damage your cultivation. It can't be that Yi'er has an accident. Or the master has an accident

I was suddenly panicked and couldn't control my mind. The spiritual power that was about to end in the body was instantly chaotic. In Murong Yi's body, all kinds of rampage. It's too late to take it back. The rampaging spiritual power in his body caused Murong Yi's heart to be damaged." Poof..." Squirt out a mouthful of blood. Straight and fainted on the ground.

Looking at Shui Yi'er who has lost signs of life. And go crazy. Murong Yi, who has a damaged heart. The old man collapsed in an instant. Hair begins to lose color in large patches. Less than a minute. The black black hair had turned snow-white. It looks very glaring in a field of ice and snow. Inky headband on hair. It's like a show of power entrenched in the high ground. It looks so discordant...

The old man sat down on the cold ground in a dejected state. Let the cold air around you press directly into your body. He didn't use any spiritual power to defend himself. Quietly stroking Murong Yi who was lying on the ground. Look at the red blood at the corners of his mouth. The old man put his hand on his pulse.

Feel the heart that still beats unremittingly. The old man sat up straight in an instant. Use spiritual power to channel and suppress the spiritual power that runs rampant in the body. Repaired the damaged meridians. I just don't know when he'll wake up. Once the mind is charged, then there is really no way back.

put Murong Yi, who had fallen asleep, on the ice bed on the side. Suddenly feel a sudden drop in body temperature around you. Hurriedly used spiritual power to wrap himself and Murong Yi. But I still feel extremely cold. Here's what's going on. Why is it so cold all of a sudden?

Kindness. Yi'er is Bing Lingjing. It's not that Yi'er can't suppress it. It's going to break out. No way. Absolutely not. Then there would be no hope of survival. No way. I'm going to find my junior brother. Smashing the pot and selling iron is also going to get the resurrection pill.

Just when the evil old man was about to rush out of the ice room. The entire ice room suddenly snowstormed. Scraped so much that the whole person couldn't stand. The evil old man pulled Murong Yi who was blown away. While holding the side of the crystal coffin with his hand. Although the crystal coffin is now an ice coffin. It's a heart-rending pain when you catch it.

It's easy to stabilize my figure. A large area of ice began to form around me. The water freezes and the evil old man has seen it. But this is the direct snow that freezes directly into ice. Falling snowflakes. It directly became ice crystals. The lethality of the smash is 100%.

There's nowhere to hide in this ice room. The smashed body hurts and hurts. In desperation. The old man could only gather the spiritual power from all over his body. On your own head. It's so easy not to get smashed. There is not much spiritual power left in the body. The cold wind swept in everywhere. The evil old man shrank into a ball in an instant. it. That's too much energy, isn't it? The Demon Lord who has cultivated for tens of thousands of years can only take care of one of them. I don't care about the second one.

But. Yi'er is right. If you don't die, you won't die. If only this Ice Crystal was really still in Liji's body. That's not a danger. But now. This is the case. I'm dripping my mother. Can anyone explain?

In the cold of the wind, the evil old man did not move. It's not that I don't want to move. Rather, they can't move. There are large ice bumps on the head. There's nothing on your body that can keep you out of the cold. It can only be shrunk into a ball.

On the verge of freezing to death for the evil old man. The water in the thick ice finally reacted. In an instant, he opened his eyes full of blue ice crystals. One broke open the thick ice with all his might. Everyone is reborn from the fire. Yourself this belongs to being frozen.

He let out a long breath. He wears a blue armor and ice robe. Like the goddess of ice and snow, she stands in this world full of ice and snow.

A stretch of hand. The mixed blizzard has completely stopped. Surrounded by hailstorms. I felt that there was no foreign object falling on it. The Heavenly Evil Old Man immediately withdrew all his spiritual power to his body to keep out the cold. Hmm... OK. It's a lot warmer...

A demon like this who doesn't care about his ass. It's a shame to say it.

When I saw Shui Yier in front of me, she had a pair of beautiful blue eyes. Just look at yourself when you look at it. The evil old man almost didn't believe his eyes. She didn't die. She broke the ice and was reborn.

Shui Yi'er looked at the master in front of her in a daze. In the world of ice and snow. That harsh white. and the very discordant black headband on the head. Reached down and took it." Master. Your hair." How did the master change after sleeping on his own?

Although there is no change in appearance. But that silvery, white hair. How to look how dazzling. Or don't look back. Let's dye it back for the master. looked at Murong Yi in the master's arms. Shui Yi'er squatted down. Look at the blood that remains at the corner of the mouth. A bad premonition slipped through my mind." What's wrong with him?"

"He's gone mad. But I've got all his body repaired. He's just in a deep sleep right now. So. Now it's time for him to wake up." The old man didn't want Shui Yi'er to worry. Just said something superficial.

Shui Yi'er took out the resurrection pill that Ji Luobing gave him from his arms. Stuffed into Murong Yi's mouth. Use spiritual power to channel him to swallow.

Ji Luobing said. This pill. Not only can it be brought back to life. It can also increase cultivation. Repair damage all over the body. In short, it doesn't hurt to eat it. That's right, master. If you have time. A few more pits from Uncle Xiaoshi. It's good to put it around and eat it as a quick heart-saving pill. Or you can get the recipe back from him."

The old man nodded. Indicates that this can be tried.

Shui Yi'er came up with all kinds of bad ideas towards the master. The little uncle who was far away in the underworld was lying on the desk at this moment. Watched by Ji Luobing. Dealing with all kinds of texts, lying on the table and sneezing several times.

And then with a little look of resentment. Looking at Ji Luobing beside him." Lao Ji. Are you secretly scolding me?"

"Hmph. I scolded you for being secret. I've been pointing at your nose for a long time and scolding. I've said it at least a hundred times. Don't call me Lao Ji." Ji Luobing protested dissatisfiedly on the sidelines.

"Knock knock... Brother Luo. Hitomi. Eat." Came and knocked on the door. With an extremely immature voice, he called out to the two adults who were busy.

Ji Luobing got up and tapped Wen Juntong's head with the judge's pen in his hand. I can't finish it. No eating."

"Woo woo... How so. People are going to starve to death." Wen Juntong grabbed the corner of Ji Luobing's clothes that was about to float away. began to play all kinds of tricks.

Ji Luobing really wanted to kick it over. But I'm afraid of people who are stupid by nature. What should I do if I am more stupid when I am kicked by myself. In that way, in the end, it is you who suffers.

Those who hate iron do not make steel grit their teeth. Said fiercely." Sell less moe. It's just a text jiàn. You can't handle it."

"But if you're not with me. Then I won't be able to handle Wen Jiàn at all." Really. Don't let me eat. I won't let you eat it either.

"Okay. All right. I'm with you. You hurry up. Otherwise, it will be cold in a while." Ji Luobing couldn't stand the ass and sat on the ground. Very unfigurative fan. I'm so angry.

"Oh yes." Wen Juntong picked up the last copy of the text and began to read it carefully. Bingbing. How do you say that?" Holding a pen and pointing at the person on the text. Asked Ji Luobing, who was already angry on the side.

"You're Hades." The judgment is yours. You ask me what I'm doing.

"Oh..." Seems to be a very aggrieved voice. I want to ask for your opinion.

"It's done." Wen Juntong threw the text in his hand there. Very happily lying on the table.

Kick the door directly from the outside." You two haven't eaten yet. I've already warmed it up twice."

"Eat." Ji Luobing kicked Wen Juntong fiercely. As if to eat him in his stomach.

Wen Juntong did not receive this signal at all. It's very hypocritical to twist on the side." Wow. Xiaoice's eyes are so hot."

Inside the ice room. Shui Yi'er waved her hand. The enveloping cold disappeared in an instant. The flowers and plants have regained their former vividness. There is no ice. There was no cold. Master Li Ji is still lying in the crystal coffin. Old man, Murong Yi put it on the jade bed beside him. Let him fall asleep quietly. The two of them left the Demon Realm.

Mo Qianyin really collapsed and lay on the ground. With two small accusations on the side." Your heartless daddy. Must have eloped."

Xiao Wenchen protested on the sidelines. They definitely have something to deal with. I didn't have time to come back."

Little Meat also chimed in." That's it. Mom will definitely be back. Because I didn't have anything good to eat with my uncle."

"Heh... Meaty, you really think highly of me. I also want to eat good things. But I really don't know how to do it. Otherwise. How could I be weak like this." Mo Qian lay on the table. It's obvious that it's written on the face. I'm sick. I need special care.