Sanskrit kept sounding, going all the way down the back of Xiumen, and pulling out his wolf hair several times in a row. It hurt so much that he jumped to his feet, and he used his spiritual power to stab into Sanyin's body with all his strength. Fanyin's body gradually felt weak, and the tingling sensation gradually pierced into the ice armor.

"It's not enough!" Fanyin gritted his teeth and said secretly in his heart, "It's still a little close!" With a hard struggle, more than ten wolf steel blades at the wolf's tail were uprooted by Fanyin again, and blood was dripping. Hearing only a snort, the wolf tail of the door was whipped over and hit Fanyin's waist hard.

"Gaba" broke with a sound, although the sound was small, but it shook the hearts of everyone in Dongling. The ears of the four wolves who were repairing the door sharpened, and the sound of the break made him suddenly boil. Then a few more whips were swung out, and the roots were drawn on Sanskrit's body.

Finally, a heavy chisel landed. Sanskrit was smashed on the ice, blood spurting out of her mouth. She opened her mouth slightly, the cold weather, I couldn't see the mist coming out of her mouth, her body was already as cold as this extreme cold. She stared at the sky with dilated eyes, and there was pain in the palm of her hand, which was injured by the wolf's mane that had been plucked from Xiumen's back.

"Actually, I don't eat human flesh on weekdays, but today, I'm determined to eat your meat! Let me also taste you, a "wild ghost" who is not a human or a ghost, whether it is meat or ice on your body!" As he spoke, Xiumen slowly walked in front of Fanyin. lowered the two bronze wolf heads, looked at Sanskrit Yin, who was like a waning moon, and grinned wildly.

Xiumen looked at her for a long time, as if admiring. The crimson blood of the human ran down the corners of Sanskrit's mouth, flowing across her white neck, and into the half-exposed silver collarbone.

Xiumen suddenly snickered, and the wolf's mouth pressed against Fanyin's delicate face, and the fishy breath spewed out and said, "How do you want to die?" "Do you want me to fulfill you?" Shumen began to laugh maniacally again, and it took a long time before he stopped. "I can eat half of you first, and then let you die of wolf poison, okay? You can't see him dying of poison, but I can help you get a taste of his wolf venom, which is almost like dying together. How sweet it sounds, you say, how can you thank me?"

"As I said, he will die if he drinks some of my saliva, and you will do the same, let you taste it now. Xiumen said, his head fluttering left and right, like a pug shaking his head and tail, unable to control it, and rejoicing. His bronze-sized head hung down again, and poisonous saliva gathered in his mouth, falling on the ice drop by drop: "I promise, you and your man taste the same thing, it's very good!"

The wolf's head of Xiumen became lower and lower, and the wolf's teeth almost touched Fanyin's icy skin. Suddenly, a cold streak passed through the mane of Xiumen's neck. He paused, and the two wolf heads looked at his neck in unison. I saw that his body suddenly stiffened, and the wolf head hurriedly looked around him.

"What are you looking for?" a cold voice sounded, and the ears of the four wolves who repaired the door suddenly became excited.

He turned his head sharply to look at Fanyin, only to see that Fanyin had stood up silently, right in front of him. Fanyin raised her arm, wiped the blood from her lips, and looked down at her sleeves, which were really hurt.

Xiumen's lush mane was like the waves of the sea, his face was hideous and trembling, his fangs were bared, and his anger was rising.

"I ask you what you're looking for. Fanyin raised his eyes and asked again, his words full of condescending and contempt.

"You!"

"This?" Fanyin raised her right hand between her eyebrows, Ling raised her eyebrows, and gently opened the last three show fingers, and the ice-white sharp cones growing from her fingertips made people shudder, as if they had a feeling of being pierced into the bones, and with her sharp appearance at this time, there was an indescribable charm.

I saw a thing between the fingers of Sanskrit, through the sunlight, it was extraordinarily bright, like a pearl-sized turquoise brilliant stone. Xiumen's eyes suddenly converged when he saw this thing.

"It's really this thing that made you shape. Sanskrit whispered between words, his chin raised slightly, and he looked at the jewel-like thing, "This thing...... Unlike ......" and "red gold stone" were swallowed by Sanskrit, Beitang Muxi reminded her not to mention the red gold stone to any outsiders. Fanyin glanced at the cultivation path with his eyes, "Is it possible, you wolf clan can also cast spirits? Refining your green eyes into this thing? Or is this thing also given by the spirit?"

"Bring it to me!" Shumen growled.

"Take it?" Sanskrit glanced at him and sneered. With a wave of his fingertips, he grabbed the turquoise stone. Xiumen flew towards her, her head roared, she leaned over, her legs exerted force, and she jumped to one side.

Fanyin's palm suddenly exerted force, and with a loud shout, a powerful cold sheng spiritual power burst out, and a wave of ice-white qi suddenly shook in the air, and the cultivator retreated back again and again.

Just listen to the "click". Xiumen stopped abruptly to look, and Fanyin spread his palm to him, and a handful of rubble flowed down from Fanyin's palm.

"You can't get it back, idiot. "Sanskrit sound faintly said.

"Idiot!" that is what Xiu Mi and Xiu Yan usually call when they call Xiumen, and when Xiumen heard this, his eyes were split, and he was furious, and he rushed towards Sanskrit at full speed.

"Don't call me a fool! You damn bug! Give it back to me!"

Sanskrit Yin didn't dodge anymore, his hands were sharp, and his ten fingers were like cones, and he attacked towards the cultivation door. Separated from the wolf claw that had already jumped up, he swirled and slashed, and Xiumen's left front paw was cut out by Fanyin's fingers. Immediately after that, Fanyin punched heavily on the wolf face of Xiumen, and her bones were like ten thousand years of ice, like the hardest weapon in the world. It hurt to repair the face.

Sanskrit jumped and stepped on the second wolf head of the Xiumen, jumping on his neck. At this moment, Xiumen screamed, only to see his second wolf head spinning rapidly, becoming smaller and smaller, and instantly retracted into his wolf gills, and there was no trace.

Just when Xiumen was panicking, Fanyin raised his knife and stabbed into the wolf's neck of Xiumen. When Xiumen Deng, he was in pain like an electric drill, and his heart was horrified, which was far more painful than the previous Sanskrit sound pulling out his wolf. He stopped thinking about his head and tried to throw the Sanskrit sound off his back.

He concentrated his spiritual power and collected all the power of the wolf in his body, and the wolf in his neck suddenly stimulated it with all his strength, stabbing at the key point of Sanskrit.

Sanskrit clenched her teeth, but her hands were still not pulled out, but pierced deeper and deeper. Xiumen was in pain, and he tried his best to get rid of the Sanskrit sound.

Hearing his roar, the whole person jumped up in the air, and the wolf became sharper and sharper, rooted in the vest of Fanyin's waist and abdomen. Fanyin only felt that her ice armor was about to crack, and the pain in her heart spread through the ice armor.

She endured the pain, and with more force, she clenched it in her hand, "Hold it!" She riveted her strength, and with a slash of her hands, Xiumen's vertebrae were clutched in her hand, and the ten-fingertip cone pierced into his bones.