"No matter what your purpose is, don't try to defeat me!"

Qian Ling slowly stood up, her voice echoing in all directions, and the golden ice broke through the ground and surrounded her with endless high pressure.

"What's, what is this?" The monk was frightened, the opponent he thought was not worth mentioning just now, but he hid such potential, and he couldn't stop taking a step back with his feet.

"Thunder and ice. The time is falling. Qian Ling drank.

Surrounded by high-pressure ice, the monk was surrounded by a huge pillar of golden light.

The monk disappeared.

But Qian Ling didn't feel that the monk's aura had disappeared, and she looked around vigilantly.

The monk sneaked up from the shadows, and Qian Ling reacted in time to dodge, standing on her heels, and the two forces of extreme cold and high pressure surrounded her arms.

Fiercely turned into a thunder snake and swept towards the monk.

The monk easily dodged the thunderser's onslaught with a sharp jump, but Qian Ling did not give him a chance to breathe.

"Death is frozen."

All of a sudden, the sky was covered with frost and frost.

The monk paused, after all, he was an old killer of the organization, what kind of scene had he never seen, in the face of Qian Ling's outburst, although he was surprised for a moment, but he immediately remained calm like the ripples of water.

Under this powerful combo, he did not panic.

"Golden Light Buddha Lotus."

A huge golden lotus flower, blooming with holy light, melts the ice and snow of the earth.

Qian Ling is not idle, the next move is ready, "Wheel of Time." ”

Using various moves to disrupt the monk's position is to have the opportunity to use his strongest moves.

The huge roulette wheel, symbolizing death, stretched over the monk's head, and for a moment, he could not move, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"Damn, what is this?"

The monk kept struggling, but he couldn't move, not the slightest.

Qian Ling clenched his fists, and the golden ice that had been scattered by the monk surrounded him again.

"Such an excellent combo, it's very good, little girl, it seems that I underestimated you."

The monk's calm face was unwavering, as if his defeat was undecided.

But Qianling didn't think so, thinking that he was pretending.

Two powerful moves erupted with huge energy in an instant, and the Half-Art Realm was completely destroyed in this terrifying energy.

"Did you win?"

The smoke did not recede in front of him, and Qian Ling fell to the ground due to exhaustion.

No, if you win, this field should disappear.

Qian Ling took a look, the gunpowder smoke that had not dissipated for a long time, in a golden light, walked out unscathed on his forehead.

"This, how is this possible?" Qian Ling couldn't believe what he saw in front of him, after all, the power of the Wheel of Time was obvious to all, and no matter how difficult the enemies he encountered before, as long as he used the Wheel of Time, he would not be able to escape the fate of being destroyed.

Since then, this move has also been considered by Qian Ling to be his strongest move, and it is his proudest move, but he didn't expect that the pride he once had was not worth mentioning in front of this stronger enemy.

"There is nothing impossible in this world, and all possibilities are evolved from the impossible."

The tall and strong figure of the monk stood in front of Qian Ling, however, he did not launch a fierce attack, but taught Qian Ling earnestly like a teacher.

Qian Ling stood up with great difficulty, staring at this powerful enemy, not paying attention to his earnest teachings, but full of vigilance.

"Who are you? What exactly is the purpose? ”

“……”

The monk did not answer, but quietly turned away, "I am who I am, and who is it?" ”

"What?"

Qian Ling covered his chest, spit out a mouthful of black blood, and his eyes were dark, and he fainted.

Meanwhile, Huineng and Wuxiang come to the end of the cave, and suddenly, they regain consciousness.

Everywhere there was a dull darkness, and there was not a glimmer of light.

"Where is this?" The two of them have the same question.

"Little monk."

"Brother Wuxiang."

The two fumbled, and they finally found each other's arms and held them tightly.

At this time, there was a huge vibration on the ground, and from time to time there were screams of women around.

All this became extremely terrifying in this dark and dreary atmosphere.

"Amitabha, it can't be a ghost." Huineng is a child, after all, and has an unknown fear of the legend of ghosts.

Despite this, he still endured his fear, but holding Wuxiang's left hand exposed his fear.

"Don't be afraid, there are no ghosts in this world, some just pretend to be ghosts."

Wuxiang sensed the fear in Huineng's heart, so he shook Huineng's little hand hard.

"If you're really scared, then ......," he said, and Wuxiang took Huineng into his arms.

"Thank you, Brother Wuxiang."

In the warm embrace of Wuxiang, Huineng's fear was indeed alleviated a lot.

"Hehe, it's really a friendship!"

At this time, the strange woman's voice sounded again, and it became clearer and clearer.

"Who the hell are you? What is the purpose of bringing us here? ”

Wuxiang doesn't like to play guessing games with others, so he said bluntly.

"Brother Wuxiang, I'm afraid."

Huineng's fear had just improved, but he was frightened back again by this sudden and chilling woman's voice, this time even more serious.

His body trembled uncontrollably, and even his whole body began to become cold.

"Don't be afraid...... Little monk, your body ......" Wuxiang just wanted to comfort Hui Neng, but was frightened by his rapidly dropping body temperature.

He angrily shouted at the female voice in the depths of the darkness, "What did you do to him? ”

"Haha, don't you know where this is?"

"Where is this?"

"Fear of the Dust, have you heard of it?"

The woman deliberately read the words 'fear of dust' very seriously.

Fear of Dust!

At this moment, an article was flipped through in Wuxiang's memory, and surprise floated on his face.

He was talking to an old man with gray hair.

"Remember, you must not go to a fear called Dust, or you will die here......"

The old man's words lingered in Wuxiang's ears for a long time, and he held his head in his hands, and also showed a look of fear.

The body also showed the same symptoms as Huineng.

In the middle of the sound, Huineng and the two were frozen into ice sculptures.

"Red Aya, is the mission complete?"

The monk waved his palm, like dawn cutting through the night, and the darkness gradually faded.

"Who am I? Of course it's done, what about you? ”

With a wave of the monk's finger, Qian Ling was lifted up by a mysterious force and flew in from outside the cave, and the monk gently placed her next to the two.

"You're so gentle!" Obviously a little dissatisfied with the monk's actions, Hong Aya walked up to him and whispered in his ear: "Don't forget, you are no longer a monk, it is better to put away your boring kindness." ”