A cry of pain came from the Ice Giant's body, and the Ice Giant's huge body trembled, as if it was enduring great pain.

Zhong Wudao flew down and landed on the ice and snow at the giant's feet, quietly looking at the ice golem that was trembling more and more violently, without saying a word.

The ice golem struggled for a long time, and finally slowly quieted down, her huge body gradually shrunk, and finally shrunk to the size of a normal human body, that graceful posture, charming face, blue skin glowing with crystalline light, it was the same as Yan Xue's appearance.

"Snowy Ancient Demon Yanxue, thank you for your awakening!"

The snow turned by the ice and snow giant actually bowed down towards Zhong Wudao and spoke softly.

"Hahaha! The old man's ice puppet has become perfect, the old man ...... Wrong! ”

Zhong Wudao's face changed greatly, his body instantly retreated, his eyes looked at the crystal woman in front of him, and he spoke in a trembling voice.

"You have the mind, you ...... You've got all three souls! That snow demon is your remnant soul! You lied to the old man! ”

Yan Xue did not pursue, but glanced at Zhong Wudao and spoke again.

"Back then, he and you destroyed my whole clan and sealed it away from me, if I hadn't split my soul and come out, how could I escape his pursuit. It's a pity that you didn't listen to him, and you actually wanted to turn me into a puppet, and even lifted his talisman to seal me, so that my three souls were reunited today! ”

When Zhong Wudao heard this, he remembered what the man had said to him, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he knelt on the ground and whispered to himself.

"Am I wrong? No! What he can do, I can do too! He's a peerless talent, and so am I! I don't accept it, I don't accept ......"

Yan Xue smiled lightly, looking at Zhong Wudao's gaze flashed with a trace of contempt, she casually picked up a piece of flying snow and waved it towards Zhong Wudao.

The snowflakes were light, but they flew straight towards Zhong Wudao, who was kneeling on the ground, as if he had fallen into madness, and was unaware.

"I'm not convinced! You're better than me everywhere, and if you can do it, so can I! Me too! ”

Zhong Wudao suddenly stood up, raised his head to the sky, and roared wildly, ignoring the snowflakes that were already on his side.

Yan Xue looked at Zhong Wudao, who seemed to be crazy, and was about to step over, but was suddenly blocked by Zhang Xiaoluo, who was carrying an ice coffin.

"Will you help me wake up Miji?"

Since Zhang Xiaoluo found out that the person in the temple was not Zhong Wudao, he knew that the Wheel of Yellow Springs could not revive Miji, and even if he was resurrected, Miji would become a human puppet, which was not what Zhang Xiaoluo wanted.

He pondered for many days, and finally thought of borrowing the huge body of ice and snow under the temple, borrowing the infinite vitality that had been sealed for many years and immortal, so that there was a glimmer of hope for the former Miji to awaken.

"This seat is willing to use this reincarnation body to awaken my sister in this life, and use the cause and effect of this reincarnation!"

Before Jimma could speak, suddenly a solemn voice came from behind Zhang Xiaoluo. Jimma looked up and saw that it was Fanhai.

"Brahma Hae, my man, you ......"

"This shrine!"

Shen Di slowly stopped beside Zhang Xiaoluo, looking at the former lover who seemed to have endless words to confide in him, the cuffs of the emperor's robe were lightly raised, and the snowy royal city that had been turned into ruins, as if going back in time, quickly changed back to the appearance before the collapse, and those ice sculptures that had not yet collapsed and shattered quickly melted away, turned back into the original slaves, and began to get busy

Come, it seems that he has no idea about the transformation into an ice sculpture.

As the Snowy King City was restored to its former state, the huge ice gullies in the entire Snowy Land, the collapsed Acropolis City, the fallen temples, and the countless wailing and shouting people of the Snowy Land were also restored to their former appearance.

"My Hao, don't you remember me? I'm Cher, I'm ......"

Tears welled up in Jima's eyes, and she whispered to Van Hai as she stepped forward and leaned gently into Van Hai's arms.

Shen Tu didn't dodge, he waved his sleeve again towards the snowy canopy. The snow disappeared, and a bright star dome appeared in the vast snowy sky. Jima lay quietly in the arms of the gods, looking at the snowy star dome as beautiful and peaceful as once with her lover with tears in her eyes.

Three days later, the Snow Wolf Cavalry Guard of the Snowy King City went to the Sixteen Cities of the Snowy Land to announce the order of the King of the Snowy Land, the god of the Snowy Domain, and the candidate for the Snowy King was a little girl of about seven or eight years old a year, named Miji.

The first queen of the Snowy Lands sat on the high throne in the Snowy King City. And the Grand Priest of the Snowy King City sitting beside the queen was actually a woman dressed in green clothes, as crystal as ice and snow.

Zhang Xiaoluo left the snowy region with Zhong Wudao's head, and he no longer wondered if this person was Zhong Wudao. Miji woke up, and the rest didn't matter.

On this trip to the snowy region, Zhang Xiaoluo's biggest gain was not that he could get the points of the case investigation hall again, but that he had a cause and effect with the god of the underworld.

People who are in the same vein of yin and yang attach great importance to cause and effect. Zhang Xiaoluo once had a cause and effect with the other party because of the knock of the female ghost who was pulled out of the ghost teeth, and he was promoted to the cultivation of the Yin Yang Heavenly Master, but this cause and effect ......

To severely punish Liu Yifan? Zhang Xiaoluo doesn't have any extravagant hopes. Let's not talk about the gap in cultivation, but Zhang Yu, my little daughter-in-law who is married to Yin, can't spare him.

What's more, the plan to rely on Lao Zhangtou to end the matter was also declared bankrupt due to Lao Zhangtou's mysterious disappearance.

Zhang Xiaoluo has faintly felt that he really doesn't seem to be a human being, so what is he? Where did it come from? He was anxious to find his master, and wanted to ask about this.

At the same time, after experiencing many things in the snowy region, Zhang Xiaoluo no longer wants to experience the heart-rending and almost crazy pain of watching the people around him leave, but he can't do anything about it. And he secretly felt that if something happened to someone he cared about, this person was likely to be the old man who had not heard from him for a long time!

Zhang Xiaoluo stood at the junction of the snow and the wasteland, behind him was the cold wind of the snowy region mixed with countless snow chips, but in front of him was the mountain wind of the wasteland that was filled with the faint fishy smell unique to the wasteland.

He took a deep breath of the mountain wind, which was filled with the fishy smell of the poisonous miasma of the swamp that had not seen the sun all year round, and it was mixed with a slightly sweet smell of blood.

Zhang Xiaoluo narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a little thought, he rushed in the direction where the smell of blood came from.

In the depths of the wasteland, which was full of dangers, Sikong Lie was rushing forward at a rapid pace. Sikong Lie is a disciple of the Wasteland Daomen, he has been in the Daomen for nearly ten years, and he is already a leader among the younger generation of the Daomen. He was born in the Red Witch Clan of the Wasteland, one of the three veins of darkness, red, and white, and is also one of the most famous ethnic groups among the Wasteland tribes.

Sikong Lie was extremely embarrassed at this time, and most of the black sweatshirt on his body was covered in blood

It was dyed red, and it was a large dark purple color because the blood had dried up. He had a sword wound on his back that went from his left shoulder to his right waist. The wound turned outward, and as he ran wildly, strands of blood spilled from time to time, soaking his entire back.

Sikong Lie bit his lips as he ran wildly, his right arm, which seemed to be covered with a layer of black scales, drooped limply, swaying back and forth from time to time as he ran.

Not far behind Sikong Lie, a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a pale cyan robe was following. The Taoist priest held a wooden sword in his hand, and from time to time looked up at Sikong Lie, who was fleeing like a lost dog, with a hint of pleasure on his face, and chased after him unhurriedly. From the Taoist priest's leisurely look, it can be guessed that he does not seem to be doing his best, but is playing with Sikong Lie, who has been seriously injured, like a cat playing a mouse.

As the shocking wound on his back continued to flow blood, Sikong Lie's face became more and more pale. Although his speed had not slowed down, he knew that he could not hold on for much longer, and if he died of blood loss by then, it would be better to fight with the people behind him now.

Sikong Lie finally stopped, he leaned his back against a big quagmire, tore the clothes on his upper body, twisted them into a strand, tightly clamped the wound behind his back, and faced the Taoist priest chasing behind him.

"Xuanxin, you robbed me Qimu first for no reason, and you still want to kill me, do you really think that your Maoshan can cover the sky with one hand?"

Sikong Lie knew that today's affairs were no longer good, and he asked in a deep voice to the Taoist priest opposite while thinking about the way out of the predicament.

"Sikong Lie, don't pretend, you must have also received a summons from the sect, so you rushed back to the Daomen in such a hurry, right? Our sect has started a war with your Daomen, and those who see the Daomen will be killed! It's just that you're unlucky enough to run into me. ”

The Xuanxin Taoist priest seemed to be casually playing with the small wooden sword in his hand, while looking at Sikong Lie, who had become a trapped beast, and the smile on his face was even better.

Zhang Xiaoluo, who was hidden not far from the two, was slightly stunned when he heard the words of the Taoist priest named Xuanxin.

"Maoshan and Daomen are at war? Seeing that this Taoist person seems to have the upper hand, and Na Luo Lidong is a person in Mao Mountain, so it is inconvenient to embarrass the Taoist priest. But this person is embarrassed by the people of his own sect, this ......"

Zhang Xiaoluo groaned slightly, then hid his figure again and continued to listen.

"You Maoshan imprisoned my Daomen young ancestor first, and my Daomen ancestor declared war on your sect, it was your sect that ignored the friendship of the four sects and provoked a war for no reason, and today simply let go of the battle to report the sect!"

On Sikong Lie's crippled right arm, the black scales covering the entire right arm actually began to wriggle, and the black scales had fallen off Sikong Lie's right arm in the blink of an eye, falling to the ground and condensing into a ball, and finally transformed into a hideous bull beast.

"Sikong Lie, the blood in your body is running out, right? At this time, you can also conjure a thousand machine beasts, I admire you a little. But at the end of your crossbow, you also want to fight for my life? Ha ha! ”

Xuanxin sneered as he threw the wooden sword in his hand into the air. The wooden sword was strong in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it had turned into a three-foot green blade, the sword light was cold, and there was a faint sound of a low sword roar.

Sikong Lie's eyes shrank, and he stretched out his hand to point at Xuanxin, and the black bull beast covered with scales actually lowered its head and gently bumped into Xuanxin. As the bull beast rushed forward, a huge bull beast phantom appeared in the void behind Sikong Lie, and it also swooped down and crashed into Xuanxin.