As the Djinn-Clan rushed into the canyon, he picked up the core in his hand and slashed at the eerie bones and broken armor on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, he cleaned up nearly half of the bones in the canyon, and then the soldiers of the Quartet followed him and began to clean up. Soon, a canyon of several hundred feet was stranded in the air, and there was not a single thing left. At this moment, the Djinn people paced towards the fifty people lined up side by side on the stone platform.

At this time, the circle of resentful spirit qi on their bodies was being sucked away by the ghost general. Seeing this scene, the Djinn clan waved his arm and roared angrily, "Kill."

Then dozens of people rushed towards the stone platform like fierce tigers, and a rumbling sound was heard, and then the soldiers of the Quartet were shocked and flew back. I saw a ghost general who did not hesitate to let his body annihilate and the danger actually launched a counterattack.

The giant spirit clan wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, shook his hand vigorously, and said angrily: "Continue to kill", dozens of generals jumped up violently and rushed towards the stone platform again.

Rumble! There was another earthquake, and the entire stone platform was violently shaken. At this time, another ghost general was vaporized, and he abandoned his virtual body to protect the others.

Seeing this scene, the Djinn clan also admired the bloodiness of these ghost generals very much, but now that the two armies are facing each other, there is no sympathy, only killing, he raised the kernel in his hand again, and roared: "Kill."

Dozens of people rushed towards the stone platform like mad tigers, and this time they temporarily divided into formations, so that the ghost general who came out to commit suicide could only deal with one wave of people, but let another group of people rush in.

Boom! A series of explosions exploded from the stone platform, and then the smoke filled the air, and the Djinn people walked out with fifty armors, and there were five or six Quartet soldiers beside him.

Together, they walked to the bottom of the stone platform and lifted up the hard-hit Quartet soldiers, and they would not have succeeded in their sneak attack without which ghost general they had finally led away. So everyone thanked them and hugged each other. Savor the joy of victory.

At that moment a dark shadow pierced into the valley, circled around the stone platform, drew a slender sharp knife and was about to run. But he was stopped by the giant spirit clan with a wave of his hand, he was not a bystander, it was the cowardly Unified Sect elder, before he refused to come together to kill the ghost general, but now he took the initiative to run out and grab something.

Elder Guiyi smiled and said, "Venerable, this matter can be regarded as a contribution of our Guiyi Sect, the old man only takes this one thing, and the rest of the armor belongs to you, how about it?" ”。

For Elder Guiyi's brazenness, everyone looked at him with disdain. After thinking about it, the giant spirit clan rushed to the Guiyi elder and hugged his fist and said, "The elder said that it is right, this matter does also have the credit of the elder, since the elder likes that long knife, take it away."

When Elder Guiyi heard this, his face was overjoyed and he said, "Venerable is really a good person, and you will need the old man's help in the future", after saying that, Elder Guiyi jumped up and rushed to the void and disappeared without a trace.

Looking at the back of Elder Guiyi, the Giant Spirit Clan shook their heads helplessly, if it weren't for the fact that their vitality was greatly damaged by the battle just now, how could they give him a Dao weapon in vain.

The Djinn people immediately gathered around the soldiers in a hurry and began to heal. They were all badly injured, and although they had large white mucus, it took several days to recuperate.

At this time, the Djinn Clan walked towards the fifty battle armors, and they were worried, and said in their hearts, no wonder the strange elders didn't pick these battle armors, they were so huge, how could they take them out?

Even if the Djinn Phantom could take more than two dozen pieces after the phantom body, the rest still couldn't be carried.

The Djinn Clan thought for a while, and finally his eyes swept over the soldiers of the Quartet Clan, and he suddenly had an idea.

He picked up a piece of armor and asked one of the soldiers to put it on, and at first the soldier was a little flattered and didn't dare to accept it. But when he heard that everyone had it, he happily put on the armor, but the armor was too large, and after he put it on, it was like finding a house for himself, and he couldn't move it at all.

At this moment, the Djinn clan slashed the soldier's arm with a wave of the kernel in his hand, and a stream of blood splattered on the armor. The soldier's expression was stunned for a moment, and then he understood the intention of the main general, and he stared at the armor with curious eyes, only to see that after absorbing his own blood, it became a little transparent, and finally disappeared. When he looked down at himself, he somehow put on a new and bright armor, and it was the perfect size, as if it had grown on top of his skin.

Seeing this, the remaining soldiers of the Quartet Clan finally couldn't bear it, and stepped forward one after another to accept the gifts from the Giant Spirit Clan. In the end, they all put on new armor.

But this was also a gift of more than two dozen pieces, and more than half of them could not be distributed, and the Djinn people asked people to drag those unconscious Quartet soldiers up one by one, and let them help them cut their fingers and drip blood on the battle armor, and finally they all wore the battle armor.

Now there are only four pieces left, and the Djinn people themselves have the Silver Dragon Spiral Protector without armor, so he put these four pieces on his body and prepared to hand them over to his master for disposal.

"Brother" The delicate and condensed voice reached Yan San's ears, and he didn't admit or deny it. Now although he is not as resistant to Nangong Blue Butterfly as he was a few days ago, it is still a little difficult for him to fully accept her.

"Brother, what exactly are you doing? Why do you need so much space power, do you have any secret injuries? Nangong Blue Butterfly poked her head out of the gap in the basket and stared at Yan San with an extremely concerned expression.

"No.... It doesn't seem to have anything to do with you," Yan San glanced at her with indifferent eyes, and then leaned into the basket and locked it.

Nangong Landie stared at Yan San with lost eyes, and said with a long breath: "Brother, if you don't forgive your sister, your sister doesn't blame you, but you must promise your sister to go home and take a look at your mother."

The corners of Yan San's mouth twitched slightly when he heard this, but he didn't say anything.

"My mother is a very kind person, she is for you....".

"Don't say it, I'm Yan San, not anyone from Nangong, and I won't go back to the Nangong family with you" Before Nangong Landie finished speaking, Yan San interrupted her and roared angrily.

Nangong Blue Butterfly Mu Ran shook her head, snorted slightly and sobbed a few times, and then she was silent.

Although it was quiet outside, Yan San's heart was still turbulent. In Yan San's heart, he longed for a loving mother and a majestic father, but all this was within reach, and he didn't want it anymore.

How many brothers of the Quartet clan are stained with the blood of the Nangong family.....

Especially their unscrupulous way of doing things to achieve their goals made Yan San ashamed. He didn't want to accept such a parent and sister ....

Now Yan San is extremely depressed in his heart, and he just wants to escape from the real world quickly and find a beauty in the picture scroll. She may be the only one who understands herself.

In the painting, the beauty is pruning the flower branches in the flower garden, and her every movement is so graceful that Yan San is fascinated.

The beauty raised her head, wiped the fragrant sweat on her forehead, and showed a sweet smile at the sky, that smile had a kind of power that pierced through time and space and pierced deep into the depths of Yan San's soul.

In order for the beauty to maintain this beauty and happiness forever, he must quickly make deductions and understand all the changes in the spirochetes of this world.

Although he had already controlled most of the changes in the spiral in front of him, Yan San always felt that what he knew was still very small, and he had no control or prediction of what would happen in the future in the painting. Fortunately, the change of the picture scroll has become slower now, and at least for a month or two, the life of the beauty will be as calm as ever.

Yan San picked up a few more individual spirals and released them into the painting, he could now almost know from the deduction of the spirals the purpose of this spiroche, so he could release them with peace of mind without the need for beauties and experiments.

This spirochete regulates the temperature change during the day, so that there are very regular changes in the world of the painting scroll in the morning, noon and evening.

There is also one to make the sound of flowing water softer and more melodious.

A few days later, the beauty sat alone by the stream, her feet lapping on the water, but there was a melancholy on her face. This kind of melancholy Yan San has seen it more than once, and he knows that the beauty lacks freshness in her heart. Although the new world is more complex and full of adventure than the previous paintings, after a long time, the beauty will still get bored.

For a long time, Yan San couldn't fold out living things, not even an insect or an ant, he couldn't do it. But Yan San still wanted to try it once, and under the continuous folding of his hands, a colorful butterfly appeared in the palm of his hand, which was the same as a real butterfly in terms of appearance and details. But when Yan San's palm was released and the butterfly floated out, he couldn't feel the reality of being there.

I saw the butterfly spin in the air like a piece of paper until it fell to the ground like a leaf. Only motionless, such butterflies are like petals and streams around them in the eyes of beauty, they are decorative objects.

Yan San stared at the depressed beauty, and he made up his mind to go to the chaotic space again, this time he had to find a way to bring the butterfly back to life no matter what.

Yan San's mind turned back to reality, and he was about to look down at the ghost mirror, but at this moment, he was stunned by the shocking scene in front of him. I don't know when he has been taken by the white-bearded old man to a giant ice palace. It was a palace of ice on a grand scale. The top, bottom, and left and right are all made of giant ice blocks. It is about hundreds of zhang high and dozens of zhang wide. With such a behemoth, it's hard to imagine how the builders could have built it using so many giant ice blocks.

The ice cubes are combined from top to bottom, like a natural crystal, reflecting a dazzling light. Standing in front of the Ice Palace immediately gives people a sense of suffocation and depression.

Syllable! Just as Yan San stared at this huge ice palace with stupid eyes, one hand reached into the frame and lifted it inside, and then Yan San felt that his feet were hanging in the air, and countless ice crystal stone steps slid rapidly in his eyes, and finally when they rushed to a flat hundred-zhang ice field, he was thrown heavily to the ground.

The cold at his fingertips, as well as the perennial snow around him, made Yan San feel the chill here. At this moment, the white-bearded old man walked up to him, bent down, stretched out his hand and clasped his neck with five fingers, and said, "Boy, put your hand in."

Yan San was forced to turn his head and saw that there was an ice hole on top of a huge ice block. I saw that the hole was the thickness of a middle-aged man's arm, and there were countless cracks around it, as if it had been severely impacted.

Yan San was dragged to the opposite side of the ice cave, and at this time, Yan San's eyes saw that there seemed to be a broken knife in the cave. The blade was deeply dented in the crevice of the ice cave.

Yan San hesitated for a moment, and his arm was immediately grabbed by the white-bearded old man and stuffed into the ice cave with force. Yan San immediately felt that his arm was immediately invaded by a cold air, and soon he lost the sensation of his entire arm. After that, the cold invaded, and half of his body stiffened.

At this moment, the white-bearded old man shouted anxiously: "Boy, do you really want to die? If you don't want to die, hurry up and run the Remnant Sword Technique."

Hearing this, Yan San subconsciously activated the Remnant Sword Technique, and soon he and the Remnant Sword grew together, and his right hand began to tremble violently, and then he felt a warm current gushing out of the Remnant Sword, circulating along his right meridian, UU reading a book.com His arm also regained sensation little by little. After that, he felt that the remnant sword seemed to be merging with something, and because it was connected to the remnant sword's bloodline, Yan San could sense any change in it.

The white-bearded old man rushed to Yan San's side again, grabbed his wrist, and pulled it hard. Suddenly, a puff of white smoke rushed out of the ice cave, Yan San's arm shook off a lot of ice and snow, and the last complete long sword appeared in his line of sight.

The remnant sword from before is now complete! Yan San stared at the long sword in his hand in surprise, and before he could come back to his senses, he was dragged by the white-bearded old man to climb up the higher stone steps of the Ice Palace.

Yan San didn't know what the white-bearded old man wanted to do, but he felt that the white-bearded old man was extremely familiar with everything in the Ice Palace, and it wasn't like the first time he came here.

When the white-bearded old man took Yan San to turn left and right, and finally found a palace gate blocked by a huge ice wall from behind countless icicles.

The white-bearded old man slapped him on the shoulder, pointed at the ice door with his hand, and said, "Boy, go and smash it with the long sword in your hand."

Yan San didn't know why, and stood motionless. At this time, the white-bearded old man reached out and grabbed his neck and said, "Boy, don't play tricks on Lao Tzu, hurry up and do it, otherwise Lao Tzu will slaughter you now."

Yan San was stunned for a moment, and then realized that the few meridians that he had originally sealed had already been completely unlocked. He was finally free, but he didn't dare to flee under the watchful eye of the white-bearded old man. He could only comply, picking up his long sword and slashing at the ice gate in the air.

But listening to Weng Ming, Yan San took a few steps back, his arm was numb, and he was looking at the ice gate on the opposite side, but only a small crack was cut out.

"This ice gate is too stiff, isn't it?" Yan San stared at the ice gate opposite with a stupid expression.

"Boy, why are you stunned, continue," the white-bearded old man glared at him viciously.