ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 128

The temperature around Shuang Chi was getting higher and higher, and a large patch of snow was melting, and he raised his head, his expression was light, but serious, "But you can't kill me." ”

His words are very clear, as long as he doesn't die, he will never want to touch the star refinement.

Jing Yuan raised a hand, smiling amazingly but full of evil, "Although I can't kill you, I can trap you, look, can't you escape my palm?" ”

The falling snow stopped in an instant, and the purple figure disappeared calmly as it came.

The smile on his lips slowly faded, and he glanced at a purple silk thread on the wrists of his hands.

For 400 years, although this man has been sleeping, his ability has never fallen half a point.

Unexpectedly, that day was just a blink of an eye, and he was forbidden by him.

Jing Yuan, you are still as cunning as ever, obviously you haven't seen you for so many years, and you don't even let go of the old time, it's time to set or set, compared to this, Shuang Chi thinks it's not enough.

The sunlight obscured by the clouds shone in again, illuminating an ice-purple barrier behind his fiery red figure, like a wire that enveloped him.

After a loud bang, the edge of the town was immediately crushed by a huge snowball, and the sound of panic was clear in the ears thousands of miles away, and Shuangzhi lowered his eyes, no longer looking, and stood up and walked in the direction of the foot of Shenluo Mountain.

"Do you really think I can't break through the barrier that you've worked so?" His lips were dyed with a resolute smile, and he gently stretched out his palm to hold the silk thread of his wrist, dyeing it with crimson flames, burning the blood thread in his hand that was connected to his arm.

Behind Shenluo Mountain, the man in the purple robe reclined on the bed of ice, and his black hair spread out the bed, bewitching and evil.

In his hand, he played with a thin dead thread, which went around the pale and slender fingertips, and gently played with it.

"Lord, aren't you afraid that he will run away?" The bewitching girl leaned under his ice bed like a boneless, greedily approaching the thing made of the Nine Heavens Ice, raising her head with silky eyes, and revealing naked admiration in her eyes.

She is the spirit beast ice fox that has lived in this mountain for many years, and she saw this beautiful god-like person sleeping in the sarcophagus with her own eyes, and since then this scene is like an imprint into the bottom of her heart, and it has been hidden in his nearest place for four hundred years until he wakes up.

"If he doesn't run, I should have a headache." Jing Yuan smiled evilly, stretched out his hand and stroked the ice fox's hair, "You are smart, you only taught you three days of magic, and you can turn into a human form." ”

"Thanks to the blood of the Divine Beast of the Venerable Lord." Ice Fox squinted in enjoyment, let him stroke the not too long hair on his head, and finally simply turned into his original form, jumped on the ice bed, and nestled into his arms.

It is also an ice attribute, and this Xuan Ice Bed is easier for her to increase her Xuan Ling power than to cultivate day and night.

Jing Yuan didn't seem to care about the ice fox's movements, lazily fiddling with the silk thread in his hand, and after a long time, the silk thread between them broke off with a "poof", and only then did he evoke an indifferent smile.

"Is the Lord happy?" The ice fox tilted his head and rubbed the man's chest and shrugged his cute nose.

"Of course I'm happy......," Jing Yuan narrowed his narrow eyes, turned over and lay down, "My ice silk was planted in his body, and if he wants to burn it out, he naturally has to rely on the beast blood in his body, we live and restrain each other, and it is not easy to ignite the beast blood." ”

The ice fox seemed to understand and licked his paws.

Jing Yuan smiled and gently waved the plush ball beside him to the ground, "Beast blood is not inexhaustible, this time, I don't know if it has ruined his eight hundred years of skill, or is it ...... One thousand, at the expense of self-destruction, I really value that little girl. ”

So...... At this point, Shuangblaze, do you think I can't kill you?