Zhao Zimo didn't look for Wang Yunpeng, this kind of subordinate defeated, if they meet again, they can send him to the west.

After he walked out of the Ice Palace, he looked at the huge Xuanbing Mountain Range and felt a hint of coolness.

And the ruins of Chaoxian Sect are really too big, not to mention that he wants to meet acquaintances, even if he meets enemies, it is even more difficult.

Ice sculptures, ice sculptures everywhere!

At the beginning, the ice sculptures in the Ice Palace were just small demon clans, no matter how big they were, they were only a few feet long, but when they came to the garden, they ...... Well, it should be a completely frozen garden, and I saw that there were many bones of the predecessors of the human race here, as well as some ice sculptures of the demon clan that were dozens of zhang long and nearly a hundred zhang long.

This kind of powerful ice spell is definitely not something that a land immortal can use.

At least it is a monk who surpasses the first grade of the Immortal Dao and reaches the realm of the Immortal to use it.

And the monks of the True Immortal Realm, it is unimaginable, even if they do not ascend, they are also true land true immortals.

Zhao Zimo thought carefully for a long time, his master Li Daochun should be a true immortal realm monk, otherwise it would be too difficult to be the second in the world just by virtue of the immortal realm.

"As for Master's ...... now It seems that there is no cultivation of the true fairyland! "The man in a white shirt was strolling around the Chaoxian Sect, after all, he didn't know that there was going to be a war outside the Chaoxian Sect.

And even if you know......

He didn't dare to go out......

Otherwise, when you go out, you will be tough on the thirteen demon clan sages, isn't this too platinum star going to fight with Brother Monkey?

"There are three ice palaces, this spell is against the sky, not to mention the ice for a hundred miles, this also has to be frozen for three or five miles, and even thousands ......of demon clan sages can be frozen, it's awesome" Zhao Zimo saw the ice sculpture just now, looked at it carefully for a long time, and finally couldn't help but attack it......

He tried to get some essence blood, or scaly bones on his body, etc., but alas...... This spell was too strong, and when he smashed the ice sculpture, the corpse of the Great Sage of the Demon Clan had long since lost its spirituality, and it shattered along with the ice, and he couldn't get anything.

"Hey, it's boring, hey, what's this?" Zhao Zimo wasted half a day and came to a courtyard halfway up the mountain.

He finally found that there was a spiritual spring that broke through the ice, after all, in ten thousand years, if the bottom of the spiritual spring was not frozen, it could also emerge from scratch, but the spiritual spring was not important, but this small courtyard...... It turned out to be an alchemy room!

", Lao Tzu is going to be developed!" Zhao Zimo kicked open the frozen door and ran in with a smoke, trying to find some elixirs, don't care if these elixirs will expire, even if you find a copy of the alchemy cheats of the Chaoxian Sect, you will make money!

"Empty bottles!"

"Still empty bottles!"

"It's an empty bottle again, senior, are you a novice, why are all the bottles containing pills empty?" Zhao Zimo flipped and chattered and turned over and over.

Half an hour passed, and Zhao Zimo found nothing......

And just when he was so disappointed and wanted to leave, he suddenly saw that in the corner of the wall, there was a purple gourd that was not frozen!

And he reached for it with lightning speed.

"Smack!"

He felt that the back of his hand was being slapped hard, so he withdrew his right hand faster, and couldn't help but rub the back of his hand, and even the handprints of his five fingers could be seen.

"Who!" This situation made Zhao Zimo couldn't help but shudder, he quickly turned around and looked back, but there was still a frozen room behind him, the door was open, and on the ground was the door that he kicked and shattered, plus some porcelain bottles that he threw away.

He looked around for a long time, but still didn't find anyone, so he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Zhao Zimo seemed to understand that he should have a heroic spirit behind him, but he couldn't see it, so he arched his hand at the empty house and muttered: "Senior, I am a handsome and kind junior of the human race, and I am a teacher of the Pure Yang Sword Sect, you see that I am so sensible and obedient, let me pick up that gourd?" ”

Zhao Zimo didn't receive a reply, so he took out three sticks of incense, took a deep breath, and waved his hand to light it......

Outcome...... Nobody sucks ...... There are no gods or ghosts to suck ......

He pursed his lips, put the incense stick in the incense burner, arched his hand again, and stretched out his hand to the purple gold gourd with bad intentions.

"Smack!"

"I'm Cao, I'm a pseudo-King Kong realm, you're going to shoot me to death!" Zhao Zimo withdrew his swollen palm, and couldn't help but blow it, and it hurt Zhennyima......

"Let me tell you, you're too much, the elixir, even if it's put in the purple gold gourd, will expire, you can't eat it, and you won't let me eat it, it's too picky, right?"

"Smack!"

"Senior, big brother, I was wrong, can't I not reach out?"

"Smack!"

"I'm Cao, I didn't stretch out my hand, why are you hitting me......"

"I'm sorry, I'm used to ......"

Zhao Zimo's expression at this time was like this, the ghost or the heroic spirit, not patting other places, specially patted his right hand, at this time the right hand was swollen, it was even more miserable than his fists and swords......

Especially when a voice suddenly came, he couldn't help but look behind him, but he didn't even see a ghost, but just as he turned around with a sigh of relief, a handsome young man just crossed Erlang's legs and blocked in front of the purple gold gourd......

Zhao Zimo swallowed his saliva, stared at the young man with wide eyes, and couldn't help but ask, "Senior?" ”

"Huh, what's the matter?"

"The gourd?"

"My ......"

"That...... I am your descendant, I am a human race, a pure innate Dao body, the kind that guarantees the liver of the human race to death! ”

"But the gourd is mine!" The handsome young man rolled his eyes, as if he didn't want to look at him, changed his posture again, and looked out of the door with his cheeks back, he glanced at the broken door on the ground, and frowned slightly.

Zhao Zimo hurriedly said: "Senior, I will repair this door for you, and it must be repaired!" ”

"No!"

"Alas......" The white-robed young man sighed and sat on the ground, as if he didn't plan to leave without getting the gourd.

"What are you sighing for?"

"I want a gourd, if you don't give it to me, of course I'll sigh!"

"But the gourd is mine, why should I give it to you?"

"Big brother, you've been hanging for 10,000 years, is it hard to keep a gourd and still use it?"

"Who said I was dead?" The handsome young man stood up and looked at him condescendingly.

The corners of Zhao Zimo's mouth twitched: "Don't pretend, I heard that someone will forget how they died when they die, the memory is preserved in the past, why bother, dust returns to dust, senior, you disperse early, right?" ”

"Smack!"

"I'm ...... Day"

"Smack!"

Somehow, the young man who was beaten N times, his eyes seemed to start to shine.

Because...... It's really painful, Zhao Zimo hid his right hand in his arms, and he can still be beaten, this bastard in front of him is simply inhumane!

And at this time, the handsome young man pouted and said: "I am the instrument spirit of the purple gold gourd, why should I die, the immortal magic has not frozen me, and it is not normal to live for 10,000 years?" ”

"Machine spirits?" Zhao Zimo couldn't help but stand up and looked at him carefully for a while.

"The answer is correct, but it's a pity that there is no pill reward!"

"Is it difficult to answer the question, can there be a pill gift?" The little Taoist priest seemed to forget the pain, smiled, rubbed his hands and asked.

"It's a pity...... No! ”

"Uncle Jiling, give me two golden pills, I'll go and overturn the demon clan, okay!" Zhao Zimo had completely lost the lower limit at this moment, and knelt directly under the robe of the machine spirit master.

"Roll ......"

"Ouch, you're fucking kicking?"

"Yes, I've never seen such a cheap human ......"

"I'll fight with you!"

"Bang bang bang!" There was a crackling sound, which seemed to be a battle, but it was a one-sided crushing bully.

"Woo...... You're done, you're finished, I'll go to my master, my master is Li Daochun, you're done. Zhao Zimo was fat, his handsome face was already swollen into a watermelon head, and the whole person had almost become a ghost.

His nose was bleeding, his eyes were watery, and he was wiping his uncontrollable saliva as he desperately wanted to leave......

It's a pity that he forgot an important thing.

You can't pretend to be too forced, especially if you're defeated, you can't talk and find someone.

So a new door appeared in front of him, and the handsome young man walked towards him with a smile on his face......