Click...... There was a soft sound.

Ling Tiansu's pupils suddenly widened!

The flames that continued to swell in front of him like an inextinguishable lamp were suddenly extinguished by the pitch-black ice.

With an extremely harsh "snort", Ling Tiansu's pale face was swallowed up by the darkness.

The golden flame in front of the palm of his hand suddenly seemed to be blown out by a wild flight, leaving only a little starlight and fire, like the last trace of struggling light under the boundless darkness.

Ling Tiansu's fingertips tingled with a heart-piercing pain, like a cold cone being nailed into his fingertips at the other end, and the pain spread from his fingertips to the bottom of his heart almost instantly.

For a moment, a sharp roar like a demonic purgatory sounded in my head, as if it was about to penetrate my eardrums!

Ling Tiansu gritted his teeth, knowing that the cold ice had spread rapidly to the very close front, and he swallowed the muffled snort of pain that was about to come out.

His eyes were locked on the little glow that was about to be extinguished, his brows furrowed deeply, and he bit the tip of his tongue fiercely without thinking, and the taste of blood spread rapidly in his mouth.

Ling Tiansu had blood in his mouth and spurted out.

The blood of the orangutan was poured on the golden spark that was about to disperse like the best ignition oil in the world.

Teng!

The brilliant golden flame, like fireworks, burned again with a brilliant light.

The firelight forced the pitch-black ice back a few points, and the countless faces of sinners on the ice were roaring silently, and in the reflection of the golden firelight, it really seemed as if they were experiencing an infernal hell.

The corners of Ling Tiansu's mouth were still dripping with blood, but before the blood could fall to the ground, it was illuminated by the golden fire.

Then the drop of blood turned into a flame and melted into the light of the fire in front of it.

Under the overflow of firelight, the cold ice on the opposite side was also intercepted into a thick ice wall, and in the pitch-black ice wall, countless grimaces were twisting and merging, and finally there was not a single grimace.

But under the ghost aura of Sen Ran, a spider magic phase was condensed, and the ice slowly broke out with hideous teeth.

That spider magic phase has eight scarlet eyes, each of which is very similar to the eyes of the Jimo spider yin, and it can't help but be terrifying when you look at it!

Ling Tiansu raised his eyes and glanced at the eight eyes indifferently, and raised his palm to shoot it on the table again!

Like beating the drums of war, a dull roar sounded in the ears of the two, and under the clapping, a blazing wind of fire was struck.

The spread of the fire was also reorganizing and condensing, and in an instant, a two-tailed fire fox stepped on the fire wave and roared on its head.

Under the scorching golden flame, there was no trace of demonic energy, but instead gave people a sense of sacredness that was difficult to describe.

The thick ice on the top of the table dissolved and turned into a puddle of black water, which was burned by the blazing flames and turned into black mist before it could fall to the ground.

And the wide metal black table, without the freezing of the ice, could not withstand the two terrifying pressures above, and cracked, scattering into twisted iron pieces on the ground.

And the cold tea in the pot has long been half boiling, half frozen, and shattered to the ground.

The palms of the two of them had no desktop support, and the ink spider withdrew the palm into the sleeve with a blank face, and the broken palm remained the same.

And Ling Tiansu also had his palm at the same time, but the palm was already blurred with flesh and blood, and his sleeves were dyed red.

And the hideous demon spider magic form and the sacred two-tailed fire fox all scattered between the two of them.

Ling Tiansu looked down at the two puddles of water under his boots, and said with a low smile: "Awesome." ”

Jimo Spider's expression was still indifferent, he put his hands in his sleeves, glanced at Ling Tiansu lightly and said, "But I underestimated the son." ”

From the very beginning, he only used thirty percent of his strength.

It wasn't until after a short fight that he gradually began to have accidents, and he slowly increased his strength to fifty percent.

But now that fifty percent of the strength has passed, the other party is still sitting there steadily.

Ling Tiansu raised his head to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said: "This is also because Your Excellency did not stop in time, otherwise, I am afraid that I will really lie down." ”

There was a sharp knock on the closed door of the temple, and it was Jimo Lanze.

"What happened to Uncle Huang?!"

Presumably after the bath, I still don't feel at ease after changing my clothes and coming back.

Jimo Spider Yin ignored the movement outside the hall, and without his permission, Jimo Lanze naturally couldn't dare to break into the door directly as rudely as he did when he was in Baiyun Pavilion.

He looked at Ling Tiansu quietly and said, "The prince can indeed see the hopeful hope in him. ”

Ling Tiansu got up slowly, patted the slight wrinkles on his robe, and then picked up the two corpses under the direct gaze of the other party, and took a deep look at Jimo Spider Yin.

He didn't ask the other party more if he agreed to his conditions, and with a confident smile on his face, he strode away.

With a creak, the closed door was slowly opened by Ling Tiansu, and with the light of the blood-red light, he looked at the slightly pale faces of the Seven Imperial Maidens outside the door.

She looked at him with a stunned expression: "You...... Are you alright?"

Ling Tiansu looked at her with a smile in his eyes, maybe she had just bathed not long ago, with a faint scent of soaphorn flowers on her body.

The wet black hair was casually draped behind her shoulders, and a few strands of hair in front of her forehead were half-dried to cover her eyes a little, still dressed in a gentlemanly and masculine style, with a long and jade body.

Under the shroud of strange lights, the slightest ghost yin aura surrounded Xu is body gave people a sense of shadow and ghost.

"Look at what Your Highness said, as if he wanted me to die in it. ”

The undisguised teasing words made Jimo Lanze slightly unhappy.

She frowned slightly, took two steps back, and said coldly, "Since it's okay, then go down and bury your friend alive, right?"

Ling Tiansu didn't mean to talk to her more, so he left the corridor and went to find a quiet place.

Jimo Lanze took a deep look at his back, and a strange feeling inexplicably rose in his heart.

But I didn't know where that feeling came from, so I had to frown deeply and walk towards the main hall.

"Uncle Huang?!"

As soon as she entered the main hall, she looked at the ground as if she had experienced a great battle, and couldn't help but exclaim.

As soon as she took two steps forward, she smelled a strange and familiar breath, and her eyes couldn't help but widen, and she said incredulously: "Cold Hell in the Cold Nether?! Uncle Huang, you actually used the Cold Netherworld Hell ?!"

As if he suddenly realized something, Mo Lanze's gaze suddenly became vigilant, he looked around sharply, and said with a cold face: "Could it be that there is another intruder who doesn't know whether he is alive or dead......

Halfway through her words, her complexion suddenly became extremely ugly, and she muttered to herself: "Could it be that there is something wrong with the Song Ying I brought here......

In the main hall, only the person she brought has been alone in the main hall with the imperial uncle, although it feels a little unrealistic, how can that guy be qualified to let the imperial uncle use the cold hell.

Cold Hell is a kind of ice attribute technique that Jimo Spider Yin comprehended when he was suppressed and sealed in the Black Water Ice Prison for more than 100 years by his clan.

It was a kind of yin practice that her father, the Yin Sha King, was afraid of.

The ink spider covered her lips and coughed repeatedly, and the earthworm-shaped agitation marks on the forehead horns became more and more obvious and hideous.

Ji Mo Lanze's face changed greatly: "Uncle Huang?!"

"It's okay, he's fine. Ji Mo Lanze waved his hand slowly, and black blood stains were faintly visible in his palm.

"Can this be called okay?!" Ji Mo Lanze met him with heavy eyes, and supported him with one arm worriedly.

But he was relieved in his heart, since Uncle Huang said that there was no problem with that kid, then he naturally had no problem.

But so...... Who wounded him like this?

"You don't have to look at me like that, it's just some old wounds, but the kid is right, he can cure me with the power of the curse. ”

Jimo Spider is arrogant and withdrawn, even if it is his own niece, he obviously does not want to accept her concerns casually, so he indifferently avoided the palm she was holding and said lightly.

Ji Mo Lanze's outstretched palm froze slightly, she looked down at the broken iron on the ground, and said in a low voice: "Since this is the case, then I will be polite to the disciples of Shahailou in the future." ”

Jimo Spider pondered for a moment, and said: "Meng Qixuan's three-day deadline for Yan You is about to expire, and the black magic spider silk thread in my body cannot be used, and I need to heal well in the past few days, and I must not be disturbed by the outside world." ”

Jimo Lanze hurriedly said: "Uncle Huang, don't worry, with Lanze here, those two invaders can't make any huge waves." ”