In the early morning, the air exudes a refreshing and pleasant smell, and after a good night's sleep, you wake up early in the morning, simply freshen up, feel refreshed, and prepare to cook a few breakfasts.

When he opened the door, he raised his head, squinted his eyes and took a deep breath, looking satisfied and intoxicated.

"The weather is so good, brother!"

Full of happiness turned into panic, Ding Dong staggered a few steps to the bottom of the tree, and reached out to hug Thirteen Lang's legs.

"Peng!"

A circle of faint ripples flickered, Ding Dong's body was bounced away, and the thirteen langs in the circle had a blue face, covered in thick frost, and his beard and hair were all white. Not only that, but his skin was chapped, his hands and feet trembled, the roots of his forehead were beating wildly, and the sweat kept oozing, oozing and immediately turning into ice. Looking closely through the ice, there seemed to be red glows in its flesh, flowing back and forth along the skin, and the feeling of a swamp of mud in the place it passed through was stiff again in an instant.

If it weren't for that layer of red light, Thirteen Lang would have frozen into ice, and even the Yuan Shen would not have been able to escape.

Three feet around, the earth was frozen and hooked with runes, and streams of breath that could be seen by the naked eye circulated in it, and the speed was extremely slow. The fat chubby man was lying on the pyre, his eyes gurgling, his expression worried and anxious.

"Brother, brother, this, what's wrong!"

Hearing Ding Dong's cry, Thirteen Lang reluctantly opened his eyes and smiled, smiling with ice flowers on his face.

"It's good to practice in two days. ”

"Practice?"

I don't know why, these two words sounded familiar to Jingle Bell, and his mind quickly returned to his eyes, pulling out his legs and running outside.

"What are you going for?"

"Look for Sister Ayu. ”

"Don't go!"

Thirteen Lang let out a loud shout, his mind was lost, and the cold qi instantly broke through the defense line, and he almost couldn't even close his mouth. After taking a few breaths and adjusting for a moment, Thirteen Lang said with difficulty: "Sister Ayu can't help. ”

"That. What should I do then!" Ding Dong trusted his brother's judgment unconditionally, and his heart was desperate.

"Don't worry, I can solve it myself. ”

After thinking about it for a while, Shisanro realized that he had to give Dingdong something to do, and ordered, "In this way, you can help me pick some chili peppers." The spicier the better, add ginger to make a thick soup"

"Got it!"

Chili pepper belongs to fire, ginger drives away cold, such a simple reason I didn't expect it, Ding Dong slapped his forehead and complained that he was stupid, while rushing to respond, pulling his legs and leaving.

Before leaving, he remembered something, and Ding Dong turned around and said, "Brother go to the house first."

Thirteen Lang waved his hand, pointing to his side and then to the sky. said: "The peach tree is a fire, and the sun is coming out." ”

Belch. Clankling came to his senses and rushed into the house, packed up all his clothes, and carried them back to the yard.

"It's all here, brother put it on. ”

“”

Shisanlang hesitated for a moment and said yes.

Loosen the ban and jingle steps forward. Smell it again and stop drinking.

"Stop!"

Shisanlang stretched out his hand to shake off the ice flower on the ground, and said in a slow voice, "Just throw it over." ”

Ding Dong did as he was told, and threw his clothes into the array. Silently, tears rained down, and quickly became icy.

The loosening of the ban inevitably leaked some breath, and she had already realized how thick and terrible the cold was, and she almost collapsed with panic. What she didn't know was that she realized that the bottom was only one in a billion. The real cold is not what you see, but what you are blocked from within the red rays.

The formation is closed again and again in an instant, the inner primordial god, the outer true fire, and the outer body is shielded by the formation. The triple level locks the icy aura and prevents it from leaking a bit.

A yin demon freezes for thousands of miles, and now it can only expand to three zhang, and it can't be traced, don't think about it.

After a long time, Ding Dong wiped away the tears on his face and asked stupidly, "Is this winter?"

Thirteen Lang paused, didn't know how to explain, and said casually: "It's a harsh winter." ”

Ding Dong read it in his mouth, and he seemed to be able to feel the bitter cold contained in it from the words, and his expression was puzzled.

"Why is Yan Dong chasing his brother?"

Hearing such a nonsensical question, Shisanlang smiled bitterly at first, and then thought of something, and his smile slowly returned to brightness, like a sunny day.

"Running away from the harsh winter is spring. ”

Winter is spring, yes, it's not easy to do.

According to the plan that Jin Wu instructed and Thirteen Lang also agreed with, he needed to find the Xuan Ming Qi, understand it, be familiar with it, and then try to dissolve it, control it, and even use it for his own use. This works in principle, there is extreme cold in the extreme yang, and the extreme cold is accompanied by the extreme yang, and the golden crow likes to absorb the flames the most, and the favorite food to eat is actually a snake, which is cold.

The truth works, but it's completely different to do, and because he was in too much of a hurry when he went home, Shisanro found that not only did he underestimate the power of the Yin Evil, but even the expression of the Golden Crow was insufficient.

This can't be blamed on it, just imagine that the golden crow is accompanied by tens of thousands of yin evils, and it is just a matter of saying that it is powerful, specifically what Cheng dù is so powerful that each one is really embarrassing. It's like everyone knows that ants are fierce when they are in a swarm, and few people can say how effective one or two are.

Entering the wind and sand layer, just out of the scope of Haoyang's influence, the aura of Xuan Ming suddenly attacked, and Thirteen Lang almost froze to death on the spot is not a description, it is really almost frozen to death!

The body is condensed, the primordial spirit is stiff, and even the soul is difficult to move at all, if it weren't for his own crisis sense of cultivation and death, and the response is also fast, then the god will be destroyed, and there will be no more Mr. Thirteen in the world.

There was no longer the idea of sparing strength, the primordial god roared and the mana was fully opened, and the majestic fire wave immediately counterattacked; in the battle, Thirteen Lang soon found that it was not at all what he could fight against now, even if he could support it, and his mana was far from enough to consume.

Walking fast, it's too late to even turn back, so I have no choice but to hold on to the spot, hoping that Jin Wu will notice it in time and then fish him back to the sun.

The house leak happened to rain overnight, I don't know if Jin Crow deliberately, or if it was really tired from fighting against Yin Sha for a night, so he actually let Thirteen Lang leave, regardless of asking.

At that time, an ice lump in the wind and sand slowly grew, and the thirteen langs inside went all out, struggling, and couldn't see it.

Two things happened at the same time, helping him escape.

At that time, it was almost early in the morning, and sure enough, according to what Jin Wu said, the yang energy of this world turned vigorous. Although the aura of the underworld is not yin, its origin is the same after all, so it is a little dormant.

This alone is not enough, the Xuan Ming is based and has entered the flesh and blood, which is completely different from the original appearance. At this time, another change occurred in Thirteen Lang's body, and an external force came.

It's not a golden crow. Without direction, it is like a seed growing out of thin air, not much, but extremely tenacious, extremely strong, and endless. Not only that, that power was obviously a few levels higher than Thirteen Lang's cultivation, although it was not as close to the origin as Xuan Ming, but it was not much different.

The seed comes wonderfully, and others don't know it. Shisanlang recognized it at a glance: it was the power of the mad spirit!

The mad spirit was indeed much more than the Golden Crow, not only could it send him in, but it could even provide supplies. Thinking of this, Thirteen Lang sighed a lot of emotion while calling for luck, secretly thinking that the mad spirit was not doing things authentically, and he should have informed him before he came in.

At that time, he didn't know that at the same time, at the same moment, above the star leaky abyss. The expression of the mad spirit, whose body had reached 800 zhang, changed greatly, and his body was full of stars rolling like waves. The body that had been growing all this time stopped and even began to grow shorter. At the same time, Thirteen Lang, who was holding his head down, trembled all over, and an extremely cold aura spread from his body, almost freezing the hand of the mad spirit.

Above the head, the yin and yang pattern vibrates endlessly. Sometimes it gets bigger, sometimes it gets smaller, sometimes it fluctuates, sometimes it cracks, and it can collapse at any time.

"Xuan Ming Qi! What's going on!"

I don't know what's going on, the mad spirit is shocked, and I can't figure it out anyway. Thirteen Lang has only just entered less than a day, how can he provoke Xuan Ming.

Could it be that he had already found the way of heaven and fought with it?

That's not the end of it!

I didn't have time to think about what was going on, the eight hundred zhang mad spirit roared in a deep voice, one hand grabbed thousands of rain threads, pressed the hand on the top of Thirteen Lang's head and urged it again and again, and the vast mana rolled through;

There is the first one, there is the second, then the third, then the fourth

"Huh!"

The mad spirit noticed this scene, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and after thinking about it, the urging force became more and more compact and continuous.

In this way, it could be seen above the Nine Heavens that the whirlpool that had been transformed into the Land of Wild Spirits was shrinking at a visible speed.

In this way, if someone in the realm soul stares at a high altitude, they will find that the world is getting bigger, and the speed is extremely slow.

One big for one small, the big and the small are completely disproportionate, hundreds, thousands, or even thousands can be exchanged for one. It's like the contrast between the power conveyed by the mad spirit and the power obtained by Thirteen Lang, and the nine cows take one of the dimes.

Few people know about these things, and Shisanlang himself doesn't know, how dare he think about it at that time, he hurriedly grabbed the life-saving straw and counterattacked.

The counterattack was difficult, but after all, the situation was stabilized, not only that, but with the help of that force, Jusan Lang was extremely lucky to complete the first step and find it.

Xuan Ming doesn't seem to be able to be called qi, it should be called Cun zài. It is like a black light, but it is only a feeling, and the eye cannot see it; of course it is cold, but it does not seem to be cold, but it releases cold; it moves, and when it moves, there is no shadow, and there is no way to find it; at this time it does not want to move, because there is an opponent who is equal to it, and it is dragged hand and foot.

Seeing this, Shisanro understood that if there was no mad spirit and wanted to solve the problem with his own strength, it would take a hundred years to find it alone.

There is a fish in the water, and people can't find it, so they can be lured by casting bait, and there is a wolf in the mountain, and it is difficult for human eyes to find it, so it is better to pour a basin of blood, and the wolf will come by itself.

The mad spirit is the enemy of the Heavenly Dao, and the realm soul can also sense it when it is born, the Xuan Ming Qi is not the Heavenly Dao, but it is half of the Heavenly Dao.

Thirteen Lang also cultivates the mad spiritual path, but he is too bad, like the difference between the quality and disadvantage of the bait, too bad and too bad to throw it in, and the fish don't bother to deal with it at all.

Getting a respite from the crisis, Thirteen Lang probably cleared his mind and recognized that the mad spirit would not give up on himself lightly, so he put his mind down and returned home, and set up a formation under the peach tree, meditated, meditated, and looked for a way to seal the manifestation of the Xuan Ming Qi.

The mad spirit only provides power, which can draw out and even destroy that bit of Xuan Yin Qi, but it cannot be dissolved and controlled. Thinking about the long term, Thirteen Lang can't rely on the mad spirit, he must find his own way.

In addition to this, he has one more thing to do: drink chili water.

"It's coming, it's coming. ”

With a bowl of blood-red soup in his hand, Ding Dong hurriedly walked out of the kitchen and came to the front of the battle, urging repeatedly.

"Brother, hurry up and drink it, and I'll continue to boil. ”

(To be continued......)