Looking from afar, the white sky and white flowers, in the snow, the majestic ice palace is like a crystal phantom city, solemn and sacred.

Under the light of the snow, the light and shadow of the ice palace are intertwined, shining like glass with illusory streamers.

There was a faint murmur in the wind and snow.

"A dark night, a valley without moonlight

Accumulation of thousands of years of frost in a lonely sigh

I miss the sun's rays so much......

Jiang Ze led Linglong to step into the ice palace area, and before he could take a closer look, suddenly a flower appeared in front of him, and the two were teleported to a wide square in the palace.

I saw that the Ice Palace Square was nearly a thousand feet in circumference, and there were scattered portraits carved from ice cubes above, which were lifelike.

There were many monks gathered in the room, each whispering in groups, and their eyes fell on the monks who had just entered from time to time.

Most of their original cultivation was in the Fighting Realm, but at this moment, they were all lowered to the fifth order of the Soldier Realm by the Mortal Poison Snow of the Snow Field.

Jiang Ze naturally wouldn't get carried away because of this, although their cultivation fell, the foundation of the Yuan Dan in the dantian was still there, and it was very different from his real third-order military realm.

Since everyone's cultivation is about the same, Jiang Ze lost his scruples as before, and took Linglong to search for targets in the square.

Jiang Ze dragged Linglong to the front of the square, and Linglong was dragged away with a reluctant face.

Finally, Jiang Ze found a young monk wearing the same black and white Taoist robe as Linglong's previous one in front of the square, and saw that the person had stars in his eyes, gentle and elegant, handsome and extraordinary.

Jiang Ze pointed at him and turned around and asked Linglong, "Is it him?"

"No, no!" Linglong denied without thinking, shaking her head like a rattle.

Jiang Ze nodded, concluding that person was the Holy Son of the Chessboard Sect.

Just as he was about to step forward to talk, he caught a glimpse of the monk who was communicating with him, and Jiang Ze retracted his steps.

The man's sword eyebrows and starry eyes, rich and handsome, exuded a fierce sword intent all over his body, and the sharp edge was prohibitive.

From the aura emanating from his body, Jiang Ze concluded that this person was the Sword Sect's Holy Son Ling Xu.

These two people are extremely skillful, and they both retain the strength of the first order of the Dou Realm.

Jiang Ze looked at Linglong with an aggrieved face and muttered, if this girl was open-mouthed and exposed her old bottom in front of the two of them, wouldn't it be a sheep into the mouth of a tiger?

Jiang Ze weighed it for a while, so he had to give up for the time being, find a place near the square and stand still, thinking that he would come forward to talk to him when the Holy Son of the Chessboard Sect was alone.

Unexpectedly, these two people talked about it like old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years, and Jiang Ze had to be anxious on the side.

At this moment, Jiang Ze suddenly saw an old acquaintance appear in the square, walking in the direction of the two holy sons, it was actually the middle-aged monk!

The cultivation of the middle-aged monk had already fallen to the sixth order of the military realm, and Jiang Ze saw that he did not run away when he met the Holy Son of the Chessboard Sect, but stepped forward, as if he smelled a hint of conspiracy.

The middle-aged monk walked up to the Holy Son of the Chessboard Sect and interrupted the conversation between the two of them, and bent down respectfully to the man wearing the black and white Taoist robe, "Your Excellency is the Holy Son of the Chessboard Sect?"

The Holy Son of the Chessboard Sect looked sideways, looking at this middle-aged monk with a broken arm, full of surprise, he had very few friends when he first came out of the sect, and he didn't know this person.

Ling Xuan glanced at the middle-aged monk and didn't take him to heart, and let out a cold snort in his nose, secretly angry at him for interrupting his alliance with the Holy Son of the Chessboard Sect.

The Holy Son of the Chessboard Sect did not show his gloom, his cultivation was extraordinary, and he returned the salute with his hand: "The Holy Son can't talk about it, but it's just the love of the disciples and sisters." ”

Seeing that he had found the right person, the middle-aged monk suddenly forced out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground languishing in pain: "I finally found a Taoist friend in Xia...!"

The Holy Son of the Chessboard Sect was stunned, and he didn't know why he suddenly acted like this.

The middle-aged monk struggled to squeeze out two tears, and then said: "On the third floor of the Immortal Mansion Ruins, I met two junior sisters who were kidnapped by wicked people, and when I caught up with them to help, I didn't know that one of the two cultivators actually beat me to serious injury, and even his arm was torn off by him!"

The middle-aged monk thought to himself, those two ants only cultivated in the military realm, and they didn't dare to reach the fourth layer, even if they came, they wouldn't be able to break through the snow field, so it was better to take this opportunity to get a handful from the chessboard sect, but to change their identities to escape.

Hearing this, the Holy Son of the Chessboard Sect suddenly changed color, and could no longer hold his elegant demeanor, the green tendons on his forehead burst out, grabbed the middle-aged monk's collar and lifted him up, and roared angrily: "You are talking nonsense! My junior sister is cultivating on the first floor, how can she appear on the third floor?!"

It turned out that his senior brother asked her to cultivate on the first layer, but she didn't expect that she ran to the third layer by herself!

Jiang Ze glanced at Linglong beside him, looking at her like a fool.

Linglong couldn't help but stick out her tongue when she looked at his stern gaze and shrank behind his back.

Seeing this, Ling Xuan hurriedly stepped forward and comforted softly: "Brother Yangming, don't mess up, maybe he recognized the wrong person!"

He immediately raised his eyebrows and sharply rebuked the middle-aged monk: "You swear that it was Brother Yangming's junior sister who was taken captive, but what evidence do you have?

The middle-aged monk was frightened, but he didn't expect that the person next to him was also a holy son!

After thinking about it in his heart, he gritted his teeth and took out the black and white stones and handed them to Xuan Yangming, and said sadly: "Those two thieves have cultivated to a high level, and they can't stop them with all their might, and they only found these few stones. ”

Xuan Yangming looked at the familiar black and white stones, his eyes were dark, and his figure was shaky.

It was the younger sister who used to play chess and take away her own star chess pieces!

Ling Xuan supported Xuan Yangming, and comforted him repeatedly: "Brother Yangming, don't worry, even if you are kidnapped, nothing will necessarily happen..."

Xuan Yangming stroked his forehead and asked the middle-aged monk in a trembling voice, "Do you know... Do you know the identities of those two?!"

The middle-aged monk paused and said, "One of those two calls himself Ling Xuan of the Sword Sect, and the other one is Senior Brother Ling Xu. ”

Naturally, he wouldn't tell the ugly thing that he was being played by a third-order soldier realm, so he had to fabricate a Ling Xuan along the way.

Xuan Yangming also turned his head and looked at Ling Xuan with an uncertain expression.

Hearing this, Ling Xuan was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect the basin to be buckled on his head, and the anger in his heart rushed up, and he hid it, and sneered: "That person, but you look like me?!"

The middle-aged monk was startled, and his heart was empty, could it not be such a coincidence, could he have met the right master? Although he had heard of the prestige of the strongest holy son for a long time, he had always been on the side.

Now that the words had been spoken, the middle-aged monk had no choice but to reply, "No... It's not!"

Ling Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, if this matter was not clear, the alliance relationship that had just been established with the Chessboard Sect would have to break down in an instant.

Immediately, he said to Xuanyang Mingyi: "Although I Ling Xuan is not a righteous gentleman, I will never do such a bad thing!"

Xuan Yangming nodded: "Brother Ling Xu, I can naturally trust it!"

Xuan Yangming endured the grief in his heart and mustered up the courage to ask the middle-aged monk, "Do you know... What happened to the two of them kidnapping their junior sister?"

The middle-aged monk looked embarrassed and said, "This... I'm afraid I can't say it!"

"Say!!" Xuanyang roared with angry eyes, and suddenly pressed towards the middle-aged monk with all his might.

The middle-aged monk trembled, and had to grit his teeth and say, "Those two... It seems that I want to see the color and want to first... After..."

The middle-aged monk didn't dare to continue, for fear that Xuan Yangming would be angry and kill him on the spot.

Hearing this, Xuan Yangming roughly understood what he meant, his face turned pale, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood violently under the anger of his heart.

Xuanyang Ming was in a trance, since Linglong was a child, he regarded him as his own sister, Linglong has always been kind and gentle, although occasionally playful, but also knows the severity, but he didn't expect to suffer such a catastrophe!

Jiang Ze secretly pointed at Xuan Yangming, and explained to Linglong: "Look hard and study hard, the typical teaching materials that are deceived, if you want to live, learn more!"

Linglong replied viciously: "This great wicked person actually beat him up first, there are such brazen people in the world!"

"Tsk, don't you come forward to expose him, I see that your senior brother is quite pitiful, and he vomited so much blood. Jiang Ze instigated, thinking that as soon as she stepped forward, he would immediately slip away.

Linglong was sulking: "Hmph, let him leave me alone!"

"It's just a mouthful of blood, it's not a big deal, don't monks often have to vomit blood?" Linglong looked at the languishing Xuan Yangming, and said nonchalantly, "Senior brother is just spitting blood now, I was almost killed...!"

Seeing that the abacus was empty, Jiang Ze had to sigh, this oil bottle was stuck to himself.

In the distance, Xuanyang Mingliang's face recovered slightly after a long time, and he gritted his teeth and asked the middle-aged monk: "Tell me what those two people look like! If you catch those two beasts, I will naturally not treat you badly!"

Seeing that the goal had been achieved, the middle-aged monk secretly rejoiced, and described Jiang Ze's appearance and characteristics in detail, but did not mention the one with high cultivation.

Xuan Yangming wrote it down word by word, and suddenly wondered: "What about the person who has a high cultivation? Why don't you say it!"

The middle-aged monk was stunned for a moment, almost showing his feet, and hurriedly defended: "That cultivator with a vague body shape seems to be real and illusory, and he can't see the outline clearly..."

Xuan Yangming nodded, there are indeed exercises that can achieve this effect, he pondered for a long time, and roared hatefully: "Okay! As long as you find out that third-order monk in the military realm, you will naturally be able to catch him along the vine, and you will definitely sacrifice the blood of his two heads to my junior sister!"

Ling Xuan stepped forward and volunteered, and asked tentatively, "Why don't I arrest all the third-order soldiers here and let him identify them one by one?"

The domineering that could not be concealed in his words regarded the monks present as a kohlrabi for him to take.

Xuan Yangming had lost his mind at this time, and he didn't care about any elegance and nobility, so he immediately nodded in agreement.

Ling Xu's eyes lit up, and he took this opportunity to tie the two of them to the same warship.

Jiang Ze reminded Linglong: "Nothing to be courteous or a traitor, you see that your senior brother has been fooled again!"

Linglong just wanted to refute, but when she saw Ling Xuan and Xuan Yangming looking over, she tugged at Jiang Ze's sleeve weakly: "They have come over here! It seems that they are looking for trouble with the third-order cultivators of the military realm, aren't you just the third-order of the military realm, why don't you slip away?!"

Jiang Ze sneered, and held down Linglong to signal her not to act rashly: "Don't move! If you can't run now, doesn't it mean that you have a weak heart?