Against the bitter cold, he looked around the room.

The place where the rhetoric fell was supposed to be similar to a parlor, with tables and chairs and benches scattered aside, a large red coral ornament on the table, and some exquisite pearl products in the narration.

Walking through the back hall, Hua Ci felt that the temperature was lower, and there seemed to be some weirdness around him.

Hua Ci held the Mochizuki Sword in his hand to defend.

Ahead was a hallway, with several rooms on either side, and I walked through it carefully.

At the same time, the room is probed for anomalies.

When I walked to the door of the middle room, I didn't wait to check it, and the door of the room suddenly opened as if it had been hit by something.

The moment the door of the room opened, Hua Ci saw that there seemed to be dozens of ice blades rushing towards him, and Hua Ci immediately blocked it with the Mochizuki Sword.

Except for a few that missed, the rest were shattered by Hua Ci's sword, and a moment later, the ground was covered with ice and debris.

Without the Ice Blade, Hua Ci saw the situation in the room.

An old cultivator was dressed in a white robe, with a wooden hairpin and white hairpin, and he looked very immortal.

But Lao Xiu's actions at this time were incompatible with his temperament.

The old man sat at the table with his legs crossed, playing with a nearly blue bead in his hand.

The ball revealed spiritual power fluctuations, and Hua Ci felt that the endless chill in the ground was generated from this bead.

"You little thief, how dare you trespass on the forbidden land of the True Phoenix?"

The old monk threw the beads in his hand up and down in his hand, and then leaned back on the chair, without the usual steady temperament of the old monk.

"Who are you?"

The secret realm of Biluo Sea is opened, and monks can come here, and the tone of this old cultivator's questioning is like the master here.

"Bold!"

As if provoked, Lao Xiu held the bead in his hand, and then threw out more than a dozen ice blades.

Although it was extremely fast, Ka Ci had been vigilant since he entered the door, so he instantly broke it with the Mochizuki Sword.

"You even stole the Mochizuki Sword!"

This old cultivator even knew about the Moon Sword, and just as Hua Ci was about to react, he felt a chill rise from the soles of his feet, and in an instant Hua Ci was wrapped in an ice shell.

Han Bing tightly bound Hua Ci, and Hua Ci could only stare at Lao Xiu and ask Lao Huang with his divine sense:

"Who is this? Do you know him? ”

"I don't know, I've never met him."

Lao Huang hurriedly explained.

"He also knows the Mochizuki Sword, why is his tone the same as the master here?"

"No, few people should know about the Mochizuki Sword......

Lao Huang fell into thought.

"What about the first soul?"

"It's nearby."

Lao Huang swore by it.

"Wouldn't this old cultivator be the first soul?"

"How is it possible, how can the first soul be human."

"Could it be that he is one step ahead of you and has already cultivated into a human form?"

Rhetoric ridiculed Lao Huang.

"Absolutely impossible."

Hua Ci stared at this old cultivator carefully, and still felt that something was wrong.

Although Hua Ci felt that this ice shell could not trap him, but in this ice shell, the other party's state seemed to be more stable, and it also prevented the other party from using other means to attack.

"This Mochizuki Sword was given to me by someone else."

Hua Ci opened his mouth to explain to Lao Xiu.

"Impossible! Ruo Asa will not be able to give you the sword. ”

Hua Ci's eyes widened, and he immediately communicated with Lao Huang:

"Lao Huang, what's the situation?! Who is Wakasa? ”

"Huh!?"

"Hurry up and make it clear to me."

Hua Ci listened to this old cultivator's words, and felt more and more that this might be the first soul in Lao Huang's mouth.

Before Lao Huang could answer, Lao Xiu waved his hand again, and Hua Ci felt that the chill on his body had added another layer.

"You thief, while I'm still angry, leave the Mochizuki Sword and get out!"

Lao Xiu blew his beard and glared, staring at the flowers.

Hua Ci suddenly felt a breath of air push himself out of the room.

"Wait!"

Hua Ci immediately urged the phoenix extinguishing blade and stabbed at the ice shell, the ice shell instantly cracked, and Hua Ci burst out with aura, and the ice shell instantly collapsed.

With the phoenix extinguishing blade in his hand, Hua Ci rushed directly to Lao Xiu.

"Who the hell are you?"

Hua Ci pressed the phoenix extinguishing blade against Lao Xiu's neck, and at the same time, his divine sense firmly bound Lao Xiu's body.

Before, this old cultivator was angry, that is, he used some freezing means, and it was estimated that he only used the blue bead in his hand.

Now that it is closer, Hua Ci is even more sure that this old cultivator has no other means, because the fluctuation of the spiritual power in this old cultivator's body is very weak, close to nothing.

"Presumptuous! How can you have a phoenix slayer?! ”

Although Lao Xiu was restrained, he still did not show weakness, and his tone was very arrogant.

"This Phoenix Annihilation Blade and Mochizuki Sword were both given to me by the old man of the real phoenix, who are you?"

"Impossible! You lie, this Mochizuki Sword is not in the hands of the real phoenix at all! ”

Lao Xiu wanted to struggle, but he was firmly bound by the flowery divine sense.

"You are the first soul of the true phoenix?"

Hua Ci's eyes stared at Lao Xiu, and when he looked carefully, Hua Ci found that although this Lao Xiu was horizontal, he was blind in his eyes.

The rhetoric strengthened his guess.

Lao Xiu stopped talking, but was still trying to break free from the divine sense of rhetoric.

Hua Ci immediately called Lao Huang:

"You three souls, from which point in time are they divided? The situation of the Mochizuki Sword he said seems to be different from yours? ”

"Ahem, the breaking point between the first soul and the second soul is the moment when the Mochizuki Sword is returned."

"Huh? That is to say, the first soul still doesn't know that the Mochizuki Sword has been returned?! ”

"yes, yes."

“……”

Lao Xiu didn't speak, Hua Ci put away the phoenix annihilation blade, after all, as long as he controlled this blue bead, this old Xiu had no other means of attack.

"Did the third soul ask you to come to me?"

Lao Xiu suddenly spoke, and his tone was full of disdain.

"Yes, then you are staying in this old cultivator's body?"

Curious.

"You don't care where I am, tell the first soul that I won't get along with him,"

"It's really incompetent to be forced to use the method of nirvana and make your soul scattered,"

"Tell him that my first soul is going to cultivate three souls and nine spirits from the beginning, and I don't need to use waste like him anymore!"

After Lao Xiu finished speaking, he turned his face.

Hua Ci didn't know how to react for a while, these words were not spread by divine consciousness, but from Lao Xiu's mouth, so Lao Huang who was awake should be able to hear it.

"Lao Huang? What does that mean? ”

"He is so capable, Phoenix Nirvana is not easy, he actually wants to be reborn from a soul, he is really young and ignorant!"

Lao Huang's voice sounded very angry and helpless.

"Aren't you the same body? Discuss it yourself first, and then I'll help. ”

The rhetoric is indeed unexpected, and the temperament and thoughts of this true phoenix in different periods are really very different.

"Tell the first soul that it was really helpless to be reborn in Nirvana back then, and I will tell him the specific details slowly, so that he can cooperate with me first."

The rhetoric is truthfully paraphrased.

"Humph! I can't imagine I'll be like you in the future! It was a shame to be reborn in Nirvana! ”

There is no need to paraphrase these words, Lao Huang can hear them.

"Damn! I really can't help him! ”

"Can't you even do it yourself?"

Hua Ci is helpless while talking, it is difficult for a Qing official to decide family affairs, not to mention that this is still a person's business.