Chapter 213 10,000-year-old snow shrimp

“... Can you have insight and clear who is coming?"

...... The snow flew lonely, and there was not the slightest sound coming from below.

The soul power of the Pure Soul is mainly locked on the icy lake of the crater... The suddenly trembling soul voice was full of joy: "Xue'er, find a way to stabilize the comer, this spirit creature has already moved, and it should be able to break out of the ice lake immediately." ”

On the snowy field under the giant volcano, the silver moonlight was still quiet, and there was not a trace of movement...

"God... Xue'er, this spiritual creature has come out! Don't make a sound, wait for the senior sister to find an opportunity to capture it!" Zhuan Qingyunqian's face was pleasantly surprised, her dark eyes locked on the snow-white ice lake, and her delicate body remained motionless.

Now. In the center of the huge icy lake, a one-foot-sized crack slowly broke open, and the extremely cold white gas on the crack rushed straight to disperse the falling snowflakes and freeze the air. It seemed as if something was about to emerge from that cold rift.

Quietly staring at the crack, a thin silky thread of silver jade color flashed out in the jade hand... He held his breath and almost forgot everything around him.

On the flat snowy field, the white snow swirls and flutters. Yutai Xue'er bit her cold lips in a trance, her soft eyes were deeply confused, and she looked silently at the figure in the snow in front of her.

Dressed in a simple green shirt, his short hair was covered with crystal snowflakes, and his face with deep magic seemed to reveal too much complexity in his pure pupils. This person is none other than Xia Yang.

The three disciples of Bailing Mountain gathered on this snowy island today.

Xue'er's heart is full of all kinds of emotions that can't be revealed, but at this moment of confusion, too much is lost and silent. The person in front of him is familiar and unfamiliar, like a dream of encounter, clear and vague that has always been incomprehensible. ......

In the middle of the icy lake in the crater, a crystal clear prawn gradually floated on the cracked ice. This shrimp is about a foot long, with a transparent white jade color, but a pair of eyes is a rare fiery red. It's the 10,000-year-old snow shrimp!

His heart trembled suddenly, suppressing all his breath and hiding, and he didn't make any movement for the time being.

Time passes slowly... The 10,000-year-old snow shrimp floating in the middle of the icy lake raised its head slightly, as if absorbing the essence of the cold moon... The fiery pupils were constantly flashing, and the snow-white and crystalline feet were constantly trembling, making him particularly vigilant and cautious.

"Sleepy Soul Thread!" "Sleepy Soul Thread!" Xuan Qingyun suddenly moved, and took the lead in passing the silver thin thread in his hand towards the surface of the lake, and his delicate body swept over the lake where the snowflakes danced, and at the same time, a black essence light flashed out in his jade hand, and the lightning swept straight towards the 10,000-year-old snow shrimp.

The 10,000-year-old snow shrimp will feel the crisis in an instant, but it has been firmly locked by a large claw with a thin silver thread, and it makes a low hissing sound of sneering and panic. Then he raised another large snow-colored claw to the silver thread.

The delicate body of the jade instantly descended on the cold ice, and the black essence light in the jade hand caressed the body of the 10,000-year-old snow shrimp like a breeze.

A layer of fine ice particles was stirred up, and the black light vitality gently flowed into the body, and the 10,000-year-old snow shrimp actually forgot about the struggle for a while.

In her hand, another piece of pure white plain yarn floated out, gently wrapping the body of the 10,000-year-old snow shrimp. ...

Soon, Zhuan Qingyun has successfully subdued the 10,000-year-old snow shrimp. Together with a huge piece of ice, it was stored in a green jade medicine jar that was prepared...

Xia Yang naturally sensed the breath of the 10,000-year-old snow shrimp, and he made a special trip here to look for this thing. But in the end, he didn't go to fight with Zhen Qingyun, the key is that the person in front of him seems to need to explain very deeply.

“... Second senior sister. Xia Yang thought about it, and really didn't know what to call it, so he smiled bitterly and said softly.

“... Huh?" Xue'er muttered faintly. After the trance, her eyes flashed with a cold light, and her face was even more cold: "Miss Ben killed you!"

Before the words fell, the delicate body was a riot, and the blue shadow in the flying snow disappeared directly for more than ten zhang, and suddenly appeared in front of Xia Yang, and a jade hand was raised to fan Xia Yang's face!

Ahh

"Bang!"

I'm so grassy!

The force of the attack was absolutely vicious! A dull and violent jade fist caused the corners of Xia Yang's mouth to directly overflow with sweetness... The sudden angry gaze carried a thick warning!

"Boom!" "Yutai Xue'er is on fire! The jade leg then slammed into Xia Yang's waist!

I grass × 2 you ... Xia Yang stumbled a few times in the snow, and the ribs around his waist were directly shaking!

"Hey, I said you..."

"Bang!"

"Poof!" Xia Yang had just staggered up in the snow, and was swept away by the fury of Xue'er, and one jade leg flew several feet and fell heavily! The key was to accidentally bite his tongue hard, until the bite was sharp and painful, and his mouth was full of blood!

"Hey, wait a minute!" Xia Yang had just seen the direction clearly, and suddenly a million people were shocked and trembling and hurriedly shouted!

Yutai Xue'er picked up a half-foot hard boulder in the snow, and smashed the furious cover on Xia Yang's hair!

"Boom!"

The sheer force caused the boulder to shatter into layers of flying snow slag!

Where did your uncle's big stone come out here?! Xia Yang's head shook violently, and he was only full of annoyance!

It's miserable! There happened to be a lonely stone here not long after, and a big hoe of fine iron appeared in the snowdrift! I don't know which of the second goods in the road used to dig up treasures here...

The jade hand grabbed the hoe handle, and the hard hoe slammed into Xia Yang's trance head in the air!

"Bang!"

Very crisp and even more heart-wrenching!

"Oops! poof..." Xia Yang was knocked several feet away by the back of the fine iron hoe, and his brain was buzzing with severe pain, and he smashed into the snow! The red blood gushed out from between the strands of hair on his forehead.

Lonely: This chapter will be revised and added later. The update went wrong in the past two days, mainly because I felt lonely and felt that my inspiration was exhausted, and I couldn't write, and I was still thinking about the plot behind, and I was afraid that I wouldn't find anything new. And then there's the crazy game of the Heat! That King is so exciting! So it's also one of the factors that lead to the lack of inspiration. Don't be afraid, people have times of malaise, and loneliness strives to adjust as soon as possible. Thank you.