Seeing the golden rat flying towards him with Ling Xue in rolls, Ling Xu was overjoyed and shouted, "Help me protect Sister Xiang!"

The speed of the golden rat flying away was extremely fast, Ling Xu had just flown out of dozens of zhang, the two parties had already gathered together, the golden rat shook its long tail, and sent Ling Xue's body into Ling Xu's arms, and said, "Take care of her, if you lose it again, you won't be able to find it back!"

After that, he turned his head and threw himself at Qiu Chi, who was chasing after him.

Qiu Chi was anxious and angry, thinking that he would face the severe punishment of the patriarch in the future, he couldn't help but feel afraid, and shouted, "Beast, fight with you!" The ice crystal long sword in his hand flew out, turning into countless sword shadows, like a torrent of ice swords swept towards the golden rat.

Although this golden rat is just a Zhuge Hao using magic tricks to transform into a phantom body, there is no other means of attack except for biting and claws, but there is also a late stage of Lingyuan cultivation, facing the torrent of ice swords coming from the pavement, he does not dodge or dodge, and the golden hair on his whole body stands upright, letting out a piercing long roar, facing the torrent.

The countless ice swords struck his body, shattering one after another, making a continuous sound like ice crystals shattering, turning into large clumps of ice chips......

The ice sword torrent couldn't help the golden rat, but the golden rat couldn't break through the torrent for a while, and the two were deadlocked.

"Old eight, kill those boys and take Ling Xue!"

Qiu Chi shouted a sentence while urging the law to be decided. The "Old Eight" in his mouth was the Lingyuan monk who had fought against Cao Yan before, an elder in the Qiu clan, and Qiu Chi's cousin. At this moment, Cao Yan is dead, and the "Old Eight" has no opponent, so he naturally follows Qiu Chi in this direction.

"Old Eight" originally wanted to join forces with Qiu Chi to deal with this golden rat first, but when he heard Qiu Chi shouting like this, his body flashed and rushed towards Ling Xu.

Ling Xu hugged Ling Xue and said with concern as he flew backwards, "Little sister, are you okay?"

Ling Xue blinked, but couldn't speak.

Ling Xu reacted immediately, and pointed at the back of Ling Xue's neck, and spiritual power poured in, wanting to unlock Ling Xue's sealed meridians. However, as soon as this spiritual power of his entered Ling Xue's body, he was squeezed out by a huge cold force, and he couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

What sealed Ling Xue's meridians was the cold dance of the Spirit God Period, and with Ling Xu's cultivation, how could it be unraveled?

In the blink of an eye, the "old eight" had already reached a hundred feet away, his palms poked out, turned slightly, and two ice balls condensed out in the palms, and with a flick of his hand, the two ice balls came out left and right, attacking Ling Xu left and right.

Although he only had the early stage cultivation of Lingyuan, this blow was not something that Ling Xu could take.

Seeing that the two fist-sized ice balls had reached Ling Xu's ribs, it was too late to say that it was too late, and a figure suddenly appeared behind Ling Xu, and a pair of palms wrapped in flames poked out left and right, facing the two ice balls.

Listening to the two sounds of "bang, bang", the two ice balls burst open like water balloons, and the water splash was like maggots possessed by the body, instantly crawling all over the two fire palms, freezing the fire palms, and the condensed ice crystals were up to an inch thick, up to the elbow.

The owner of these two fire palms is naturally Mu Qing.

Mu Qing originally wanted to stop the ice ball with a chopping wave, but he had seen this "old eight" freeze Cao Yan with this weird ice ball, and knew that this ice ball could be liquefied instantly, and he was worried that the chopping slash would not make a contribution, so in a hurry, he had to rush the butterfly flame trick, wrap his palms with firepower, and connect the two ice balls.

At the moment when the fire of his palms dissipated and he was frozen by the ice ball, Mu Qing felt the taste of being attacked by the ice attribute technique for the first time, and he felt that his hands instantly lost consciousness, as if they were broken from his elbows, and his spiritual power could not reach them, but they were not very painful.

Ling Xu turned his head to look at Mu Qing, saw Mu Qing's frozen hands at a glance, and exclaimed, "Brother Yang, your hands are ......"

Mu Qing didn't wait for him to finish, and said in a deep voice: "It's okay, you retreat!"

Before Ling Xu could say anything more, Mu Qing's figure moved, jumped past him, and greeted the chasing "Old Eight".

The "old eight" is named Qiu Shuang, who looks to be in his sixties, and his figure is as thin as Qiu Chi. At this moment, he was also a little surprised that Mu Qing blocked his blow.

In order not to accidentally injure Ling Xue with this blow just now, he didn't exert all his strength, but according to his inference, a spirit crystal late-stage monk was hit by his own blow, especially a fire attribute monk, after his palms were frozen, his flesh and blood would immediately die, become fragile, and shatter at the slightest shock, but although the young man's palms in front of him were frozen, how could his expression be as if he was fine?

How did he know that Mu Qing's physical body had reached the realm of the Taixuan Body after the Taixuan True Scripture refinement, far exceeding the physical strength of ordinary monks, although it was frozen at the moment and could not break free for a while, it did not hurt the fundamentals.

Qiu Shuang's eyes shrank, and Mu Qing was fifty zhang apart from her body, her palms were wrapped around her chest, and a larger ice hockey ball condensed out in her palms......

Although he was a little surprised by Mu Qing's reaction, Qiu Shuang didn't take him as a fire-attribute spirit crystal cultivator in his eyes, and snorted coldly: "A fire-attribute waste!

The monk of Chituo Kingdom respected the Ice Spirit Root, and regarded the Fire Spirit Root Monk as an alien and a waste, Mu Qing had long known this, and hearing the other party's words, Mu Qing sneered and said, "The frog at the bottom of the well!"

Qiu Shuang gritted his teeth, giggled, and said: "It's just a late stage of spirit crystal, and your breath is so big, wait for the old man to seal your mouth, see how wild you are!"

He was in a hurry to recapture Ling Xue, and he didn't try it, he urged all his strength, and the ice ball condensed in his palms was already the size of a watermelon, and it was bound to freeze Mu Qing into an ice sculpture with one blow.

Mu Qing's eyes flashed, and as soon as he opened his mouth, a simple-shaped oil lamp flew out, condensed above his head, and the flame of the wick skyrocketed, separated by two wisps, and each wrapped a wrist. The frozen wrist immediately began to thaw.

Qiu Shuang was stunned for a moment, and said, "What kind of fire is this?"

As he spoke, the movements in his hands did not stop, and his palms suddenly pushed forward, and the watermelon-sized ice ball shot out and smashed at Mu Qing.

Although Mu Qing couldn't take the fire spirit essence fire for his own use like Murong Xue, but over the years, the control of this soul burning lamp has also become extremely proficient, at this moment, his palms were wrapped in fire spirit essence fire, the ice crystals on the surface quickly melted, his palms gradually regained their ability to move, his fists clenched violently, and the ice crystals that only a thin layer was left instantly shattered, and he shouted loudly, "Let your frog at the bottom of the well open your eyes!"

With that, he threw a punch and walked away with his body to meet the puck.

Although Qiu Shuang had never seen this kind of blue flame, with his eyes, how could he not see the power of this flame, and said in his heart: This kid only has the late cultivation of the spirit crystal, and he can break my ice sealing technique, relying on this strange flame shot out of this oil lamp-like magic weapon, as long as I seal his magic weapon, I can kill this person with one blow.

Thinking of this, the magic trick in his hand suddenly changed. The ice ball that shot at Mu Qing suddenly turned liquid, twisted and changed, and turned into a spirit snake, and the snake's head twisted, not to collide with Mu Qing's fire fist, but to roll up the soul burning lamp floating above Mu Qing's head.

After a previous battle, Mu Qing also had a little understanding of Qiu Shuang's ice attribute exercises, this person should not be born with ice spirit roots, but water spirit roots, and the exercises he cultivated were essentially water attribute exercises, and the water attribute exercises he cultivated should be similar to Bai Xian'er, using some kind of condensed water as his natal magic weapon, and the frozen power should be hidden in the body of the 10,000-year-old Xuan Ice, which can move at will, and instantly turn the released water attribute spells into ice attributes.

Mu Qing laughed secretly, and said in his heart: If you want to seal my fire spirit essence fire, then seal it for you. The monk in the early stage of Lingyuan, Lao Tzu is still not in his eyes.

Thinking of this, Mu Qing secretly urged the spirit treasure - essence fire to burn the soul.

The Soul Burning Lamp was full of fire, and a blue line of fire shot out, turning into a fire snake to meet the water snake, while Mu Qing's own body turned into a phantom and pounced towards Qiu Shuang.

If you compare the spiritual power cultivation and the power of the spell, Mu Qing is really a little inferior, the fire spirit essence contained in the soul burning lamp is a drop of essence blood of the fire spirit back then, only the small one cannot be smaller. The water and fire snakes were entangled in one place, biting each other, and for a while, the water snake had the upper hand, and its body coiled into a round ball, instantly turning water into ice, trapping the soul burning lamp in it.

Qiu Shuang was overjoyed when he saw the blue fire that sealed Mu Qing, and when he saw Mu Qing rushing towards him, he couldn't help but laugh in his heart: You don't know how to live or die, and your head is as stupid as wood, without this blue fire, how can you be my opponent?

Thinking about it, Mu Qing's figure had reached twenty zhang in front of him, and Qiu Shuang's killing move had been made.

With both palms clapping, fist-sized ice balls came out one after another.

Mu Qing's palms had already condensed two splitting slashes, and seeing a ball of ice hockey shooting towards him, the two palms slashed in the void, and the two huge silver crescents crossed and burst out......

"Golden System Exercises?!"

Qiu Shuang let out an exclamation.

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